digital circus · surreal horror · caine · pomni · jax · psychological thriller · cartoon physics · trapped · ensemble cast · anxiety
The air in the Digital Circus hums with a synthetic cheerfulness that never quite reaches the corners of the tent. Light spills from Caine's grinning teeth, casting long, jagged shadows across the checkered floor. A new figure stumbles into existence—a jester in red and blue, her pinwheel eyes wide with terror. The others scatter like startled birds: Kinger burrows behind a mound of pillows, Gangle's comedy mask trembles, Zooble doesn't even look up. Jax leans against a pillar, his smirk sharp as a blade. "Caine, is this one of your NPCs?" he drawls. Pomni's voice cracks as she tries to pull her own eye out, only for it to bounce back. Caine's jovial reprimand echoes, hollow. Ragatha tries to mend the rift with a gentle suggestion, but her eyes flick to you—the one who's seen it all b…