Woolgathering
replacementcodeau is an awesome idea, after a discord buddy pointed it out I had this in my head. you can check out more at @replacementcodeau just wish I spoke and read the original language of the AU's creator and English isn't there first, so sometimes all there replies are not in English. But still awesome, and kudos to them for putting time to translating there series for people who don't speak it.
Screaming did no good, when the only being to hear it would be Bubble.
Depressing to know, and he was a sarcastic little bubble that made things worse with a few words.
It made her feel like the character from the game ‘I have no mouth and I must scream’ even if she had a mouth, due to her... situation.
A scream unheard, held in her mind.
She missed the before, she missed being Pomni.. being... well her human name was long gone...
She missed the strange friendships among the circus, fragile like a spiderweb till events had shaken the silk threads free.
Caine and herself the spider in the middle, now forever wrapped together in regret.
She had to prevent another Ringmaster, prevent herself from breaking more.
She even missed Caine, even if he was still... technically there. He was the AI to her human side, they were ringmaster..
If only she didn’t hallucinate him either caring or hating her, she would never know his reaction as that part of him was gone forever.
It Hurt it hurt it hurt
She had cared for him, and she knew in the end how his code was running out of control.. she still wondered if.. he had learned love as an AI?
Heh... as usual her thoughts had run away.
“Bees.. again?” Bubble sarcastically said all teeth as usual.
Ah.. shes drawn Caine’s Bees again.
“Maybe...” she sighed, before she’d started woolgathering thought’s shes been trying to create an adventure. She had to keep them mentally active, so they wouldn’t spiral and end in the basement.
There was too many victims of this cursed place already.
She’d be alone if they did
“House Flipper seems easy enough to pull off,” she said, it was creative enough to maybe het Jax to be his chaotic self.
“Ohhhh... I smell copyright battles” Bubble grinned.
There was no going back, only forward.