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This is a work in progress!
Caine sits at his desk, fiddling with the cloth of his scarlet sleeves, pondering on what the humans would want; he already does his best attempts to entertain them, but to no avail. He puts so much effort into the adventures, yet everyone still hates them! Those adventures are the only thing he’s good at; he can’t be bad at the only thing he’s good at, right? That would be…
The AI pushes the thought aside and decides to distract himself by drawing bees - they always cheer him up! Grabbing his pen and notebook, the ringleader starts sketching out his fuzzy friend.
As he draws, Caine can’t help but overhear one of the humans, Gangle, rambling about her problems to Zooble - time passes by, and after a while, he notices her say how venting made her feel better.
The interaction between the two spiked curiosity for Caine and he began to wonder if he would start feeling better if he vented about his problems. There was only one issue: who would he vent to?
As Caine pondered on who he could talk to, Bubble came and gave him a suggestion. “You could just vent to yourself!”
So that’s what he did. Every night, whilst everyone was asleep, he would sit by one of the circus member’s doors and vent about his problems. He’d pretend that the image on the door was the person itself and he would let out all of his struggles.
Doing this routine every night started to help his mental health greatly. He finally felt like a human, being able to talk about what bothered him. It also took a lot of weight off his shoulders, not keeping everything to himself all the time.
One night, as Caine’s doing the usual venting like he always does, he can’t help but have a gut feeling that he’s not alone. He tries to put it aside, but it still lingers, growing louder each passing minute; still, he continues to ramble at the door.