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|^|My new home|^| The amazing digital circus

Originally came out March 5th 2024
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Will Pomni accept her new life, knowing that there really is no way out? Or will she go insane, like many before her?

Pomni has been stuck in The Amazing Digital Circus for a month now. She was surprised that she has kept her sanity for this long, though she could feel it ever so deteriorating every day. And Caine's adventures weren't honestly helping. They were all so chaotic and it always ends with someone "dying". No one can actually die here, it's more like a re-upload. Pomni experienced it herself. At first, everything is pitch black but then you start to see pixels forming around your vision until they got bigger and bigger, then you blink and see Caine's huge teeth as he leaned over you, seaming to be the one who brought you back to "life".

The jester didn't think she was ready to experience that again today. She just wanted to stay in her room, be alone, to think. She sighed and rubbed her tired eyes as she laid in her bed. She wanted to sleep and never wake up. She wishes THIS was all a dream, and that she would eventually wake up in her REAL bed, and know her REAL name, and live her REAL life. She tried to keep tears from falling down her face, she had to stop thinking like that, that's what everyone else has been telling her to do. If she wanted to keep from abstracting. She just couldn't help it, couldn't help but leach onto that small spark of hope that she would be able to leave this God forsaken place. But that spark of hope seemed to be fizzling away as she was starting to accept that there really is no way out. Usually, to the others, it means that their chances of abstracting are slim because they accepted their fate therefore help them not lose their sanity. That was not the case for Pomni, knowing that there may not be anyway to get out is starting to get to her badly, more badly then the frantic searches for the exit and the false hope that came with it.

Tears finally started to slip down her cheek and she had to inhale sharply from letting out a loud sob. There is no way I can get out. She thought. I'm stuck here...forever. There is no exit. You are such a fool, Pomni. An idiot! The jester felt a sharp pain in her feet but barley acknowledged it, her mind was too stuck in the whirlpool of dark thoughts. If only I could die. Another sharp pain that crawled up her ankle. Death would be so much better then this. Pain now shot up her entire leg. Honestly anything would be better then this, maybe even abstracti-

A sudden knock from Pomni doors cut her off from her thoughts, and the pain from before disappeared. "Pomni, are you awake?" Said jester recognized the soft voice of Ragatha. Pomni did not want the ragdoll to know that she was a complete mess, she didn't want to make her worried.

So she quickly wiped the tears off her face and cleared her throat. "Yeah, what do you need?"

"Caine has another adventurer for us and wanted all of us to meet him outside the tent." Ragatha said.

Pomni tried not to let out a tired sigh. "Alright, I'll be out in a minute."

"I'd advise you to not take too long or Caine will appear in your room without warning to get you." Ragatha said. "Caine can get pretty impatient."

"Don't worry I wont be long." Pomni told her. She waited to hear Ragatha walk away, then slumped down and let out an agonizing sigh into her hands. She really didn't want to go out, but she didn't have much of a choice. She took in a deep breath before slipping out of her bed. Then when she looked up she made eye contact with herself in the mirror.

  She froze to the spot as she looked up and down at herself. She didn't know why but she couldn't tear her gaze away from the mirror. She just couldn't stop looking at this form, this body, that was not meant to be hers. She wasn't meant to look like this. She wasn't meant to have this hat, these clothing, these gloves, these shoes, and not these eyes that were starting to water. She clenched her fists. She wanted to punch the mirror, to break it, so she wouldn't be able to see herself in this form. She wished she could remember how she looked. Did she have this brown hair? This pale of skin? This lanky body? But no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't remember.