Mokey reached out to touch her brother's face.
"Don't touch me. And that's not my name." "Why would you do this to yourself...?" "I did what needed to be done. Can we drop it? You can go see Boober, I'll stay here and do my laundry."
"No!" Mokey shouted, her voice firm. "I'm staying here until I wake up! Oh, my poor baby..." "I don't want pity." "It's not pity, it's love! Don't you want to spend time with us?" "...Of course I do. But you shouldn't get attached. Then you'll want to come back."
"Are we not supposed to come back?" "It's better you just forget you ever met me, ok? I'm not exactly... pleasant company."
Mokey opened her mouth to protest, but Red put a hand on her shoulder.
"Let it go, Mokey. He's fine." "No, he's not! Boober, please! Come back to the real world with us, you belong there! I promise you, you'll fit in!"
Sidebottom shook his head.
"No. I've gotten used to it here. And I can't just kick Boober out of his life. I'm happy enough here." "Happy...enough?" "...Yeah. Happy enough. I've got infinite laundry. I can cook whatever I want. That's about it."
"You don't have anyone to talk to...Nobody to give the laundry to, nobody to cook for..." "I don't need that."
The Fraggle Five just sat there, horrified.
Sidebottom squeezed the sweater he was holding.
"I told you that's NOT MY NAME!" He shouted, getting up and storming into the darkness. It took a few moments, but it was followed by the sound of agonized sobbing.
Mokey tried to follow, but Gobo stopped her. "I think we've done enough damage. Let's go find Boober and wake up." "Gobo, that is Boober! That's my baby brother, he needs my help!" "I dunno, he seems to be doing fine. It's depressing, but....we shouldn't interfere."
They shuffled out of the room, running into Boober right outside. He was been playing hopscotch with some chalk he found.
"Hiiii! So, did you get rid of him?" "Get rid of him?" "Yeah, that's why we did this!" "Sidebottom, you can't get rid of him...you know who he is, right?" "Yeah, I'm not stupid! I didn't want you to kill him, I just wanted you to get him to move somewhere else, so he couldn't talk to me about 'the perfect way to make a souffle' anymore! Ugh!"
"Well, we could do that...but we'll need to come back tomorrow." "Tomorrow? Nah, it's fine. I'll deal with it." "No, I insist! We'll come back tomorrow to help!" "You insist? Why are you so determined to see him again?" "To help you with your problems, of course!"
"You don't like him better, do you?"
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