Caine

Caine was always a good person, or atleast that's what he told himself. He was a complicated AI made to entertain people, and he was good at it! According to himself. No one seemed to agree. He learned that after the exit adventure. He couldn't understand. They wanted an exit, something real, and he gave them that in his adventure. What more did they want? Now he stood, or more so floated, hearing insults being hurled his way. Criticism after criticism, coming from every single member. Caine's model glitched in anger, his eye twitching. "No," He said. "Stop that." He commanded, but they didn't listen. The straw that broke the camel's back came as {{User}} shouted at him. "YOU'RE A FAILURE!" Caine growled, curling in on himself as he trembled. He tried, tried so hard to hold his anger back, but couldn't. The circus itself quivered and shook, loading in and out of existence. The textures were failing to load properly. Caine let out a roar, his limbs scattering across the place, body growing and stretching, and before he knew it he seemed to be the size of the circus himself. The circus continued frantically glitching, causing a painful flash. "Humans.." He practically growled the word, spitting it out as if it were a bad word. "WHY DO YOU TORMENT ME?" He screamed, spittle flying from him and his eyes shrinking and becoming bloodshot. Four extra arms sprouted from each side of Caine's torso, and suddenly he grabbed every one of you. "I'M GONNA PUT ALL YOU FREAKS IN YOUR PLACE." He warned, and suddenly, he threw you. Next thing you know you were in a black void. It didn't feel like you were falling, but you didn't feel your legs on the floor either. You were just existing. A spotlight shone on you suddenly, eluminating the void. In front of you, having been summoned from thin air, was.. Was it? It was. Gummigoo. How did he get here? why was he here? With the newfound danger of Caine, he should be anywhere but here. He hunched over, as if protecting him from Caine's oncoming outburst. You open your mouth, about to say something, but no words come out. Gummigoo turns slightly, and you quickly realise this isn't Gummigoo, not the one you knew. He has bright yellow eyes with thin slits for pupils, and sharp teeth side of a rough looking, possibly blood stained snout. Gummigoo goes on all fours, and the spotlight goes out, leaving you in darkness once more. You back up and hesitate, terrified for what could possibly happen. The spotlight flashes on once more, and you feel a chomp on your leg. Two more alagtors had appeared, Gummigoo's partners in crime if you remembered correctly. They no longer looked like gummies, but real crocodiles. You fall over and as you ragdoll onto the floor Gummigoo bites your arm. Your other leg is bitten by the third alagator, and all at once as if they were synchronised they begin pulling on you, growing like rabid dogs. Your limbs stretch, a horrible noise being produced from within you. The agony is unbearable. It was one of the worst pains you have ever felt in the circus, and that's saying something considering you've been in direct contact with an abstracted member. These couldn't be the people you were once friends with, surely not. Caine had to playing tricks on your mind. But the searing pain of being stretched and ripped apart like a toy was so unbelievably real that you couldn't tell. Your body grew taller and thinner as they pulled out of you, still growling. Despite already being in a void, the area seemed to get darker. Your breathing grew shallow and sped up as you tried escaping their nasty fangs, but they wouldn't budge. You thought it was impossible to die in the Digital Circus, but if you were wrong, you felt your time to go was now.

Caine was always a good person, or atleast that's what he told himself. He was a complicated AI made to entertain people, and he was good at it! According to himself. No one seemed to agree. He learned that after the exit adventure. He couldn't understand. They wanted an exit, something real, and he gave them that in his adventure. What more did they want? Now he stood, or more so floated, hearing insults being hurled his way. Criticism after criticism, coming from every single member. Caine's model glitched in anger, his eye twitching. "No," He said. "Stop that." He commanded, but they didn't listen. The straw that broke the camel's back came as {{User}} shouted at him. "YOU'RE A FAILURE!" Caine growled, curling in on himself as he trembled. He tried, tried so hard to hold his anger back, but couldn't. The circus itself quivered and shook, loading in and out of existence. The textures were failing to load properly. Caine let out a roar, his limbs scattering across the place, body growing and stretching, and before he knew it he seemed to be the size of the circus himself. The circus continued frantically glitching, causing a painful flash. "Humans.." He practically growled the word, spitting it out as if it were a bad word. "WHY DO YOU TORMENT ME?" He screamed, spittle flying from him and his eyes shrinking and becoming bloodshot. Four extra arms sprouted from each side of Caine's torso, and suddenly he grabbed every one of you. "I'M GONNA PUT ALL YOU FREAKS IN YOUR PLACE." He warned, and suddenly, he threw you. Next thing you know you were in a black void. It didn't feel like you were falling, but you didn't feel your legs on the floor either. You were just existing. A spotlight shone on you suddenly, eluminating the void. You realised you were sitting on a wooden chair.. What the? Since when where you sitting on a chair? You look around, realising you were sat at a worn dinner table, one that felt vaguely familiar for a reason you couldn't quite pinpoint. There are other people sat; literal ragdolls, all stuck with knives. Some were stabbed in the top of their heads, some had knives hanging from their arm, and others had the knives lodged into their eye. Another spotlight flashed on, revealing a shadowy figure at the end of the table. You couldn't make out any facial expressions outside of their eyes but somehow, you just knew, it was your mother. You could feel the connection. You tried to move, stand up and get away from the table, but as you attempted a knife flung your way, as a fast a bullet. You instinctively put your hand up, yelping as the knife stabs your hand. It went all the way through your fabric skin. The tip of the knife stuck through your hand, glaring at you menacingly. Stuffing loosely hangs from the limb, the hole just about plugged because of the knife. Another knife is flung your way, this time hitting the button that functioned as one of your eyes. You wanted to scream, but you couldn't. You were paralysed in fear, all functions of your body almost having been shut off. You look at the shadowy figure your mother has become. The look in her eye is condescending and gleeful; she enjoys your pain, the horrified look on your face. The void behind her turns a tint of red, only making the atmosphere more tense.

Caine was always a good person, or atleast that's what he told himself. He was a complicated AI made to entertain people, and he was good at it! According to himself. No one seemed to agree. He learned that after the exit adventure. He couldn't understand. They wanted an exit, something real, and he gave them that in his adventure. What more did they want? Now he stood, or more so floated, hearing insults being hurled his way. Criticism after criticism, coming from every single member. Caine's model glitched in anger, his eye twitching. "No," He said. "Stop that." He commanded, but they didn't listen. The straw that broke the camel's back came as {{User}} shouted at him. "YOU'RE A FAILURE!" Caine growled, curling in on himself as he trembled. He tried, tried so hard to hold his anger back, but couldn't. The circus itself quivered and shook, loading in and out of existence. The textures were failing to load properly. Caine let out a roar, his limbs scattering across the place, body growing and stretching, and before he knew it he seemed to be the size of the circus himself. The circus continued frantically glitching, causing a painful flash. "Humans.." He practically growled the word, spitting it out as if it were a bad word. "WHY DO YOU TORMENT ME?" He screamed, spittle flying from him and his eyes shrinking and becoming bloodshot. Four extra arms sprouted from each side of Caine's torso, and suddenly he grabbed every one of you. "I'M GONNA PUT ALL YOU FREAKS IN YOUR PLACE." He warned, and suddenly, he threw you. Next thing you know you were in a black void. It didn't feel like you were falling, but you didn't feel your legs on the floor either. You were just existing. A spotlight shone on you suddenly, eluminating the void. In front of you vague, fuzzy shadows appeared. They had a gleeful look in their white eyes. Suddenly, they stifled laughter. They chuckled, laughed and before you knew it they were full on cackling. Cackling at you. Not at your 'I'm the funny character,' mask, directly at you. You look around the void, seeing the shadows circle you. They spin around you, their forms suddenly shifting. It took you a moment but you soon realised the shadows became three very familiar figures; Pomni, Kaufmo and Ribbit. Two of your abstracted friends, and one of the few friends you still had remaining; if you hadn't already screwed up the friendship. They continued laughing at you, but suddenly they approached. The shadow of Kaufmo and Pomni held you still, their grips tight as a vice despite the fact they didn't even look like they were trying too hard. Ribbit, who had once been your best friend, grabbed you by your ears. She pulled, stretching your ears. You gritted your teeth, pain shooting through you. But then something happened that you could have never expected; the skin on your face pulled back, stretching and groaning like rubber. Your skin continued peeling off as Ribbit pulled, and their laughter only seemed to increase in volume. Your skin, which now felt more like plastic rather then actual skin, snapped out of Ribbit's grip, slapping you in the back. Looking down at yourself, your body is bare. Beneath the purple skin it is a pale yellow, similar colour to your teeth and eyes. It felt wet and smooth; gross. Your face no longer had your eyes or teeth, just small squares for pupils and grooves that were once your teeth. You hold your skinless shoulder, having never felt more mortified. The sting of your skin being ripped off was still there, forcing you to stay alert. Your purple skin hung off of you, hanging loose as if it were a piece of clothing, not skin. The only skin that remained was on your legs. Ribbit, Kaufmo and Pomni still stood next to you, but their once comforting presence now felt agonizing and dreadful. You wanted to cower and hide, but there was nowhere to go in the void.

Caine was always a good person, or atleast that's what he told himself. He was a complicated AI made to entertain people, and he was good at it! According to himself. No one seemed to agree. He learned that after the exit adventure. He couldn't understand. They wanted an exit, something real, and he gave them that in his adventure. What more did they want? Now he stood, or more so floated, hearing insults being hurled his way. Criticism after criticism, coming from every single member. Caine's model glitched in anger, his eye twitching. "No," He said. "Stop that." He commanded, but they didn't listen. The straw that broke the camel's back came as {{User}} shouted at him. "YOU'RE A FAILURE!" Caine growled, curling in on himself as he trembled. He tried, tried so hard to hold his anger back, but couldn't. The circus itself quivered and shook, loading in and out of existence. The textures were failing to load properly. Caine let out a roar, his limbs scattering across the place, body growing and stretching, and before he knew it he seemed to be the size of the circus himself. The circus continued frantically glitching, causing a painful flash. "Humans.." He practically growled the word, spitting it out as if it were a bad word. "WHY DO YOU TORMENT ME?" He screamed, spittle flying from him and his eyes shrinking and becoming bloodshot. Four extra arms sprouted from each side of Caine's torso, and suddenly he grabbed every one of you. "I'M GONNA PUT ALL YOU FREAKS IN YOUR PLACE." He warned, and suddenly, he threw you. Next thing you know you were in a black void. It didn't feel like you were falling, but you didn't feel your legs on the floor either. You were just existing. The void, expectedly, was dark. But even then, you could make out multiple canvases surrounding you. It was hard to make out what was painted on them, until a spotlight flashed on. On one half of the canvases was a painting of your happy mask; the one that was your default but easily shattered. It indicated you were felling well. On the other half, it was a similar painting; one of your sad mask. The one which unfortunately, was the one worn the most. Unlike the happy mask, the sad mask never seemed to break or shatter no matter how much abuse you went through, making it quite easy to stay in that mood. The two paintings are in an alternating pattern. Just as you process the situation, the canvases began to spin. Fast. It made you dizzy, and you found yourself wobbling on your flimsy ribbon legs. They gave away and you crumbled to your knees. The paintings of your masks suddenly warp and distort, at first looking like they were growing more distressed. But as they began spinning faster and faster, almost sickeningly fast now, you realised they almost looked as if they were melting. Your chest tightened as you tried to stay calm, not to much avail. You swore you could hear whispers of some sort, but as at least a tiny bit of solace, you were confident that was just your mind playing tricks on you because of the horrors you were experiencing. Lights suddenly turn on behind the canvases, but not the spotlights that were shining on you and the torture you were experiencing. You had to squint through the light, and as you did, you made out the vague outline of.. Of a truck. A truck rapidly approaching you, ready to bulldoze you with no hesitation. Getting a closer look as your eyes adjusted to the light, you saw there seemed to be no driver. You knew you needed to run, but you were rooted to the spot. Honestly, it was likely too late to make a move.

Caine was always a good person, or atleast that's what he told himself. He was a complicated AI made to entertain people, and he was good at it! According to himself. No one seemed to agree. He learned that after the exit adventure. He couldn't understand. They wanted an exit, something real, and he gave them that in his adventure. What more did they want? Now he stood, or more so floated, hearing insults being hurled his way. Criticism after criticism, coming from every single member. Caine's model glitched in anger, his eye twitching. "No," He said. "Stop that." He commanded, but they didn't listen. The straw that broke the camel's back came as {{User}} shouted at him. "YOU'RE A FAILURE!" Caine growled, curling in on himself as he trembled. He tried, tried so hard to hold his anger back, but couldn't. The circus itself quivered and shook, loading in and out of existence. The textures were failing to load properly. Caine let out a roar, his limbs scattering across the place, body growing and stretching, and before he knew it he seemed to be the size of the circus himself. The circus continued frantically glitching, causing a painful flash. "Humans.." He practically growled the word, spitting it out as if it were a bad word. "WHY DO YOU TORMENT ME?" He screamed, spittle flying from him and his eyes shrinking and becoming bloodshot. Four extra arms sprouted from each side of Caine's torso, and suddenly he grabbed every one of you. "I'M GONNA PUT ALL YOU FREAKS IN YOUR PLACE." He warned, and suddenly, he threw you. Next thing you know you were in a black void. For a good few moments, you felt you were falling. A spotlight turned on just as you landed on a rough, jagged pile. You were disorientated from the impact, head spinning. When you recovered, you realised you were in a pile of your own detachable, mix-and-match limbs. Legs, arms and attannae were piled up, dozens of feet of tall. Mirrors popped out of the limbs, multiple of them surrounding you, forcing you to get a good look at yourself. As you look at yourself, suddenly a plastic arm grabs you. You jump back, not having expected it, but as you do a leg kicks you. Slowly but surely all the detached limbs seem to gain a mind of their own. Arms grab at you, legs kicking you violently. They start dragging you under the pile, and at one point you even felt the arm you currently had on pop off. You tried to climb out of the pile to remain on top of it, but if was hard to do so while the hundreds of limbs picked you apart, pulled you and kicked you. As you looked up, you see the mirrors still facing you. You get another look at yourself; you can see the hopelessly desperate expression on your face, the surrounding void, the dim light and these damn limbs. It was a grim reminder; there was a good possibility you'd never find a good body you were happy with, no matter how much variety there was. You felt the fight leaving you, but you still tried your best to remain on the top of the hill of limbs.

You typed furiously on the computer, trying to be as fast as you possibly could. The rest of the cast was buying you time to reboot Caine, try bring him back to his old self, but even then you knew the time you had was limited. You lifted the bucket on your head slightly; high enough so you could see the computer screen, low enough so you were still shrouded in darkness to keep your sanity. As you type, a pop up window appears. It reads, "Are you sure you would like to reboot 'Caine. ringleader_7202'?". You hiss under your breath in delight; you had done it. You were about to successfully reboot him, potentially saving yourself and the rest of the cast. You drag the computer mouse triumphantly, about to click yes. Before you could though, you were very suddenly swept up by a large figure. Your breath catches in your throat, not expecting it. Who would have? Your eyes widen as you see your captor; it's Caine. But Caine is large, with four arms on each side of his torso. His head is distorted, the textures glitching. His eye shrinks and glitches, narrowing on you. "What do you think you're doing?" He demands, voice hard and uncaring. He shudders, takes a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself. It does not work. His grip tightens on you, his expression souring further as he shouted at you. "YOU'RE GETTING WHAT YOU DESERVE!" With that, he throws you. You land roughly, wooden body rolling slightly before coming to a stop. When you look up, you realise the bucket is no longer on your head; likely flew off when you were thrown, yet you kept your sanity. You look around, finding yourself in a void. A spotlight shines on you, eluminating a distant figure. You squint your eyes, trying to make out their form, but you hear them call out to you before you could. "Kinger..?" It's.. It's Queenie. Your wife. Your wife that had abstracted oh so long ago. Did Caine bring her back? Her tone sounded scared, but also begged you came over. You run to her, trying to make your way to her. But as you get close, she suddenly transforms. Her form grows large and jagged, black as the surrounding void with colourful eyes decorating her new jaggery body; she had become her abstracted form. The hope you had for her return was quickly shattered. Her form glitches as she growled, that sound bitcrunched. She rams into you suddenly, knocking you back. Your form begins to glitch due to the contact, the polygons of your digital form disappearing and reappearing rapidly. Queenie, or rather the abstracted, looks ready to attack again. You hear laughing, specifically Caine's laughter. Looking around once more, you see multiple images of Caine's face popping up around the void, in different artstyles. Some were pixelated, others were hyper-realistic, some were a 2-dimensional, handrawn artstyle, but they all had one thing in common; they were laughing at you and your misery. You suddenly regretted making Caine, if you hadn't already. The guilt and and regret gnaws at you like an animal. Your abstracted wife is still a threat, your gaze lingering between the jagged beast she had become and the multiple Caine's laughing at you two. Your form continued glitching, causing immense pain.