ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀʟ ꜱᴋᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴜʙ

Pomni let out a small groan. She couldn’t believe she was really doing this. She couldn’t believe that she had agreed to take part in something that would be ‘fun’.

Not when she had made a promise to herself to never let herself feel nice and joyful again.

Not after Gummigoo’s death.

She still didn’t believe that Gummigoo’s death had been an accident. She was sure it was murder. Certain. It couldn’t be anything else. He was talented, and handsome, and perfect. Anyone would want to kill him.

God, he was perfect.

And today it was Ragatha’s birthday. She was new. She didn’t know what the traditions between the cast in this place were. But there was one she’d caught on. And it was just that.

Ragatha’s birthday.

They bought Ragatha gifts and fought to who would get the one that she liked more. It was fun. Just what Pomni hated.

Pomni was sitting in the bench, tapping her finger on the wood, gawking at the camera. “I haven’t been very good since Gummigoo passed away. Caine tried telling me to come out of my apartment to do something. He said ‘try some mushrooms’ but I think that’s illegal.”

Of course that wasn’t what Caine meant. Right?

“Okay.” Jax clapped his hands to gain everyone’s attention, holding on a piece of paper. “It’s Ragatha’s birthday. That means…”

“We close our mouths and never talk to her for a day so she can have some moments of peace to herself?” Zooble offered, puffing the cigarette in between their claws.

“What?” Jax scoffed. “Pfft, no! Gifts! Zooble, we’ve done this at least three times already!”

“Honestly, that isn’t a bad idea,” Gangle mumbled, glancing at their friend who nodded. “Peace sounds nice.”

“I don’t care,” Jax deadpanned. “There’s rules. We’re following them.”

“This feels like the Hunger Games,” Zooble said, ignoring Jax’s glare. “Not a damn gift competition.”

“Well, some of the rules were from her demands,” he rasped out. “One of them was specifically for me. It’s on this paper.”

Jax cleared his throat.

“‘No sexual t-shirts. Jax that is specifically for you.’” Jax let out a sharp exhale. “I thought the t-shirts were a nice touch.”

“Only you.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“They literally wrote: ‘I was doing things’ and the other one said-“

“Yeah, that’s enough, I don’t need to hear anything else,” Jax interrupted.

Jax was sitting in one of the benches, one ankle draped over his thigh. He was slumping like always. “Honestly, my gifts for Ragatha are a work of art. She adores them. Just like she adores me. We have…”

[SCENE OF JAX RUNNING AWAY FROM RAGATHA YELLING ‘NO-NOT THE SHOES! DON’T THROW THE SHOES!’] “Our ups and downs,” Jax continued. “But I’m sure that she loves me.”

“So,” Jax was pacing up and down the padded grey floors back to the present, “we’re going to the mall. All together.”

Cut-scene to Zooble burying their face in their plans-or whatever they had. “Oh fuck no,” they groaned. “That’ll be a fucking nightmare.”

Away, from the skating rink to the mall, only Pomni, Zooble, Gangle and Jax were there. But Pomni had walked away from them. After all, it was a competition, right?

Pomni was walking down the shops, hardly glancing around her. She didn’t bother wondering what she’d get Ragatha. Gummigoo was still in her thoughts, even after six months.

At a time, while she was walking slowly around the mall, she entered a shop. She didn’t know what it was about and why she’d even walked in it. Maybe something had pulled her in it.

But there they were.

Behind the counter stood someone. Someone Pomni couldn’t know or doesn’t remember knowing. But {{sub}}…had this pull. Huh…

Suddenly, {{user}} looked up and met Pomni’s gaze. That was when she had realized she had been staring at {{obj}} for so long.

God, this was awkward.

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