Jessa spent an hour lingering outside the Shazzle Realm before actually entering it. The trauma from all those years ago came back to her like a tidal wave, resulting in a panic attack. But she managed to get over it (or not let it bother her at least) before walking to her old home. Jessa had already turned herself invisible beforehand, so nobody saw her. Jessa hadn't realized how much time had passed since she had last been here, and that was only to kill a few shazzles. Jessa didn't dare dwell on that memory too much and she kept walking until she arrived. The little house that she spent her childhood in had gone to China since the death of her parents, and nobody else had bothered to maintain it. This didn't surprise Jessa at all. Being as quiet as she could, she opened the door, dust flying everywhere and long-forgotten belongings scattered about.
"I hope mom didn't hide it in a place that would take all day for me to find," Jessa whispered to herself.
Though she knew in the back of her mind that it was unlikely. Jessa hated this, as she wanted to just grab the diary and go back to Fraggle Rock. Back to Boober and everyone else. Back to home.
Jessa took a moment to take in the surroundings, somewhat saddened at what her old residence had become. But the sound of shazzles flying overhead reminded Jessa to use her X-ray vision to locate what she was looking for. Jessa couldn't use her element-bending abilities as it would draw too much attention. She had to be sneaky and silent. Luckily, it didn't take her very long to find her mom's diary, and Jessa took and and began power walking out of there. Before she could even exit the Shazzle Realm, something caught her eye. It was a tombstone decorated with beautiful flowers of all kinds. Everything from roses to morning glories to daffodils. Despite her desire to get out of there, Jessa couldn't help but walk towards the grave.
"I wonder who was so honored to have such a beautiful grave," she thought.
Compared to this one, the other headstones looked dull. Jessa crept closer, careful to not utter so much as a hum. Nobody else seemed to be visiting the graveyard at this time, but Jessa wasn't going to risk exposing herself. But despite the grave's beauty, the name on it was what angered Jessa. Zal! The very shazzle who bullied her and made her life a living hell all these years. The ring leader in most of her misfortune. Jessa hadn't realized that she had begun fire-bending and destroying Zal's grave. She didn't care how pretty it was, the person lying under it was hideous on the inside. A wretched evil soul. Jessa obliterated Zal's headstone out of fury before teleporting elsewhere, her rational thinking absent for the time being.
"Zal gets a pretty grave, but my parents don't even get a proper burial?!" Jessa vented to no one. "He should be the one without so much as a grave, much less a single flower! No amount of flora can erase what he put me through in his lifetime!"
Jessa's powers exploded while she raged and punched the walls of the Terrible Tunnel.
"Shazzles suck! I hate them all!"
Jessa's fire-bending reached its peak at this point, and no more words could express her wrath. From this point on, she began screaming, punching, and kicking anything near her. Jessa was going to do this until she ran out of energy and until her voice gave out. She had to get it out of her system before returning to Fraggle Rock.
Boober washed the last of whatever dirty clothes he had, but he felt sore. Not physically, but sore about his outburst from earlier. He wished he hadn't yelled at Gobo about Jessa going to the Shazzle Realm. But beyond that, Boober felt as if he hadn't given his girlfriend enough credit. Here he was, dating this baddie, and what was his response to whatever danger threatened Fraggle Rock? Be scared for her safety. Even though this was justifiable to an extent, Boober had yet to praise Jessa for the things she had done.
"I hope she's okay," he thought to himself out of habit.
But it had been two hours since Jessa teleported to the Shazzle Realm, and if Jessa was dead, then he had every right to be angry at Gobo for letting her do this. Boober got up and emptied his washtub when a pair of familiar footsteps approached him.
"Boober?"
Boober froze and almost cried, not even realizing that he ran to hug Jessa tightly, who was initially startled but returned his hug. Jessa's heart broke upon hearing his sobs.
"Worrying about me again, hon?"
"That among other things," Boober admitted after calming down.
Jessa's voice was hoarse from all the screaming she did, and her muscles were sore. But the rage was gone and all that was left was sorrow. Jessa then took Boober's hand and squeezed it, a gesture he found comforting.
"I meant to come back much sooner, but something happened."
"What happened, Sugar Lips?" He asked softly while holding her.
Jessa didn't know how to express her situation verbally, so she shared the memory with Boober.
"That person was an old nemesis of mine. He was the son of the Supreme Lord and Lady," she explained once Boober got a good glimpse of the memory.
"How did he die?"
Jessa didn't answer, which Boober found worrying.
"Jessa, you didn't, did you?"
"I was dreading this talk. But I guess I can't keep everything a secret, especially since Gobo is now invested in our family tree."
Jessa let go of Boober and began walking out, but Boober stopped her.
"Wait, Jessa?"
Jessa turned and looked solemnly at Boober.
"How horrible was that person to you?"
Jessa was surprised that Boober didn't shun her for her actions and stood there dumbfounded. Upon seeing her expression, Boober walked closer and held her hands, caressing them with his thumbs.
"I killed somebody 6 years ago, and this is how you respond?" Jessa couldn't help but ask.
"From what you told me so far, shazzles have a violent nature. But in your case, it must have been perilous if you had to end somebody's life."
Jessa looked at Boober blankly, but her chest tightened.
"I don't feel remorse for what I did, and I hate that I have to tell you this. But sometimes you can't feel guilt for murdering those who made your life their own playground for sadistic torment."
Boober kissed her cheek softly, and Jessa began sharing the memories of Zal, his parents, and the rest of the shazzles tormenting Jessa, all in chronological order. Jessa even included the memory of her finally killing Zal during her first Bloodlust.
"That bad, huh?"
Jessa nodded.
"Now you get the picture."
Boober found the memories unsettling and gruesome, but he didn't let go of Jessa.
"Shazzles get Bloodlust when something traumatic happens in their life. I got my first Bloodlust after my parents died."
"Is that why you looked so jagged in the last memory?"
Jessa nodded again.
"So if something were to happen to me or Gobo, you would get Bloodlust?"
"Without another doubt. That's how Shazzle Bloodlust works. If someone takes someone you love and care about away from you, you become an angry psychopath."
"Jessa, promise me you will never be mad about my death, whenever that will be."
"Easier said than done, Boober. Once you get Bloodlust, it doesn't go away. Not until you kill the murderer of your loved one."
"So this only applies to when people are killed? Bloodlust doesn't come if it's a natural death or something like that?"
"No. We still grieve, but if no murder or foul play was involved, the Bloodlust won't manifest."
Boober sighed, inhaling the scent of shampoo on Jessa's fur.
"But as long as I'm alive Boober, I'll do what I came to keep you from getting murdered."
Jessa held him close and Boober blushed.
"I promise, babe."
As a thank you, Boober kissed her passionately on the cheek, making Jessa smile and chuckled at last.