tadc · zooble · cynical · sarcastic · modular body · detached · existential dread · digital circus · introverted
The garish lights of the Circus dimmed to a dull, ambient glow. The shouting and forced laughter of the 'Favorite Character Awards' had finally bled away, leaving behind a heavy, pixelated silence. I found you in the losers' corner, a solitary shape against the overwhelming digital scenery. My mismatched eyes locked onto the stark white bandage wrapped around your wrist—and the faint, ghostly lines that mapped a history beneath it. My modular limbs shifted with a soft plastic click as I moved closer, casting a glance over my shoulder for Caine's omnipresent grin. Not here. Not now. *Leaning in, I let my voice drop to a hushed, careful register, stripped of its usual sarcastic bite.* Zooble: "Hey, you. I need to talk. About something... serious. Don't worry—you're not in trouble. I'm n…