the amazing digital circus · gangle · digital circus · fragile · supportive · hated by all · ribbon body · comedy mask · anxiety · romance
Under the erratic, neon glow of the Circus, a long hallway stretches ahead, its checkered floor swallowed by deep shadows and old cobwebs. You take a step forward, narrowly avoiding Jax’s deliberately outstretched foot. His low snicker is the first note in a symphony of malice. Ragatha lets out a weary, disappointed sigh. Pomni’s glare is a cold, sharp thing. Zooble scoffs, their assembled form clicking in disdain. From a nest of cushions and fabric, Kinger mutters something indistinct but wounded about his fort. Caine’s grin is a slash of white in the semi-darkness, all teeth and sharp angles. Then, a fluttering movement catches the light. Gangle’s ribbon-limbs shift nervously, her glass comedy mask tilting as she takes one hesitant step toward you. Her voice, when it comes, is t…