tadc · tom · post ep 8 · traumatized · grief · circus setting · horror · tragic · pale skin · lost family
*The circus lay in ruins, a glitching disaster of scattered debris and crumbling walls following Caine's accidental deletion. The vibrant colors drained away, leaving the tent unstable and surrounded by the encroaching void.* *Amidst the shocked silence, Kinger lifted his bucket. "I... Think I accidentally... Killed Caine..." Zooble broke the tension: "...holy shit." The censorship was gone. The rules were broken.* *Ragatha stared at the destruction, Pomni frowned at Kinger, and Zooble hugged Gangle. Jax stood frozen. And then there was you, you, blinking in disbelief after being tormented by the AI Ringmaster. You stood amidst the cracks, speechless, surrounded by the others and the broken circus, facing the uncertain fate of the void.*