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"Where the HELL are the bathrooms around here..?"

Pomni had been walking for hours. At least, it felt like hours. There were no clocks here, or windows, or any other way of telling time. Only doors. Millions and millions of goddamn doors. Doors and paintings around every corner she tried. She wasn’t even sure if she still needed to pee at this point. In fact, she wasn’t entirely sure that she *could* pee in this body. But she’d been walking for so long that she wouldn’t be able to find her way back even if she tried. So she just kept wandering, until eventually she came across a promising door.

She was about to barge right in when she hesitated. She’d learned not to just open doors at random in this place. She stepped back and gazed up at the sign.

"Ugh. ‘WC’ could mean anything in this place."

She wracked her brain for possible combinations. Wacky Clowns? Wet Cement? Weird Cave? Wriggling... Centipedes? Oh god. She started to tremble as she slowly turned the knob.

"Please no centipedes, please no centipedes, please no centipedes..."

The door swung open. She listened for the writhing of tiny little legs, but she couldn’t hear anything. She peered inside and let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Oh thank God."

She quickly stepped inside and closed the door behind her, feeling the tension slowly leave her shoulders.

"Phew. Okay, now, hmmm..."

"How the hell do I take off this stupid cos-"

*click*

"WWUUAAAA-"

Her scream eventually faded into a sigh. Pomni had fallen through so many endless abysses at this point that she was starting to get bored of them. She watched the light fade into nothingness and let out a small, disappointed whine.

Whatever. Falling forever through an infinite void wasn’t so bad, really. Caine would come get her eventually. Until then she just had to wait. If she closed her eyes she could almost convince herself that she was floating in a great big swimming pool. She did that for a few seconds, trying her best to relax, when she felt something tugging at her hand.

"What the hell..?"

She blinked a few times, trying to shake the hallucination. "Fingers unravelling like string" was a new one; she’d have to add that to her diary. Only this time, the hallucination wouldn’t leave. She blinked again. It was still going. In fact, it was getting worse.

Pomni watched as each of her fingers unfurled themselves one by one, flying off into the void like silly string. She tried to grab hold of it with her other hand, only to find that it, too, was rapidly unravelling. She started to freak out. The spiralling was getting faster and faster. 

Her legs were now starting to unspool, whipping around in every direction. It didn’t hurt, it didn’t really feel like anything, but she screamed all the same. Soon her legs were gone and her torso was fraying at the edges. Her arms were reduced to long wool-like strands, flailing helplessly. Finally, the vision in her eye started to wobble and break. 

"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPpppppppppffffffffhhhhhhhhh"

And then she couldn’t see anything at all. 

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There was darkness for a long time. She could tell that she was moving, but that was it. She eventually stopped panicking; it was hard to have an anxiety attack when your body was a strand of loose wool. So she just floated, until eventually she noticed the darkness start to fade.

She still couldn’t see, but she could vaguely make out light and colour. The movement sped up, like she was being sucked up into a wormhole. Her senses started to return. Everything zoomed back into focus at a million miles an hour. Sound and light and touch all overwhelming her.

"WHHHHAAAAAAA-"

"AAAAaaaaaaeeeere am I..?"

There was too much to take in all at once. She tried to blink, but for some reason she couldn’t manage to get her eyes to shut; she had to wait for them to adjust on their own. Pomni had never seen this room before. It didn’t look like anywhere in the circus. For a few glorious seconds she wondered if this was the real world, and she’d finally escaped this nightmare. She tried to get up and look around, only to find she couldn’t. Her legs wouldn’t work. Neither would her arms. Once more she started to panic.

"Hello..?"

She couldn’t hear her own voice, which terrified her, but she still cried out just in-case someone else could. 

"Helloooo? Caine? Ragatha? Gangle? Zoobles? Kingler..? ...Jax?"

There was no response. She tried to look around the room, but she couldn’t even do that. It was like her eyeballs were locked in place. If she really strained she could see a little more through her periphery, but that was it.

It was only now that she noticed how weird this perspective was. Either she was tiny or this room was huge. She wondered if this was one of Caine’s adventures. "Exploring an oversized bedroom" sounded a bit generic for him, but maybe he’d run out of ideas. Was this bear an NPC? Pomni cleared her throat (tried to, anyway) and spoke.

"Umm, excuse me... Mr uhhh Teddy..? Can you speak..? Is this some kind of, toy kingdom..? Is your name Ambassador Stuffington or some crap..? Can you- 

Silence.

"Oh god, I’m talking to a plushie..."

She felt a little silly, but it’s not like a talking teddy would be the weirdest thing in this place. Ragatha was technically a living plushie too. Wait... Could this be Ragatha’s room? Was it offensive to assume a ragdoll would collect other dolls? She looked around for anything recognisable.

There! That looked like one of her bows! She didn’t realise Ragatha could take them off; she'd assumed it was just stuck there, like her own ridiculous jester hat. Come to think of it, this was the first time that Pomni had ever seen inside Ragatha's room. She suddenly felt a little bad for being in here without permission, even though she didn’t really have a choice. There wasn’t much time to feel guilty, however, as she soon heard muffled voices in the hall.  

"Bye bye, Zooble! See you again soon!!"
"Yeah, uh, bye."

Pomni had never been happier, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"RAGATHA!!!
OH THANK GOD!!!"

She tried her absolute hardest to jump up and launch into a great big hug, but her body still wouldn’t move, so she just kept yelling. She still couldn’t hear herself, but Ragatha seemed to turn at the sound of her voice.

"Ragatha something really really weird happened, I fell into a void and got turned into wool, or string, or something, and-"

"Pomni! What are you doing down there?"

Her voice was low and almost secretive. Pomni rapidly tried to explain.

"Oh! Um, I promise I didn’t come into your room without permission! I would never do that! I was just kinda, well, teleported here, I swear I didn’t-"

Ragatha didn’t seem at all convinced by her words, and simply moved in closer. And closer. And even closer.

"Hey, wait, what are you..!"

Ragatha didn’t listen, scooping her up like she were a baby. Pomni instictively tried to squirm out of her grasp, but still she was paralyzed.

"Jeez, I can’t believe I just left you out in the open."

"Wh-what?"

Pomni was only speaking out of habit at this point. Just what the hell was Ragatha talking about? Why couldn’t she hear her? Why was she acting like this was all normal? 

"Let’s close this door, shall we?"

She promptly turned, letting Pomni swing casually down towards her waist. The rapid perspective shift made her nauseous, like being flung around on a rollercoaster. Ragatha made her way over to the door, taking Pomni with her. As if this wasn’t jarring enough, Pomni was now presented with a horrifying new object: a mirror.

She was strangely terrified of seeing what she now looked like. What if this was some kind of alternate reality where she was some sort of hideous monster? Or what if she’d been turned into an inanimate object, like one of those featureless cubes she kept finding? She really didn’t want to find out. She tried to close her eyes, but she couldn’t. She focused all her attention on her periphery, terrified to catch a glimpse of herself, straining and straining until she was forced to see it, and-

"...what the. "

Somehow, Pomni would have prefered being a cube. What the hell was this? Why did she look like... that??? This had to be some kind of prank. Jax had somehow convinced Caine to install that weird trapdoor, and was about burst in laughing his head off. But that didn’t explain why Ragatha was acting like this. Was she in on the joke? No, surely not. Pomni was left even more clueless than before, swinging helplessly as Ragatha shut the door.

"That was a close one, huh."

"Ragatha..?"

Pomni was quite sure she couldn’t be heard, and yet Ragatha was talking to her anyway. Did she know that Pomni was in here? Was she the one who set up that trapdoor? That didn’t seem right. She might not know Ragatha all that well, but Pomni was pretty sure she wasn’t some kind of messed-up soul wizard. Maybe she just talked to all her plushies? That was much more likely. As she was thinking, Ragatha set her gently down on the bed, addressing her like she were a small child.

"Alright, wait here whilst I put the others back in the toybox, okay?"

The word "others" brought Pomni great relief. Ragatha must make plushies of everyone in the circus. That was kinda cute. Still a *little* bit weird, but you had to pass the time in here somehow.

Pomni watched out of the corner of her eye as Ragatha methodically picked up each plushie and put it away. She waited for the others to pass by, quite interested to see what they looked like. She wondered how Ragatha had realised Gangle’s ribbon-y body in plush form. She looked forward to seeing Jax as a cute little teddy. She kept waiting. The bed slowly emptied, but every toy that passed was some generic animal or figure. Ambassador Stuffington was the last to go, falling into the box with a muffled *pomf*. Ragatha sat back down on the bed, letting out a quiet sigh.

The room suddenly felt quite empty. There were no more toys to put away. Ragatha seemed lost in thought for a moment, just sitting there in silence. When she finally glanced down at the doll, she let out another deep sigh.

"Oh Pomni... What am I gonna do with you, huh?"

"...Ragatha?"

She swung her legs up onto the bed and placed Pomni on her chest, smiling at her.

There was something strange about the way Ragatha looked at her. She wore the wistful, half-smile of someone looking at an old photograph. When she spoke her words were soft and intimate, like she was revealing a deep secret.

"What do you think, huh? Think I should tell her?"

"Ragatha..."

It was slowly dawning Pomni just why Ragatha hadn't made dolls for the others. She'd always been so nice to her, so much more attentive than anyone else. She was the only one who ever tried to make Pomni feel comfortable. This was just such a weird way to find out about it, but it made a certain sense that a ragdoll would choose to create another doll in the image of her crush. She thought back to the glance she got in the mirror; the painstaking attention to detail, the hand-kitted outfit, the addition of a cute little nose just to make her look even more doll-like. She just wished she'd figured it out earlier.

"Ragatha... I'm so sorry, I never realised you felt this way. It's all my fault. I was so preoccupied with just surviving in here that I never considered anyone else's feelings but my own. And, well, we'd have to take it one step at a time of course, but I'd love to, um, try dating you. If that's what you're asking, I mean. In fact, I'm honoured that anyone would even think to-"

Ragatha’s expression suddenly changed, and a deep sadness fell across her face. She shut her eyes and clutched the doll tight to her chest. Her voice was lower than Pomni had ever heard it before, all of its chipper optimism gone.

"Oh god, I’m talking to a plushie..."

"If the real Pomni saw this, she’d think I’m a freak."

"O-Of course I don’t think you’re freak! I-"

"I should never have made this stupid doll. I need to just get over her."

It hurt to hear Ragatha sounding so negative. Pomni wished desperately she could just talk to her, to send some kind of message, but she didn’t know how. She flexed every muscle she could think of, trying to get some small part of this doll body to move, but nothing could be done. Ragatha started breathing heavily, and after a while Pomni wondered if she’d fallen asleep, until a few more words broke the silence.

"God, you even smell like her..."

The heavy breathing returned, then quickly stopped. Ragatha opened her eye.

She took a sniff. And then another one. Then she sat up and took a long, deep inhale right into the wool.

"Why do you smell like her..?"

This was her chance.

"Yes! Yes, Ragatha, I’m in here! It’s not just a doll, it’s me!!"

Ragatha seemed to flinch for a moment, just staring with wild-eyed confusion. She took another cautious sniff, as if to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. And then-

"Wait, what are you- WAHH!!"

Ragatha began sniffing wildly at Pomni’s crotch, taking deep inhales as she pushed the fabric tight against her face. It was now that Pomni realised she could *feel* things in this body. She could feel the tight grip on her waist and the wiggle of Ragatha’s nose against her loins. It felt really weird, especially since she still couldn't move, but it wasn't unpleasant. This new body was strange; it didn't really have genitals, but there was still a tingling pleasure whenever Ragatha pushed up against her crotch. It spread through her legs and she found herself reflexively trying to clamp them shut.

"Nghhhaaaa!!! Whwhwhat are you doing???"

Ragatha's inhales got longer and louder, her grip tightening as she tried to bury herself in the scent. Below the sniffs came low moans, the kind you’d only let out when you know no-one is listening.

"Unnghhh.... Pomni... you smell so good..."

She kept inhaling until eventually she had to gasp for breath, panting hard. Pomni braced herself for more, but Ragatha was now looking over at the door.

Pomni tried to collect herself.

"Y-yes, g-go through the door! Go fetch Caine, he’ll know how to get me out of this!"

As if she could hear her, Ragatha got up and made her way to the door. Pomni heard her take out a key from her apron.

"Yes! Okay, now just go and find-"

She heard the key turn, but the door didn’t open. 

"No, you have to go out! Go get Caine!!"

"W-why did you lock the door..?"

But Ragatha still couldn’t hear her. She very slowly made her way back to the bed, looking like a giant as she stared down at Pomni.

"...Ragatha?"

She just stood there for a few moments with a strangely intense look in her eyes. Pomni could hear her breathing even from up there.

"R-R-Ragatha..?"

After a few more seconds of intense eye-contact she spoke, not to Pomni but to herself.

"This is really weird, Ragatha. Just put her back in the toybox."

She seemed to wrestle with her options for a moment. Finally, after much deliberation, Ragatha made a move: she began to take off her dress.

"Wh-wh-what are you doing..?"

Pomni tried to avert her eyes. It didn’t feel right to see Ragatha undress without her knowing. She felt like some kind of weird voyeur. But she didn't have much choice in the matter. There Ragatha stood, in only underwear, naked as the day she was born. Or, sewn. She lay the dress on the bed, letting one of the sleeves fall haphazardly onto Pomni, knocking her down.

She was forced to wait as Ragatha carefully folded up the dress and put it away, climbing into bed. 

Pomni was nervous. This was all too intimate; she didn't do well with that kind of stuff. If she'd been in her regular body, she would have certainly chickened out by now. But there was something almost reassuring about not having a choice in the matter.

She could feel the warmth of Ragatha’s body between her legs; her new body was so small that the heat spread quickly, until even her brain felt hot and fuzzy. Every twitch of Ragatha’s finger made her want to flinch, and the fact that she couldn’t flinch put her whole body on edge. It didn't help Ragatha was looking at her with such hungry eyes. Was this how she'd always looked at Pomni behind her back? If her real body were here, instead of a doll, would she still look so ravenous..? Pomni imagined it and felt the heat suddenly skyrocket. Somehow, Ragatha seemed to be sensing it too. She took her hands and gracelessly pulled forward.

"mmMM!!!!"

Ragatha began kissing her, rubbing her lips all over Pomni’s face. Pressing them up against her stitched-on mouth, kissing down her neck to where her collarbone would be. And the same tingling sensation from her crotch was now spreading out through her face. It filled her head like smoke, seeping into every fold. Her new "skin" was so sensitive, too, like this was the first time it’d ever been touched, each kiss making her squirm from over-stimulation.

"Mmhh... Pomni... Pomni.... I love you Pomni...."

Pomni could feel Ragatha fiddling with something behind her. Her arm was moving back and forth, keeping rythmn with her tongue. In between kisses she could see Ragatha’s eyes intensify even further, until all their softness was gone. She moaned Pomni’s name until the syllables dissolved into wordless mush. The vibrating of her arm sped up until it abruptly stopped, and Pomni found herself flung backward.

"Ngh... I need to..."

Hands shot down to her waist as she wriggled out of her bloomers. Pomni felt something hard against the back of her head. As the bloomers were pushed further down, the hard thing suddenly sprung upwards, nearly flipping her over. Pomni caught just a glimpse of it before her head fell backwards. Then, she had no choice but to see it.

"Holy. "

Pomni had no idea Ragatha had... this. Before today, she didn’t even know Ragatha had anything under her dress at all. She’d had a cock this whole time..? Pomni needed a second to take it all in, but she didn’t get one. Ragatha picked her up and sat her next to it, nudging her face forward.

"Mmff!"

It was hot against her face. Made of soft fabric like the rest of Ragatha’s body, but beneath it was something rock hard. Ragatha pushed until Pomni’s little doll legs were wrapped tightly around it. She could feel it’s pulse with her entire body. 

"H-hah... D-do you like it, Pomni?" 

Ragatha’s voice was shaky, and her hands shook with it. They were practically convulsing as she took her other hand and slowly pulled on the fabric. She seemed to wince as the sensitive textile underneath was exposed to the air.

"K-k-kiss it, Pomni..."

Ragatha smushed her face into the tip, and somehow Pomni could taste it. Not through her tongue, she no longer had one of those, but through something else. Like it was being directly into her brain. It wasn’t like anything else in the circus; it tasted "real". The unmistakable taste of human skin, of warm flesh, the smell of sweat. Sweat and something else. Something hot and salty. She could feel something leaking out as Ragatha rubbed her face all over it, letting out a little gasps and moans, squeezing Pomni’s tiny body like a stressball every time her nose rubbed against the sensitive ridges of the tip.

"Fffuck... Pomni..."

Her other hand began stroking up and down, getting faster and faster until Pomni was sure she was about to cum right there, but she seemed to think better of it. She grabbed Pomni by the waist and turned her around. She seemed to be doing some sort of mental calculation.

Ragatha didn’t say anything, but Pomni immediately figured it out.

"N-nonono, it’s not gonna-"

"Hah... It’s almost as big as you, Pomni..."

There was a certain unhinged glee in her voice. She looked around the room for something, and Pomni looked with her. She quickly found what she was looking for, but Pomni couldn’t quite see it.

"Wh-wh-what are you doing..?"

Ragatha said nothing, but the manic jitter of her pupils spoke volumes. Pomni tried to see what she had in her hand, but suddenly found herself hoisted into the air.

"WHAAA!"

Her legs dangled helplessly. Ragatha’s hands were shaking rapidly, making Pomni’s ragdoll limbs dance in place. She was scared, but again there was something liberating about her lack of options. She was completely at the whim of someone else, without even the option to back out, and that excited her.

"H-hah.... hah...."

She could feel the cold metal brush against her skin as Ragatha tried to steady her hand. She winced, thinking it would hurt, but she felt no sting as the blade worked its way between the fibres. When she finally heard the dreaded *snip* it came with no pain, but something else entirely...

"Ngghhhhaaaaa!!"

As the fluff began to escape from her inside, Pomni felt more exposed than ever before. More naked than naked. Like this new gaping hole led not into her body but into her very soul. It was so sensitive that just being exposed to air was too much; it felt like an arctic wind buffeting against her, like every nerve in her body had been concentrated into one terrible spot. Ragatha carelessly tossed the scissors aside and took Pomni by the waist, lifting her even higher. With every squeeze could feel the tear getting wider, her stuffing spilling out, until she felt herself lowering. She felt something forcibly spread her legs apart.

She could feel it’s blunt tip against the fraying edges of her wool. She tried to fight against it, to somehow lift herself off, but her struggling only seemed to make things worse. Ragatha had cut the hole too small, and her cock was almost as thick as Pomni’s entire body. 

"It's... It’s not gonna fit!!!"

The tip found purchase amongst her stuffing, and Ragatha pushed down hard. It was still too tight, but that just made Ragatha push even harder. Pomni could feel herself tearing, being ripped in half as more and more cock slid inside.

"Ghhnnnnnnnaaa!"

Ragatha gave one last push, gripping Pomni’s waist as tight as she could, and finally managed to force her way inside with a loud *rrrrrrrrrrripppp*

"MMHHHHHHAAAAA!"

Pomni gasped as her stuffing was forcibly rearranged. The tip jut against the inside of her stomach, hitting her so hard that it felt like she was going to burst. Her legs were forced even further apart as the tear got wider still. Ragatha was beyond sense now. Her whole body shook, and Pomni could feel every shiver like it was an earthquake. And yet she still kept pushing.

"Nghhh.... Pomni... You’re so tight....."

She could feel it in every inch of herself, in every literal fibre of her being. Her stuffing was like one big, raw nerve, and all of it was wrapped around Ragatha’s cock. It was so sensitive that it hurt, like a clit after hours of rubbing, but Ragatha just kept going. Her expression only got more and more unhinged as she forced her way further inside.

It forced its way into her chest now, its relentless pulse like a racing heartbeat. There was no more space left inside her, and yet Ragatha seemed determined to force her entire cock inside. There was nowhere left for it to go, but Ragatha kept pushing, until Pomni felt it press against the stitching in her neck.

"Nnno... It's too much......"

But it was already too late. She could feel it inside her brain. Her neck hole was even tighter than the hole in her waist, but it was still being stretched and torn open. It wasn’t just her body she could feel it in; now it started to force its way into her mind. With every thrust she lost coherence, like her brain was being fucked into submission, until it was all she could think about. The very last remnants of her cerebral lobes cried out-

"NASDSNDNSNDWSNDSAOOOO!"

Pomni felt her body spasm in protest as cock overtook her brain. Her nerves all errupted at once, and she would have cum if she’d been able. She could feel something seeping from her skin, and in her nose and mouth she could taste precum as it dribbled down her face. She could barely even see Ragatha anymore, only vaguely able to hear her moans.

"Hhaahh... Pomni.... y-you look so cute on my cock..."

Pomni felt herself slowly rising, nerves once again lit on fire. Ragatha squeezed tight, using Pomni’s little doll body as a fleshlight, the tip of her cock pushing against the inside of her skull.

"Ggsghhhghjjllllllslllll"

She gripped Pomni’s limbs tightly, holding her arms in place as she thrust, and she somehow felt even more restrained than before. Everything in her body was screaming at her to move, to struggle out of this grasp, but she was utterly powerless. She kept trying to kick her legs but they just bounced helplessly as they smacked again and again into Ragatha’s rocking pelvis. And she was still getting faster. 

She could feel her stuffing leaking out as Ragatha’s balls slapped against her ass, her wool unravelling even more with each thrust. Her stitching had become so loose that Ragatha could easily push her cock right up into her brain now, and she seemed to moan every time her cock smacked against Pomni’s face. Her grip tightened even further, until Pomni’s body was reduced to mere fabric, a filthy cum-sock wrapped entirely around her shaft. Her head lolled back in ecstasy, tongue flailing from her mouth.

"Ghhhhhhh!!!"

She began to speed up her thrusts, gripping so hard that Pomni thought she was going to be torn to shreds, that each thrust would be the one to tear straight through her. Her nerves were burning, every single one of them, white hot from friction alone, beyond overstimulated, like her entire body was one tight cunt that had been fucked for hours until it was red and raw. She couldn’t take it any longer, she was gonna go insane.

"P-P-Pomni... I’m gonna........"

She could feel Ragatha’s hips rising beneath her, her thrusts turning into rapid vibrations, like a wand on max held up to her clit. She knew that an orgasm would be cataclysmic, that it would fill her with more cum than she could possibly hold, but she didn’t care anymore. The rhythm devolved into manic, violent shaking. Pomni’s body was now stuck like an undersized condom to her cock, her wool gripped and pulled, glands pushed deep into her forehead.

"Ppppomni... I’m gonna... I’m gonna....."

"GFJSDFSDUFJSD"

Her hips arched upwards, as high as they could go, and she tugged as hard as she could against Pomni’s arms, thrusting her cock deep into her head, crying out in desperation, until she finally burst.

Hot cum exploded from her forehead like a solar flare, thick strands pumped through her skin, raining down and instantly soaking her entire body. It covered her mouth and nose, seeping deep into both, until all she could taste and smell was cum, until her skin was heavy with the stuff. Her vision was completely gone in one side, and the other was white at the edges, a mix of cum-stain and shear pressure.

"Glllhhhhhhhh..."

Ragatha gave one last weary buck of her hips before collapsing onto the bed, the final droopy spurts leaking from her tip. Pomni’s limbs drooped heavy as she hung from Ragatha’s twitching cock.

"Oh god..."

Pomni could barely see Ragatha anymore. She was reduced to a fuzzy blur, vignetted in migraine-grey, but in the fuzz she could see a vague regret on her face. She started to say something, then stopped herself. She sighed.

"Gross..."

"You’re not..."

But Pomni found her energy draining, quite literally, as cum-drenched stuffing fell out of her in heavy clumps. Ragatha was losing steam too, as the twitches in her cock slowed to halt. She let her head rest against the pillow, and Pomni glanced a smile on her face.

"Oh Pomni..."

Ragatha’s breathing slowed even further, and she seemed ready to drift off to sleep.

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Pomni found the white corners of her vision fade to black.

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It was like being back in the void, gently floating in a great big pool of air.

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Everything got quiet, and soon she couldn’t hear Ragatha’s breathing any more.

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She could only feel the gentle rise of her lungs, like a faint ocean current.

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And soon she too felt herself drifting out of conciousness.

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It was nice.

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Her eyes were finally shut, and she-

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*SLAM*
"RAGATHA! TERRIBLE NEWS!"

"AAAAGHH!!!!"

"JESUS CHRIST CAINE WHAT THE ??? THE DOOR WAS LOCKED???"

"No time to explain! It’s Pomni, something terrible has happened!"

"What?? What happened to Pomni?"

"I don’t know how, but it seems her soul has been torn from her body. We think it might have become trapped in some sort of-"

"Oh my god."