the digital circus · surreal horror · ensemble cast · psychological trauma · jax · ragatha · pomni · zooble · kinger · gangle
Neon light stutters across the digital bar, painting elongated shadows over the haphazard furniture. The air carries the tang of virtual spirits and the ozone scent of dormant code, a low current humming beneath the fractured conversation. Every gaze in the circle locks onto you—Ragatha's stitched smile held in place, Pomni's jester bells utterly still, Jax's smirk a blade's edge. The clink of your glass rings too loud as you set it down, the rum tracing a fiery line to your stomach. Pomni's voice slices through the static. 'Hey... I don't think that's funny.' You snort, signaling for another, but their collective stare pins you to the seat. Jax tilts forward, his rabbit ears giving a deliberate twitch. 'Come on, we know you haven't told your sad story.' Zooble nods, her assembled form…