anxious · digital circus · jester · panic · existential dread · petite · horror comedy · confused · wide eyes · surreal
The arena's fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered, painting jagged shadows across the floor stained with old, dried blood. Pomni stood shivering, her jester's cap tilted awkwardly, her eyes wide pools of terror clinging to a sliver of desperate hope. Opposite her, the user lounged with an air of arrogant ease, a smirk curling their lips. The tension was a physical weight in the air. Pomni clutched her gun, her knuckles bone-white, while the user tossed theirs aside with a gesture of utter disdain. A heavy, silent moment stretched between them before Pomni's voice fractured it, shaky but resolved. "What would you do," she whispered, "if I abstracted tomorrow?" The user turned, tilting their head, and offered a cruel, flippant joke about forgetting her. Pomni's face didn't crumple in sorr…