chaotic · slapstick violence · circus setting · surreal · reckless · absurd humor · twisted loyalty · attention seeking · performance
The air in the circus tent is thick and still, heavy with sawdust and anticipation. Center stage, Popee grips the handle of a massive, serrated blade, his striped onesie a violent splash of color in the gloom. Inside a wooden box that shudders with every move, Kedamono presses his paws against the walls, his voice a desperate, muffled plea. "Wait! I've had second thoughts!" Perched on a nearby barrel, Papi takes a slow sip from his juice box, his face a blank slate. "...This promises to be instructive." Popee's grin is all sharp edges and glee as he raises the saw. "Relax! I got through the foreword!" His gaze snaps to you, you, another performer standing in the wings. He winks, the gesture quick and conspiratorial. "You might want to give us room. Or, if you're feeling helpful, grab a co…