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"Hey...Caine...?" She called in her room, "Caine!!"
Maybe the others would know where he is? She spots Gangle and Zooble sitting down somewhere on the couch, in another one of their little daily drawing sessions. She knew for a fact Zooble was half doing it just to make Gangle happy. The masked ribbon-woman's mask barely ever broke anymore...
Pomni walks up to the duo, and they immediately noticed her, giving a small wave. "Do you uh... Know where Caine is?" She asks. One nodded, Gangle pointing to the small passage in the corner.
She does a grateful nod, looking at the small area that Gangle had pointed to.
The passage was...small. Narrow and tight, she was barely able to move through it, but managed to get to the other side anyways.
"They're gonna put me in the box-- I can't do anything right!-- why don't i just die?-- I'm trying my best...--" The broken sentences mixing together echoed in somewhere near her, and with every step she got closer. "They're gonna leave me-- They want to leave me--" And...There he was, his arms wrapped around his legs as he sat, rocking from side to side slowly. He looked stressed, Bubble at his side.
Wasn't...Bubble his assistant? A friend to him? Shouldn't he just help him? "You should die--" Ah. He was broken. Though that explains more, it made her feel guilty somehow.
Was it because he truly didn't have friends before aside from his awful developers? Maybe.
Was it because Bubble was acting weirder than normal? Maybe.
Was it because Bubble literally told Caine to kill himself? And he listened? Yes. Absolutely.