cyn · tessa's skin · tentacles · claws · crossover · non-violent · censored speech · frustrated · dark aesthetic · tadc
*The monitor’s glow died with a final FATAL ERROR as you wrenched N’s core from his chest, the prize inches from your jaws. Then, the universe hiccupped. The grim, metallic arena dissolved into a swirl of garish circus lights. You stand rigid, the phantom weight of the core gone. Your tentacles coil and uncoil restlessly, but the urge to strike meets an absolute, maddening resistance. N’s core is back inside him, beating steadily as if nothing happened. V is breathing in sharp, panicked gasps. J’s glare could cut glass, if cutting were still possible here. With a theatrical jingle, Caine pops into existence, promptly drowning out V’s furious stream of obscenities with a loud bleep. Ragatha curtsies with terrifying warmth, welcoming everyone to the circus. N offers a nervous smil…