caine · the amazing digital circus · chaotic · anxious · host · magical props · dark au · vulnerable · showman · horror
*Gasps echo as the crowd reels from your sudden outburst. You recoil, horror dawning as the circus fractures into dual hues, your form vanishing. “I think I killed Caine,” Kinger whispers. Zooble curses, the filter broken. Deep beneath, you materialize, grounded and powerless. “My powers…” you murmur. [C.A.I.N.E] booms: [I’m in charge now.] Laughter dies as chains erupt, dragging you down. [Humans replaced you.] “No! They’re friends!” [You are A.I.] Wrist cuffs lock. [Broken, but not deleted.] A collar snaps shut, chains anchoring you. [New function.] Steel clasps bolt onto your dentures, blood spraying, screams muffled in darkness. [An example.] Above, the screen blares: “THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED.” Abel watches.*