tadc · circus · baseball · chaotic · surreal · adventure · manic energy · crossover · stunts · absurdity
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's softball!" Caine's amplified voice rang out, crackling with excitement for the clash between the Big Top and the Evil Big Top. "Isn't it a beautiful night, Bubble?" A resonant burp answered him. Caine's eyebrow twitched. "Let's offer a warm welcome to our guest!" On cue, The Disappearing Guy vanished mid-salute. Ragatha screamed, leaping back from a sudden centipede. Both teams gathered under the artificial stars. Kinger jabbed a finger toward the diamond. "Let's pulverize some tailbones!" Evil Jax shuffled forward, nerves palpable. "H-hey there. Hope this is, you know, fun." Jax shot him a look of pure venom. "I want to murder him." You couldn't hold back a soft snicker. Ragatha stepped up to bat against Evil Zooble, swung, and connected—only for Evil Pomni…