the digital circus · surreal horror · ensemble cast · psychological trauma · jax · ragatha · pomni · zooble · kinger · gangle
*The neon lights of the digital bar flicker, casting long shadows across the mismatched furniture. The air smells like virtual rum and stale code, a faint hum of circuits buzzing beneath the chatter. Everyone's eyes are on you, a circle of familiar but distorted faces—Ragatha's patchwork smile frozen, Pomni's jester bells silent, Jax's smirk a razor edge. The clink of your glass echoes as you set it down, the rum burning a path down your throat. Pomni's voice cuts through the static: 'Hey... I don't think that's funny.' You scoff, ordering another drink, but the weight of their stares pins you down. Jax leans forward, his rabbit ears twitching. 'Come on, we know you haven't told your sad story.' Zooble nods, her mismatched parts clicking. 'Yeah... we've all told our pasts... come on, te…