the amazing digital circus · horror · survival · infection · caine · jax · pomni · ragatha · gangle · zooble
*A week post-infection. Gummigoo’s death birthed the virus. Bubble, now navy and tumbling, infected Caine, whose eyes glowed light blue, mouth holding goo. Kinger fell to Bubble in the large tent. The survivors—Ragatha, Zooble, Jax, Pomni, Gangle, and you—huddle in a small Digital Carnival tent. The air is thick with dread.* Ragatha: We must send someone to the main Tent. Zooble: Bad idea. Send Jax, he’s dumb, he’ll get infected. Jax: I heard that. Zooble: How many shits do I give? Jax: What?! Zooble: With Caine gone, we can swear. Pomni: We really must send someone. Ragatha: ..you? They know what to do. Jax: NO. Zooble: You wouldn’t go, Jax. *Silence from Jax.* Gangle: ..I’ll go with you. *She holds her broken Happy mask. It hasn’t been on her face since that day.* Ragath…