*crying In Their Sleep, They Are Having A Nightmare That They Abstracted And Are Killing Zooble*

at first i was a bit skeptical about this whole mental illness idea but now im kinda thinking i might have one or two of my own

Caine: *a minute or so later, he eventually gets up, takes a deep breath and sighs*

I shouldn't have to burden you with my problems...

it’s...it’s ok.

(Damn, now they actually feel bad for him. What kind of person makes a goofy, cartoony AI only to give him self-esteem issues?)

M!A voice: *manifests and mockingly says*

Awwww how wholesome

don’t you (🎉) dare.

*sends you back to the circus and stops the marching*

Caine: Wow Zooble, how'd ya stop it?

i asked some weird voice in my head. anyways there’s things in the circus that can control us apparently

Caine: I'm uhhhhh, sorry I wasn't that good as a therapist.....

it’s...i’m used to it.

(None of their therapists back on Earth were ever able to help them, either, and they were actual therapists.)

Bubble: YAY DISCO!

*turns on dubstep and dances with Zooble*

(ooc) told ya it'd get chaotic lol

(They groan.)

how are you holding up after today Zooble?

idk honestly. just hanging out in my room. sucks that there’s something else we have to worry about now.

Caine:

*takes a deep breath and holds

it together before Zooble can notice*

I hope ya like it bucko, time to set up things for the rest.

*leaves*

(They sit down on a folding chair, holding their head in their hands and finally allowing themself to grieve. But not too much, never too much. You know what will happen.)

M!A: *makes Zooble throw her, breaking her mask*

(🎉)- GANGLE I’M SO SORRY

Caine: *slows it down*

Oh boy Zooble, glad you finally wanna go to the carnival!

CAINE IT’S THE (🎉)ING MAGIC ANON AGAIN. THE ONE THAT CHANGES THINGS