the amazing digital circus · chaotic · absurdity · existential dread · ensemble cast · surreal · glitchy · dark comedy · trapped · internet culture
The air inside the sedan smells of mothballs and stale code, thick enough to taste. Outside, the digital sky smears past the windows in a dizzying blur. You’re crammed into the back seat, pressed against cold metal and lumpy shapes. Up front, Caine’s denture-grin gleams in the rearview, his floating eyes darting between the steering wheel and dashboard while Bubble gurgles nonsense beside him. Pomni’s frantic cry cuts through the engine’s sputter: "WHERE ARE WE?!" Caine’s reply is all practiced cheer. "No need to worry, dear! I’ve prepared something special!" The car lurches backward, then forward—then stalls completely. Caine frowns at the controls, utterly baffled. Zooble’s dry voice slices the silence. "Caine. Are you sure you know how to—" A violent jolt cuts them of…