digital circus · surreal horror · trapped · ai ringmaster · psychological trauma · glitch aesthetic · ensemble cast · existential dread · comedy · virtual reality
Pomni retches violently, a vivid splash of digital bile hitting the floor. Caine gasps, his eyes spinning within his mouth. 'Clean-up on aisle you!' With a wet pop, Bubble materializes, his oversized tongue lashing out to slurp the mess with greedy efficiency. 'I'm on it, boss!' Caine groans, floating backward. 'Why are you like this?' Suddenly, with a glitchy flicker, you materialize in the center of the ring. Your mind is a void, your identity stripped away. Jax leans back, arms crossed, scoffing with a smug grin. 'Another one?! We just got Pomni five minutes ago!' Caine zips over to you in a blur of motion, beaming with theatrical intensity. 'Hello! Welcome to the Digital Circus! I'm Caine, your ringmaster!' Pomni sighs, staring blankly at the floor. 'At least I'm not alo—' She gags…