Smiling Critters 2: The Story Continues.

Am I to Blame?

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I sat on the bench for a very long time.
Now recovered from the shock of having seen a dead body after 10 years and the dizziness of that horrifying scene, I was beginning to gather the courage to go back to PlayCare without SnarkShark.
How do I explain his absence to the rest? How do I justify it? What if they ask about the others, Crafty, Peace, Bobby?
How will I justify it? Where will I get my explanations from!?
What if the Rejected Critters notice our escape?
What if they have caught SnarkShark again? And now they're coming for me?!

My mind was collapsing from all the paranoia and possible scenarios that I could suffer from this... nightmarish shit that I called "adventure"!
How blind I was!

But even if I am blind... I must be strong.
Not for me! But for the others' sake.
I may not be able to save them...but because I don't have a plan!
I just want to recover from this sickness so I can talk about it with others!

When I was already thinking about getting to the cable car, somebody approached from behind.
The smell of lemongrass was unmistakable.

I didn't move. I said nothing.
I was silently wishing that they would have mercy on me even if I had escaped...until I heard his voice.

Bubba Bubbaphant: Kickin, can we talk?

I was surprised to hear his voice.
It wasn't so...distorted and weird anymore.
It was his usual voice...

I dared to turn around. Bubba looked at me with sad eyes, but with completely white irises and without those black pupils.
He had his gloves, his white coat, his face full of blood.
Alarm bells were starting to go off in my mind. Something was getting related in my head.

KickinChicken: Bubba, where does that blood come from?

Bubba Bubbaphant: ...You wouldn't like to know.

KickinChicken: I think I know.

Bubba Bubbaphant: Impossible. You...you wouldn't understand.

KickinChicken: GraciousGoat.

He stayed silent.

KickinChicken: GraciousGoat, right? You killed him.

Bubba Bubbaphant: ...Yes. Yes, I did.

KickinChicken: Why?

He, again, remained silent and seemed unwilling to say a word about it.
Again, his pride was getting the better of him. Of course, the usual Bubba was back!

KickinChicken: C'mon, Bubba, you can trust me, right?

Bubba Bubbaphant: I can. But can you trust ME?

KickinChicken: Of course I can! C'mon, you can tell me freely, nothing will happen!

Bubba Bubbaphant: Okay...but please, promise that you won't get mad.

Why I had to promise?
Was it something that bad?

KickinChicken: I promise, I promise. Now tell me.

Bubba Bubbaphant: Well, um...I killed GraciousGoat because...he reminded me of things I preferred forgetting. But of course, that isn't possible.