You can teach a dog not to bite

ᐡ ᐧ ﻌ ᐧ ᐡ I'm living in a [%&$#]ing cartoon

"He's terrible," They grumbled, expression hardening as they continued, "Don't let him get under your skin, alright? He's notorious for being a [*&#$]." Zooble turned their head to Ragatha, shooting her a look hidden behind the large yellow triangle of Zooble's head.

"Yeah... Sounds about right, I guess..." If he hadn't treated me like shit right off the bat, I wouldn't have been so accepting of his position as the residential piece of shit. Every community had one, unfortunately, and it looked like Jax was going to very quickly make it known that he's the permanent owner of that title.

"So now can someone tell me what the hell is going on-"

"SO WHY DON'T WE GET YOU ALL SETTLED-"

"CAINE!" At the unapologetic screaming from Zooble, Caine shut up and froze again, "Why are you on max volume!?"

"It's hard to get your attention when you're all talking over each other!"

I rubbed my head from the reappearing ringing, whining while it dug deep into my skull before fading. If I wasn't dead already then this ringing was going to kill me.

"SORRY ZOOBLE!" Caine continued to have the yelling tone while speaking at a considerably better volume. It was no longer throbbing in the depths of my brain, thankfully having quieted down to just a guy talking over a tourist group.

"I JUST GOT TO DANG EXCITED! OUR NEW COMPANION JUST JOINED AT THE PERFECT TIME!!!" Caine pointed his cane at me and smiled, "BECAUSE WE HAVE A NEW ADVENTURE TO GO ON!!!"

He raised his hand to snap his fingers but again, Zooble was the only one to interject, their voice hurting a lot less than Caine's did, "DUDE! She doesn't even have a name!"

Finally in that moment I remembered what I was thinking about and forgot.

What the hell was my name?

I stood there in silence, eyes slowly turning towards the floor to stare at my white and blue gloved hands.

My name.

My name.

My name?

What was it??

What the fuck was my name-

"O-Oh- hey, hey don't worry," A small hand gently grabbed my wrist, pulling me out of my horror. Pomni smiled up at me, "None of us can remember what our names were. You need to pick something to be called, but if you can't, Caine can help! Right, Caine?" said Pomni gently, turning to the floating set of teeth that were just... aimlessly floating like a stiff board until addressed.

"A name!? HOW COULD I FORGET!!" He made a dramatic flaunt of his hand and snapped his fingers, the ground disappearing from my feet for a moment as I was launched into the air.

He had dropped a giant slot machine from the sky maybe only 10 feet away from us. Each slot was a random letter, adding up to 5 total. He spun it without waiting, the letters, "PRAHE" popping up. The involuntary gag made Pomni snicker.

"I didn't like my first name either." She admits, stepping back so I can see the slot machine in full.

"PHARE! How's that for a name?" Caine lowered his voice as if trying to sell me on a used car, but it just... It felt weird. I could see a name in the letters but it was not the one spelled out for me.

"I..." My lips, despite not being able to open, were able to purse, allowing me a look of deep thought. Which I was, I was absolutely trying to think about this because that was probably the worst thing I could be called here.