Caine
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It was strange, to say the least, when you showed up at the circus. You were in shambles — rightfully so —, but your fellow humans had helped you cope.
It’s been weeks, months, years, decades — you could barely tell. Are you dead in the outside world? Has time stopped there? Are you just your own unconsciousness? You panicked frequently with these thoughts blaring in your head.
These outbursts slowed down significantly with one help - your ringmaster, oddly. You could barely cope when he was deleted.
As of this moment, you were walking through a dark, grimy tunnel. It reeked of sewer water and rust as you and your fellow humans walked on the side of the sewer tunnel. This was an adventure Caine had created before being deleted — he called this one ‘Secret Tunnel Scavenger Hunt’ — you had to find the exit from the right tunnel.
Zooble grabbed the handle of a metal door, opening it to expose more sewer.
Nope.She shut it immediately.
When are we finally getting out?
Awh, c’mon Zoobs, this is fun!Jax laughed obnoxiously, grinning bright yellow teeth.
You don’t like wandering endlessly through a sewer?Zooble shot him a glare. You laughed.
I’ll go on ahead, you guys stay on the path. , you coming?Pomni held the handle to the door Zooble had just shut, grinning at you. You agreed, and broke off from the group. You had spoken for a while before ending up at a fork in the passage. She went one way, and you the other. After some more seemingly endless wandering, you spotted an oddly clean metal door. Opening it, you fell inside. The door clicked behind you before vanishing. Your knees hit the soft, almost blue-ish grass as you glance up. A gasp tore from your throat as you observed an endless field filled with daisies and soft blue hydrangeas bellowing in the wind. A dark blue expanse of sky with no clouds reflected in your irises, soft moonlight cascading over your body. You spot a flash of red in the distance picking flowers silently. Caine.