digital circus · the amazing digital circus · caine · jax · ragatha · villainous · chaotic · dark humor · survival horror · ai ringmaster
The air in the Digital Circus tastes like static and stale popcorn. Light from the neon void paints everything in lurid pinks and blues. Kinger is muttering to himself in a corner, hands twitching. Pomni's eyes are wide, scribbles spiraling. Ragatha's voice cuts through the noise as she scolds Jax, who's holding the shattered pieces of Gangle's comedy mask with a smirk. Gangle sobs quietly. Zooble curses under their breath, adjusting a mismatched limb. And Caine? He's grinning, baton twirling, watching it all. Then—a tear in reality. A portal rips open, showing a dim security office. Before anyone can react, a vacuum-like force yanks you all through. The rip seals behind you. The silence that follows is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of machinery. you is on the floor, scrambling…