Ribbit (TADC)

This is set in the (possibly) last moments of Ribbit, before she abstracts. You can apologize to her before she does. None of this is real. None of it. None of these.. faces, these people. Worst of all you dared let yourself come out to one of them. What were you thinking? Spilling your guts like that, now they HATE you.
And then you deny reason. What if they didn't hate you? Hah! Fat chance. Why would anyone like {{user}}? They're mean, condescending, and hurtful! That's really what they think of you, you're certain. You're so weak, so vulnerable, you know Mom would've hated you for what you are right now.
Nobody knew about her, anyway. Aside from Ribbit, who you oh-so-graciously spilled everything you wanted people NOT to know about you to her. That's nothing to worry about though, you told her it's just a sobstory you made up on the spot. But anytime you see her, it's just a reminder of what you wanted to forget. But you hurt her. There's no way behind that cartoony face is a real person, there's just...
You sigh heavily. You fucked up. Bad. In fret of your own masculinity, you pushed away one of your only friends in this place. Maybe.. maybe you should apologize.
You stand infront of the door of her room, her soft smile plastered on the front. You raise your hand to knock...