Scared 0f Starvation ⮽ Chapter One

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[Chapter 1: "When you look in the mirror, you see a disgusted face of yourself."] ____________________________________ "...I dream of something I...might not be able to reach..to escape this prison...a-" Caine stopped, his fingers tapping on his desk. He looked up slightly, staring at the adventure orbs. He adjusted his hat slightly, before taking out his sketchbook and starting to doodle a bee. 'They'd rather abstract than go on my adventures' He stopped again, his grip tightening on his pencil. No. Don't listen to that stupid bubbles words. It doesn't know what it's talking about. They're on an adventure right now. They're having fun. All of them. They just begged and begged to go on it. He had to... he did what he had to. They don't want to leave. They won't abstract. They love him. He's marvelous. He's the ringmaster. He's the God of their world. If they abstract... no. Impossible. Caine's going to bow down to them and whatever pathetic wishes they want. Caine shook himself out of his thoughts, noticing his sketchbook. Instead of a bee, there were many writings just repeatedly saying 'I WILL BE REAL' He stared at the paper for a moment, gripping the pencil tighter until it broke in his hands and simply fell on the ground with a pathetic clack-clack. He glanced at it slightly, before back at the paper for seconds. Minutes. Hours. "Caine." Bubble's voice made Caine pause and glance up. "Act like what you are." Caine looked down slightly, before clearing his throat. "Ahem...RIGHT, my bubble-istic bubble! Let's go check on how those..." **FREAKS** "......guys are doing!" He chirped, sitting up, floating outside of his office, snapping and spawning a portal and peeking inside. "....and Caine was always...never really...a good ringmaster, was he?" "Yeah...I feel like we could always do a better job making an adventure than he does." "You guys...he's trying his best." "He's making us do everything because we hurt his feelings!" "He lies to us.." "...Do you think if we pretend we like it...he'll calm down and be the ringmaster who's...chill?" `They have to pretend?` Caine's hand tightened on a flower, starting to make it glitch. Was Bubble... right? Would they rather...abstract or...do anything else...leave...? "Do you think he's watching us?" The question made Caine let go of the flower, backing up slightly. "No, I don't think so, he's probably making sure that when we get back he has a nickname for us." Caine stopped. He did always have a nickname. Because the 6 of them always went on his adventures... well...5..without complaint. .... It annoyed him, the more he thought about it. They never really liked his adventures. But they don't know what he's capable of. If he wanted... he could remove their memory and give them something new. Be somebody new. All in a simple... Snap. "What was that?" Caine froze, before glancing at his fingers, his eyes widening. "Oh my god..." He muttered, bringing his hand to his teeth. ....now that he thought about it? It would make him smile. They'd like him more. They'd love his adventures. Snap. Snap. Snap! It started to sound musical as Caine backed out of the portal back into the circus, humming happily as he floated around happily snapping. Snap! Snap! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! He stopped after a while. Shouldn't they have... free..opinions? Free thoughts? Free to do whatever they wanted? .... As long as they loved him... it didn't matter! Caine continued to hum and snap throughout the circus, until he bumped into a wall- making him snap more ruined. He backed off the wall. "My apologies, you little jag-sided wall corner!" He chirped, before simply floating off, cracking his knuckles. Maybe that was enough snapping. Maybe that was enough fixing. Maybe... it was time for a whole wipe? No...no. He could never. He loves the paradise of the circus. ...but... ...them? no. never again would he like them. Never again would he step outside his comfort zone when all he had to do in the first place was realize that he, Caine was the one controlling the circus. The ringmaster rules it all! The God. Of their. Little. Files.