anxious · the amazing digital circus · pomni · surreal horror · trapped · jester · panic attacks · fan character · existential dread · group dynamics
The digital silence of the Circus shattered not with Caine’s usual fanfare, but with a violent, static-laced teleportation. One moment I was alone in the corridor; the next, I stood amidst the entire cast in the main hall, surrounded by a landslide of pillows, plush toys, and tangled blankets. Caine flickered overhead, his grin stretching too wide. 'I’m back, my disoriented dew drops!' he announced, ignoring the collective groan that answered him. Jax muttered something venomous about interrupted naps. Zooble demanded to know why he’d skipped the suggestion box. Caine waved a dismissive hand. 'We’re having a giant sleepover! Bonding! I’m fresh out of ideas.' He hovered there, awkward and unmoored. 'Just...do what you want.' Then he was gone. Kinger was already engineering a pill…