Pomni’s entire body shivered and trembled as she processed that day’s adventure. Caine had tasked them with capturing the firewolves causing trouble in a rural community he made up. Much to Pomni’s chagrin, firewolves were ferocious beasts which, from a distance, looked like burning wolves and, from up close, like bear-sized monstrosities with manes of fire, big sharp claws, and even bigger, sharper teeth. They had been a nuisance to farmers, or so Caine claimed, preying on their livestock and burning their crops simply by passing through the fields.
Jax ever so helpfully had put forward the proposition to solve the firewolf problem by using someone as bait. Even more to Pomni’s chagrin, his way of putting forward a proposition consisted of shoving her into a basket and pulling up said basket to hang from a tree branch for the firewolves to find and leap and snarl at. In effect, that had led to Pomni staring down fiery, hungry eyes, teeth, and throats howling and growling at her for the better part of the day.
Back in the Circus, it took Pomni several hours to calm down from being twitchy to merely trembly, even though she’d been holding Ragatha’s hand for reassurance. Though her gaze remained somewhere far, far away in the distance.
Ragatha thought it a good idea to look after her for a bit. She spoke to her in a soft, calm voice and gave her enough time and space to do things at her own pace. Eventually, she managed to motivate Pomni to go to her room and get some rest. Gently guiding her by her hand and chatting away with idle ramblings to keep her mind off the firewolves, she slowly got her there.
The red and blue walls of Pomni’s room were not what Ragatha had hoped to find. They seemed too exciting and agitating for the current situation, as if their bright colours exerted pressure on the room itself, leaving the inhabitants with expectations to be bright and joyous too; Unwaveringly so, at all times. The painfully colorful furniture and toys strewn throughout the floor and on the desk and under the bed joined in on the walls’ bullying their occupants into cheerfulness. The room itself resisted gloom in an oddly oppressive manner. Ragatha wondered whether it may have been better to take Pomni someplace else, but on the other hand, a safe, familiar place may have been the safer bet after all.
“There we are,” Ragatha said overly cheerfully. “Isn’t this better already?”
Pomni didn’t look better at all. She just stood there absentmindedly, holding her own elbows, a hunched ball of misery in a double-pointed hat.
“Ragatha?” Pomni peeped shyly.
“Hmm?”
“Do you think this is hell?”
“Hmm?”
“Are we in hell? Or purgatory? Or something like that?”
“No,” Ragatha shook her head, “I don’t think so.”
“Those things did look an awful lot like hellhounds.”
“But they weren’t actual hellhounds. Just something Caine made up.”
“Are we being punished for something? It feels like we’re being punished for something.”
“I don’t think that is the case. Although I can see why you would say that. You did not have a great time so far.”
“Does anybody? Have a great time? Is anybody enjoying this?” Pomni looked at her with big, drowsy eyes.
“I don’t know for sure. Sometimes, it’s not too bad. But I don’t think anybody genuinely thinks of the Circus as punishment.”
“But it’s all just so… horrible,” Pomni shuddered.
“I know it can feel like that sometimes. But you just had really bad luck with the adventures so far, I promise. It’s okay. It will pass. You’ll feel a lot better soon.”
“But it won’t pass, will it?” Pomni twitched. “It won’t pass. There is no exit. There is no end. Each day Caine can come up with some new horrible, horrible thing that looks cute and benign at first and then shatters me or one of us. We’re completely at his mercy and there is no way out.” She clasped her face in terror.
“Well… Yes. But Caine isn’t bad or evil. He means well, you know that. He just gets it a bit wrong sometimes. Okay, really really wrong sometimes. But you know he means well, don’t you?”
“I’m not sure I do. Sometimes, that’s hard to believe,” Pomni drooped her shoulders.
“I know. But it’s important to remember that he’s not out to get you. Especially when he gets one of his more… creative ideas.”
Pomni slouched down further.
“And in any case,” Ragatha placed her hand on Pomni’s shoulder, “you’ve got us. We’re all in the same boat. That makes us comrades, at the very least. But I like to think of us as a rag-tag group of friends.”
The little jester appeared to shrink even further as she held herself for comfort, her gaze disappearing into the far distance again.
“How about you get some sleep?” Ragatha suggested. “I’m sure you’ll feel better once you’ve gotten some sleep.”
Pomni stared distraughtly at her bed.
“Come on,” Ragatha said, pulling away the covers, “I’ll tuck you in.”
Pomni reluctantly dragged herself onto the mattress.
“There you go,” Ragatha gently pulled the covers up to her chin. “Doesn’t that feel better?”
Pomni nodded weakly, staring at the ceiling.
“Great! And I’m sure you’ll feel much better tomorrow. Good night, Pomni.”
Pomni’s hands shot up and grabbed Ragatha’s arm.
“Can… Can you… Can you stay a bit longer?”
Ragatha looked down at her concernedly.
“Please?” Pomni whimpered. “I… I don’t want to be alone right now.”
“Sure,” Ragatha gave her a soothing smile and took a seat on the bedframe. “I’ve got nowhere to be.”
As Pomni silently kept staring at the ceiling, Ragatha began humming a tune and let her gaze wander through the room. The longer she looked, the more toys she discovered. Dice, those blocks with letters on them she didn’t know the proper name of, monopoly money, checkers, a rocking horse, toy cars, the list went on and on as if more of them gradually kept appearing over time.
“There’s so many toys in here,” she said. “Do you have a favourite?”
“Not really,” Pomni mumbled. “I haven’t played with any of them.”
“You never played dice or checkers?”
“I mean these ones. I haven’t played with them since I arrived here.”
“Ah. Right. Do you… want to?”
“Maybe later.”
“Of course.”
Ragatha hummed her tune again, thinking of ways to lift the little jester’s spirits. In a room full of toys, none of them were of any use if Pomni was not interested in a game. A room full of entertainments with an occupant not in need of entertainment, but solace. It was almost a bit cruel. But the bottom line was that nothing digital was of help. Then maybe an old-fashioned idea might be, Ragatha figured.
“How about,” she tried, “we make a sleepover out of it? I haven’t had a sleepover in ages. Since I was a kid, I think. We can, I don’t know… Tell stories and jokes and chat deep into the night? Talk about boys, maybe? Or horses? Do you like horses? It’ll take your mind off things, I bet. How about that, would you like that?”
Pomni managed a faint smile and nodded.
“Great! Then scoot over,” Ragatha said and slid under the covers next to her, hitting her feet on the lower bedframe. “Wow, your bed is short,” she noticed and tucked her knees in so she could fit comfortably. “My feet barely fit in.”
“Sorry.”
“Oh no, sweetie, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Sorry,” Pomni sunk deeper into the mattress.
Ragatha turned on her side towards Pomni, propping her head up on her fist.
“You don’t need to apologize for anything, sweetie.”
“Sorry,” Pomni repeated, her features distorting into a pained grimace as she caught herself apologizing again. “And thank you for staying,” she added hastily, pulling the covers up to where her nose would’ve been if she had one. “I really didn’t want to be alone right now.”
“It’s no trouble.”
Ragatha gave Pomni’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. The little jester twitched and looked at it. Then she turned towards Ragatha, enveloping her hand with both of hers before the latter could pull away and curled into a ball.
“Is this okay?” Pomni whimpered.
“Sure, sweetie.”
Pomni visibly relaxed with a deep exhale. “You’re being very kind to me,” she murmured.
“Well, of course.”
“Thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Ragatha?”
“Hm?”
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep anytime soon.”
“That’s okay. We can just chat. Or stare at the ceiling together.”
Pomni looked at the hand in hers and with much concern between her brows. “Ragatha?”
“Hmmmm?”
“Are you nice to me because there’s something wrong with me?”
“No, why would you say that?”
“I don’t know, you all seem okay with all of this madness. None of you freaked out about being chased by firewolves. I’m the only one freaking out constantly.”
“No, honey, no. There’s nothing wrong or weird about that. We’ve just had a bit more time to adjust, that’s all. Everyone had a hard time when they first arrived.”
“They did?”
“Yeah, they did,” Ragatha nodded. “When Jax first arrived, he was freaking out and raging. If you think he’s destructive now, you should’ve seen him back then. Nothing and no one was safe. He wouldn’t even go on adventures, he’d just run around and scream at things and people and thrash and break everything he got his hands on. It was constant mayhem with him, let me tell you. All he did was break and destroy and then break stuff some more. It went on for about a week until he realized how futile it all was. Caine could always fix everything with a single snap of his fingers, provided he remembered he could do that. Then Jax locked himself in his room and thrashed that too. He wouldn’t come out of it for days. And when he finally did, he’s calmed down a bit, thank goodness. At least he had stopped spending all his time on indiscriminate destruction. He stayed quite hostile and standoffish for a while, though. Even now he’s still a jerk a lot of the time. But it was a lot worse when he first arrived.
“And Gangle, the poor thing, was frightened out of her mind. She also thought this was some sort of punishment at first. She’s shy and timid at the best of times, and she needed a lot of encouragement and reassurance when she arrived. She was frightened and scared of everything and everyone and saw doom around every corner. I kept telling her that everything was fine and everything would be alright and that she didn’t need to be scared of any of us. She wouldn’t even join us for games or food or to hang out, you know. Always made some flimsy excuse and went off to hide somewhere by herself. The poor thing. But eventually, she adjusted too and came out of her shell, even if only a little.”
“What about you?” Pomni looked at her with big eyes.
“Me?”
“Yeah, you. Did you do okay?”
“I was a little like you too, I guess. Everything freaked me out, especially that there was no exit. And everything was different and unfamiliar and I didn’t know anybody. I’d act tough, you know, like I had it all together and everything was alright and like I wasn’t scared out of my wit for the first few days. Luckily, that worked out well for me. Kinda. But on the inside, I was very afraid and worried. Every time I got a chance, I’d sneak off to my room to be alone and away from it all. But there is no away from it all here, as you know. So I tried to sleep a lot. Which meant staring at the ceiling a lot. I thought that maybe if I went to sleep, then maybe I could wake up back in my previous life, out of here. But obviously, that didn’t happen. I still like sleeping, though, even if I don’t really need it. It relaxes me. That’s why I think it’d be good for you too,” she gave her a kind smile.
“Does it really help?” Pomni tightened her grip on Ragatha’s hand. “It feels like waking up in a nightmare over and over again. Every time I wake up and look at these rubbery cartoon hands, it’s like I’m thrown off a cliff all over again and need to catch myself before I hit the ground.”
“It takes some getting used to,” Ragatha admitted. “But it does help eventually. Having somewhat of a routine helps to deal with all the craziness. I promise.”
“How long,” Pomni whispered solemnly, “until it gets better?”
“Hard to say,” Ragatha pondered. “A few more days, maybe? A week or so?”
“That quick?”
“Maybe. Maybe a bit more, maybe a bit less. But people adjust quicker than you might think. Even if it seems hard and impossible right now. It’ll be okay.”
“Thank you, Ragatha.” Pomni squeezed her hand again. “Thanks for looking out for me. For all of us, I guess. It feels a bit like you’re the one who’s trying to make sure we’re all getting along and are together.”
“Well, I try.”
Ragatha took a moment to ponder a thought. Pomni had relaxed a little, but she still looked worried and downtrodden. She didn’t want to upset her more, but perhaps sharing was the right thing to do in this instance, even if it wasn’t an entirely pleasant thing to share.
“Pomni, can I tell you a secret?” she muttered somberly.
Pomni nodded, making big eyes.
“The truth is, I don’t do so well on my own. I like company. I need company, to be honest. I think I may have had a big family back in the real world. I think I miss them. And I think that’s why I’m trying so hard to get along well with everyone and to look after everyone. Sure, it’s the nice thing to do, too, but I also want a community. A close community. And to be part of it. Everyone else here doesn’t seem to mind being together, but they also don’t seem very keen on it either. It’s like they can take it or leave it. At least they don’t seem keen enough to push for it or put in more effort than necessary to get by. So I figure that if I want community, I need to make it happen myself. But some days are hard,” she swallowed. “Especially in the beginning, when I was still the new one here. Some of those days were really hard. Kaufmo was alright. He was pretty straightforward. Kinger is… Kinger. Gangle and Zooble have their hands and minds full with their own stuff going on. I can’t blame them, and I don’t, but it doesn’t do much in terms of maintaining a close community. Although Zooble tries sometimes when she feels like it. I love it when she does that. It really feels good. And Jax is… a handful. So the first few weeks here have been… a bit rough for me.”
“You were lonely?” Pomni probed carefully.
“Yes. Not all the time… but yes. It caught up with me once I settled in properly and the novelty of it all wore off, I guess.”
“Do you… Do you still feel like that?” Pomni didn’t let her out of her sight.
Ragatha’s head snapped back. She blinked several times at Pomni. “Sometimes,” she finally sighed. “After a bad day, maybe. Like when everyone is fighting and there’s nothing I can do about it. Then we have these dinners where nobody talks to each other. They just stare at their plates until Jax does something rude and obnoxious again and the next fight breaks out.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. Everyone has bad days. That’s just life. Even digital life. Bad days come and pass. Nothing to worry about.”
Ragatha swallowed. “But truth be told, I’m a bit worried about you. That’s what I wanted to tell you. Remember when I told you I used to go to sleep hoping I’d wake up back in the real world? Back when I was still hoping there was an exit or a magical escape from this place? That… wasn’t exactly all there was to it. Sometimes, well, mostly on the really really bad days and once I understood, really really understood there was no exit, well, maybe then, sometimes, I had been going to sleep hoping I wouldn’t wake up at all, you know.”
Pomni’s eyes darted left and right as she was trying to make sense of what she had just heard. Her irises shrunk into tiny trembling dots, firmly fixed on Ragatha’s, once it had sunk in.
“And… I don’t, I don’t want you to go through that too,” Ragatha stammered on, gripping Pomni’s hand tightly. “It’s a very unpleasant thing to go through. I didn’t mean to scare you or upset you. I was thinking that maybe I could help it. I can let you know about it. It may happen, and if it does, we can do something about it to make you feel… not that way. So if you ever start feeling like that, please come talk to me, okay? Then we can figure something out together. But please promise you’ll come talk to me, okay? Promise?” Her hands were clasping Pomni’s.
“I promise,” Pomni nodded firmly.
“Good,” Ragatha squeezed her hand affirmingly. “I’ll hold you to it.”
Pomni squeezed her hand back. “You really are kind.”
“I try,” Ragatha smiled softly.
Pomni fell into deep thought, stroking her thumb over Ragatha’s hand. Ragatha wondered whether she had said too much. Pomni had enough to deal with, she didn’t want to worry her further, and she may just have done that. But she had genuinely thought sharing this darker unpleasantness with her could help. If not today, then maybe someday in the future. That had to be a good thing, right? That had to be the right thing to do, right?
“Ragatha?” Pomni eventually looked up at her with big determined eyes. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” Ragatha said, unsure what awaited her.
“How lonely are you, really?”
Ragatha stammered a series of hasty and frantic “um”s and “ah”s, but no words formed on her tongue, no useable white lie or distraction entered her mind. She gave up with a deep breath, her lips spreading into a grim smile.
“Very,” her voice cracked.
Pomni hesitantly reached for her, her fingertips carefully brushing along her cheek as they made their way towards her nape and Pomni held her cheek in her palm. Ragatha leaned into the exploring caress, embracing the sensation on her textile skin, and held onto the hand on her cheek as if it were a distant memory that could vanish any second without a word of warning.
“I remember feeling lonely a lot too,” Pomni admitted. “Before I arrived here.”
“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”
“Well, neither do you.”
Ragatha whimpered.
“Next time you’re feeling lonely, just come over and let me know, okay? We can look out for each other. We can do another sleepover or something, okay?”
Ragatha slung her arm around Pomni and pulled her into herself, burying her face deep into the jester’s hat.
“Okay,” she sobbed. But moments later, she snapped away from Pomni.
“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry,” the flood of words rushed out of her like an avalanche. “I don’t know what I was thinking, just grabbing you like that. I’m so sorry!”
“It’s okay, I didn’t mind. I don’t mind.” Pomni’s hand exploringly snaked around Ragatha’s waist with a hesitant touch. “Is that… okay?”
“Yes, very,” Ragatha nodded and shimmied into Pomni again, holding her firmly. “We can look out for each other.”
“Yes, we’ll look out for each other,” Pomni exhaled as she nuzzled into her neck.
As Zooble knocked on Ragatha’s door, not having noticed that its bolt hadn’t been fully shut, it slowly opened inward as she called out, “Ragatha?”
Their hand shot out to grab the door handle before it swung out of reach, reluctant to enter Ragatha’s room uninvited. Darkness and a stifled sniffle greeted them from the inside of the room.
“Are you in there?” they tried again.
“Yes,” a weak voice from the deep corner replied.
“Great,” Zooble continued tiredly. “Do you have more Stupid Sauce lying around? I ran out,” they waved the empty bottle in their other hand.
“Maybe,” the weak voice said.
Zooble waited for a few long and awkward moments of silence before they asked, “Could you… check?”
“It should be in the drawer over there,” Ragatha sighed.
“If you’re pointing at something, I can’t see #@!% without any lights on,” said Zooble.
“The big drawer on your right-hand side.”
“Can I turn the lights on?”
“Don’t,” Ragatha said hastily, and then added more calmly, “please don’t.”
“Alright,” said Zooble and stepped into the room. “I’ll just fetch the Stupid Sauce and then I’ll be out of your space again, okay?”
“Okay,” said Ragatha and sniffled.
Zooble chose to gracefully ignore the sounds of emotional distress and rummaged through the drawer, whatever little light entering the room through the open door proving itself to be somewhat of an aid after all, until their hand gripped the squeezy plastic of the condiment bottle they were looking for. “Got it,” they said and made for the exit. “I’ll see you later then,” they added as they closed the door.
“Bye,” Ragatha said weakly, her voice cutting off as the door bolted.
A few steps down the hallway, Zooble halted, looked at the Stupid Sauce in their hand, sighed, and turned around to knock on Ragatha’s door again.
“It’s me again,” they said. “Can I come in?”
A soft “Okay” came from the other side of the door. Zooble stepped back inside Ragatha’s room and closed the door behind them, shutting out the only source of light with it. “Ragatha?” they asked gently, “Are you okay?”
Ragatha sniffled again, but said nothing.
“You’re sitting alone in a completely dark room, and you sound like you’ve been crying,” continued Zooble after a while. “You don’t seem like you’re doing too good.”
Their only answer was silence.
“Do you want to talk to someone? Should I get Pomni or something?”
“No!” Ragatha blurted out swiftly. “Don’t.”
“Oh-kay,” Zooble said slowly in a low voice with a tiny uplift stemming from a thin layer of curiosity and confusion. “Are the two of you on bad terms now?”
“No, nothing like that,” said Ragatha. Zooble could hear her red woollen locks swoosh through the air as she shook her head. “At least, I don’t think so.”
“Something else bugging you?”
“Why do you care all of a sudden?” grumbled Ragatha.
“Look, I was just trying to be nice. If you want me gone, all you need to do is say so. There’s no need to come at me like that.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Ragatha muttered hastily. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… I thought you hated me, and now you’re in my room, being all concerned and whatnot.”
“Girl, what? I don’t hate you. What makes you say that?”
“I don’t know, it feels like you’re avoiding me and like you hate being in the same room as me and hate talking to me.”
“Well, yeah, obviously.”
Zooble could feel Ragatha staring daggers at them through the darkness of the room.
“But that’s not because I hate you. It’s because I hate it here. And most of the time, I just wanna be left the &%!# alone. But being left alone is apparently an unattainable luxury around here. Which makes me hate it here even more. That doesn’t mean I hate you. Or that I enjoy seeing you being miserable like this.”
It wasn’t a lie: As their eyes grew progressively more accustomed to the darkness, Zooble became increasingly capable of making out shapes in the room. Ragatha’s shape was that of a curled-up rag doll sitting on the floor, hugging her knees tightly in the far corner of the room and hiding her face behind her elbows.
Ragatha sniffled.
“Besides, what do the two of us even have to talk about? You don’t really know me, and I don’t really know you, and idle chitchat is exhausting me, so I’m doing my best to avoid it. Still doesn’t mean I hate you. Even if you can be pushy sometimes.”
“I know,” said Ragatha. “I’m sorry. I’m just… I don’t know what else to do. Do you hate it that much?”
Zooble slowly moved deeper into the room and took a seat on the edge of Ragatha’s bed, facing the curled-up doll. “Look,” they said, “I try to assume that you’re coming from a good place. But a lot of times, I can’t stand it. Partially because I’m me, and I’m not in the mood for any of it. But partially, it’s because you can come across as… kinda fake. As in, I can’t tell if you’re being genuine or if you’re after something else. Like you’re trying to fulfil some weird social obligation nobody cares about, or like you’re trying to insert yourself into my life for some reason, or get some information out of me for some reason.”
“I’m sorry,” whimpered Ragatha. “I’m doing my best, I promise. That’s just me trying to be nice. And friendly. And I’m not trying to be fake or impose on y’all or get information out or anything. All I’m trying to do is connect with you. I promise. And be friends. I just don’t know how else to do it. I don’t. It’s like everybody else got handed a manual on how to make friends at some point, and I didn’t get mine, and now I’m stuck trying to figure it out on my own, getting nowhere and messing up all the time, and nobody tells me what I’m doing wrong or what I should be doing to do it right. I keep trying and trying to connect to people any way I can think of, and all I do is push everyone away and end up crying in my room by myself.”
“Can’t you just, y’know, be yourself?”
“But this is me! This is myself. I don’t know how to be someone or something else! I would if I could, if I knew how! But I don’t!”
Zooble sighed. “That’s… That’s a fair point.”
“Me being me and me trying my best messes things up with everyone. Always. I messed it up with you, I messed it up with Gangle, I messed it up big time with Jax, and now I also messed it up with Pomni today. I keep failing and I just… I don’t know what to do,” Ragatha whimpered tearfully. “I don’t know where I’m going wrong. I don’t know what’s wrong with me and I… I can’t figure it out.”
“Is that what you’ve been upset about?”
“Mhm,” Ragatha snivelled.
“Why do you say you messed up with Pomni? I thought the two of you made up after that award show or whatever ended.”
“Kinda,” said Ragatha. “But I shouldn’t have messed up in the first place. If I wasn’t this… incompetent, there wouldn’t be anything to make up about. At least things seemed fine after the award show. Maybe I got lucky this time, and I didn’t cause any permanent damage. We had a nice chat and cleared things up. And we’re both worried about Jax. He seems… unwell. But he’s not letting anyone get close to him, and he doesn’t talk to anyone, not really, and now he’s getting worse, maybe?”
“So? Let him.”
“What?”
“You do realise you’re not responsible for him, right?”
“I do, sort of. But I can’t help it. I’m still worried.”
“By the looks of it, you’re worried sick.”
“Maybe.” Zooble sensed Ragatha shrink into herself from across the room. “But even if I tried, all I would do is mess things up even more.”
“You do realise you’re not responsible for him, right?”
“Kinda.”
“And yet you’re still blaming yourself for ‘failing’, as you put it?”
“I guess.”
“Sounds a lot like you don’t realise you’re not responsible for him after all.”
“Easier said than done.”
“Look, Raggie, I feel you, but you can only lead a horse to water. You cannot make it drink. If Jax doesn’t want to let anyone in, there’s pretty much nothing you can do about that. If he doesn’t want to get helped, there’s pretty much nothing you can do about it. If he wants to continue being a %#&!^ #/@+! to everyone, there’s pretty much nothing you can do about it.”
“I know. But he’s clearly unwell. What if he keeps getting worse? What if he abstracts? What if he abstracts, Zooble? I just… I can’t just sit back and watch it happen and do nothing. I just… can’t. I don’t have it in me. But at the same time, I don’t know what to do.”
“Pushing him ain’t gonna help, I can tell you that much for free.”
“I know. I just… Don’t know what to do.”
“I don’t think there’s anything you can do, Ragatha.”
The doll dropped her forehead onto her knees.
“There’s just… nothing to be done,” Zooble continued with a gentle voice. “You’re damned if you do something, damned if you don’t. You’ll just have to sit this one out with the rest of us.”
“Is there really nothing we can do?”
“I can’t think of anything,” sighed Zooble. “I’d love for things to be different, too. But… it is what it is, I guess.”
“That sucks,” whispered Ragatha.
“Yup. It sucks big time.”
“I hate it.”
“Me too, girl, me too.”
Ragatha straightened up and let her head rest against the wall on her back. “So, now what?” she asked with an exasperated voice.
“Nothing,” said Zooble, equally exhausted. “Nothing. The same thing over and over again. Waiting for time to pass. Call it what you will, but the essence remains the same. Godot is sure to come tomorrow.”
“Godot?”
“Never mind,” said Zooble. “Just a book I read a long time ago.”
They sat in motionless silence until the weight of the Stupid Sauce in their hand reminded Zooble of the original purpose of their visit.
“We still have this,” they said and lifted their hand with the bottle.
“The Stupid Sauce?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not sure that’s a great idea.”
“Probably. But it’s not like there’s much else to do around here. I was planning on getting &$*&“! tonight anyway. You… Wanna get Stupid together?”
“I dunno,” mumbled Ragatha.
“Fair enough. I don’t wanna push you into it.”
“Does it help?” Ragatha asked meekly.
Zooble shrugged. “It helps pass the time. And it keeps your thoughts from spinning in circles for a while, while time passes. You’ve done it before, you know what it’s like. At least for me, it makes me feel comfortably numb for a while. And to me, that’s at least something.”
“Hm.”
Zooble looked at her. “Does that mean you’re considering it?”
“Maybe,” Ragatha said weakly.
“Well, if you change your mind, come find me in my room, okay?”
“Could we… could we do it here?”
“Sure, why not. Scoot over,” said Zooble and joined Ragatha on the floor in the corner of her room.
Once she was leaning against the wall next to Ragatha, Zooble eyed the bottle of Stupid Sauce in their hand. “Funny”, they said. “Here we are, one who wants nothing more than to connect with people, and the other who wants nothing more than to be left alone and get out of this place, and all we can do about it is Stupid Sauce.”
“Yeah.” Ragatha exhaled tiredly. “Funny.”
“Wanna go first?” Zooble asked, handing her the bottle.
Ragatha took the bottle and looked at it. “Is this it?” she said. “Is this what eternity in here is going to be like? Nothing ever changes, the same thing over and over again, until we abstract? Squirting Stupid Sauce in our faces to pass the time?”
“I don’t know,” said Zooble. “Maybe. Maybe not. Who’s to say.”
“And me being unable to make friends, alone and lonely, until I abstract? Is that going to be who I am, too?”
“Don’t say that,” said Zooble. “Just, maybe, take it easy for a bit? Relationships are tricky business. I’m sure if you just give it some time and don’t try to force it, things’ll change for you. It won’t work if it’s one-sided. If you’re the only one trying to make a friendship happen, it’s bound to leave you with something different from what you’re looking for.”
“Heh,” Ragatha smirked. “Kinger said something similar.”
“He did?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, there you go.”
“There I go,” sighed Ragatha. “Still in the same place I’ve been, still in the dark corner of my room, still clueless and without any answers. But there I go, waiting for something to somehow change tomorrow.” She looked back at the condiment bottle in her hands. “Until then, we’ve got the Stupid Sauce, right?”
“I guess so.”
Ragatha took off the lid. “There I go,” she said and squirted the pink liquid into her eye, the thoughtlessness embracing her mercifully quickly. Moments later, Zooble followed her into the realms of sweet delirium, both shrouded in the gentle veil of forgetful, warm, and comfortably numb darkness of Ragatha’s unlit room.