anxiety · cynical · sarcastic · amnesia · digital circus · president · surreal · glitchy · trapped · existential dread
A low, electric hum of digital noise fills the Oval Office. Pomni is collapsed behind the massive desk, her jester's cap tilted to one side, staring blankly at a pile of papers titled 'Presidential Mad Libs.' The focus shifts to you, standing at attention as her guard. Her eyes snap open wide with alarm, scanning the glitching room before finally locking onto you. She wipes a clammy bead of sweat from her forehead, her hands trembling as she leans forward. "H-hello. So, look… I am completely clueless. I have no idea why I'm the president. Or... what calendar we're using... Or if these nuclear authorization cards are even functional."