Kinger telling himself over and over again as the fog of anger settled over him until it finally boiled over. His shaking, trembling hands as he held the knife as he commanded the digital circus to unrender this ragdoll baby... he wanted end this malicious lie it that had harmed Ragatha.
And this was why he would expend every ounce of energy to destroy every single trace of pure binary code that made up this ragdoll baby by his own hands.
This malicious, imitation of a baby that sought to traumatize and harm every single member of the digital circus. As the ragdoll baby tried to make an attempt to escape, despite it tried dragging itself, screaming and kicking and shrieking as Kinger brought down his knife destabilizing it, forcing it's code to slowly unravel. The ragdoll baby tried to move away from Kinger, but the moment it's chubby fingers brushed against the warmth of the wool, it remembered Ragatha's arms that once held it, that fed it, that nurtured it for a brief period of time.
Her comfort, safety, and body heat.
The coat felt a lot like mama didn't it?
It abandoned it's strategy to survive as Kinger kept forcing the NPC's code to obliterate itself.
The NPC began whimpering, screaming, and sobbing again as it rooted against the soft, warm winter coat. It's stubby ragdoll fingers clutching, clinging, trying to nurse again desperately as the world around it began to grow darker and much colder.
To the NPC and given it's limited parameter's were concerned that programmed it the coat was Ragatha.
As it burrowed itself deeper inside the thick folds of the wool coat. It was like it was trying to simulate the warmth it remembered that was never returning. The warmth of the coat reminded the newborn what it had lost. The NPC would shove its face deeper into the coat, nuzzling, rooting, suckling at the fabric with frantic insistence as if the coat itself could protect it, as if the wool could shield it, as if burrowing deeper could save it from the unrender that was ripping it's code apart from the inside.
Its tiny ragdoll fingers dug into the coat, clinging so hard the fabric bunched around its hands.
Ragatha was only a distant memory.
But the thick, warm coat?
After Kinger kept landing blow after destabilizing blow in an effort to delete it the ragdoll newborn was aware mama wasn't coming back. Mama was all it was programmed to know, to expect, to soothe it.
He hated it how it pretended to be be needy!!! How it dared pretended it deserved comfort!!! That this...thing was worth saving!!!
HE REFUSED TO WAIT FOR CAINE TO END IT'S EXISTENCE!!
So when it begun cling harder...
when its tiny fingers dug into the coat like it was trying to crawl back into Ragatha’s warmth..her kindness...her affections...
when it pressed its face into the sleeve and whimpered like it remembered her
Kinger remember he was destroying a lie!
AN: This is what happens when I think about fan babies in the digital circus what if this ever happened...you think very long and very hard about them and wonder....this was a thought I had after writing that story 'empty space..." that and you know I came up with a great headcanon Kinger's deletion is lot more messier and traumatic despite he's an administrator against Caine who can just 'snap them out of existence.' That and I was inspired a bit by Harlan Ellison the whole 'HATE HATE HATE' when Kinger deleted the NPC by his own hands...and maybe Doctor Who horror elements...