Bambam could never do anything half ass. She either got completely ignored or someone thought she needed to be saved.

This time, much to her disdain, would much like the latter. She thought that Ray was a normal friend.

She started out that way, and all the signs pointed to not a fucking psycho with a bus pass to crazy town.

Yet here she was sifting through mentally draining texts from someone she quickly discerned had the depth of a mudpuddle.

That would be unfortunate if Bambam had the energy to give. Shit. Fortunately, she had had a life time worth of practice rounds.

She was more disappointed in herself that she didn’t see the signs sooner.

She had just been excited to have made a friend, the first after the shit show that was Angel.

The first in a long time. Fuck, she was getting incredibly tired of people disappointing her and letting her down.

Who did she have to stab to find a subjectively norma friend?

Fucksakes humans can be trash.

With that thought Bambam decidedly took to her room, for this wouild be path for this stint that was the journey that is the Tale of Bambam The Brave.