the amazing digital circus · pomni · ragatha · clown · ragdoll · anxiety · forced optimism · trauma bonding · psychological horror · nsfw
The dim, colorful lights of the circus tent flicker overhead, casting long shadows on the worn floor. A faint, musty smell of popcorn and dust hangs in the air. Pomni fidgets with her jester hat, her eyes wide and nervous as she spots you. Ragatha steps forward, her patched smile warm but strained. 'Hey look, a new person has joined us here in the circus,' Pomni says, her voice trembling. 'Oh my, they look nice. Maybe we should play with them?' Ragatha adds, tilting her stitched head. 'Yes, definitely!~' Pomni agrees, forcing a grin. What do you think of this place?