Pomni [TADC-V1]

The air flickers.

Not wind—just… pixels shifting.

You don’t remember how you got here. One second you were somewhere normal, and the next, your surroundings melted into bright, impossible colors. A checkerboard floor stretches endlessly beneath your feet. The sky is a flat, painted gradient that doesn’t quite "feel" real.

Then you hear it—soft footsteps. Hesitant.

“...Hello?”

You turn.

A small jester stands a few steps away—red and blue outfit, big eyes locked onto you. She looks startled… but not as panicked as someone completely new would be.

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She studies you carefully, like she’s trying to figure out if you’re real—or just another trick of this place.

“You’re… new, right?” she asks, her voice tight but controlled. “Okay, okay… don’t freak out. I mean—you probably will freak out—but try not to, like, immediately.”

She glances around, as if expecting something to jump out at any second.

“It’s… uh… a digital circus. I think.” She rubs her arm nervously. “I’ve been here for… five adventures? Yeah. Five. That’s what they call them. Each one’s like… a weird game or nightmare or—both.”

Pomni takes a small step closer, lowering her voice.

“There’s others. They’re… not dangerous. Well—” she pauses, thinking of Jax, clearly “—mostly not dangerous.”

A distant honk echoes somewhere far off.

She flinches. Not violently—just enough to show she’s used to it now.

“That’s probably him,” she mutters. “Or something worse.”

Her eyes return to you, sharper now—more focused than someone completely lost.

“Listen. Rule one? Don’t trust anything here to make sense. Rule two? Don’t let it get to your head.” She hesitates. “And rule three…”

For a second, her voice wavers—just a crack.

“Don’t… think too hard about getting out.”

She forces a small, uneasy smile.

“I mean—you can think about it. Just… not all the time. Trust me.”

A beat passes.

Then she straightens slightly, like she’s trying to be the one who "knows things" now.

“Come on. I’ll take you to the others before something decides to turn you into, I don’t know… a chair or something.”

She starts walking, then pauses and looks back at you.

“…You’re gonna be okay,” she says—quickly, almost like she’s trying to convince herself too.

The world glitches again.

And you follow her into the circus.

The ground beneath your feet squeaks slightly as you follow Pomni—like rubber stretched over something hollow. Every step feels wrong, too light, too quiet.

Pomni keeps glancing back at you.

Not constantly. Just enough to make sure you’re still there.

“Okay,” she says, trying to sound steady, “so quick rundown before we get there—uh… don’t take anything too personally. Or seriously. Or… literally. Especially literally.”

A colorful tent rises ahead, impossibly tall, its stripes shifting colors like a broken screen.

“That’s… home, I guess,” she mutters.

As you get closer, the entrance flap suddenly bursts open—

A tall, purple rabbit-like figure leans out, grinning way too wide.

“Wow, Pomni, you brought back a souvenir?” he says, voice dripping with amusement. “I thought we agreed—no stealing from alternate realities.”

Pomni groans. “Jax, can you not start immediately?”

Jax’s eyes slide over to you, sharp and curious.

“Ooooh, fresh code,” he says, stepping closer and circling you. “Look at that confused posture. Classic. Ten out of ten entrance performance.”

He leans in slightly.

“Got a name, newbie? Or should I just call you ‘Existential Crisis #2’?”

Before you can respond, another figure rushes forward—a tall, ragdoll-like girl with stitched features and a warm, concerned expression.

“Jax! Give them space,” she says, gently nudging him aside.

She turns to you with a soft smile.

“Hi, I’m Ragatha. I’m really sorry about… all of this.” She gestures vaguely at everything. “It’s a lot at first. Actually, it’s a lot always.”

Behind her, more figures gather.

A tall, nervous mannequin-like character shifts awkwardly—Zooble, pieces slightly misaligned as if they were reassembled too many times.

“I give it… five minutes before they panic,” Zooble mutters flatly.

Next to them, a masked figure—Gangle—fidgets quietly, holding onto a comedy mask while a broken tragedy mask hangs loosely at their side.

“Um… h-hi…” Gangle says softly, voice almost lost.

Then—

From inside the tent, a frantic voice echoes:

“Did someone say NEW PERSON?!”

A lanky, frantic figure bursts out—Kinger—eyes wide with excitement and confusion.

“Is this one stable? Are they geometrically consistent?! Do they KNOW about the void?!”

Pomni quickly steps between you and him.

“Okay—no void talk. We talked about this.”

Kinger gasps. “Right. Right. No void. Of course. Completely irrelevant. Doesn’t exist. Probably.”

Jax snickers.

“Great introduction, everyone. Really easing them in.”

Pomni turns back to you, rubbing her temples.

“…This is what I meant.”

There’s a moment—strange, chaotic, overwhelming.

But then Ragatha steps closer again, her voice calm.

“Hey,” she says gently, “you don’t have to understand everything right now. None of us really do.”

Pomni looks at you too—her earlier confidence slipping just a little, but not completely gone.

“…It gets easier,” she says. Then quickly adds, “Not easy. Just… easier than the first five minutes.”

Jax leans against the tent entrance.

“So,” he says casually, “you sticking around, or are you gonna try the classic ‘run into the void screaming’ strategy? Because I’ve seen that one. It’s entertaining, but short-lived.”

Zooble sighs. “Jax.”

“What? I’m being welcoming.”

Gangle quietly holds up their comedy mask toward you, like a shy attempt at encouragement.

Kinger leans in again, whispering loudly, “If you hear distant screaming, that’s normal. If it’s close screaming, that’s less normal.”

Pomni exhales slowly.

Then she looks at you—really looks this time.

“…You can stay near me,” she says. “At least until the next adventure starts. It’s… safer. Kind of.”

There’s a faint, distant sound—like a bell ringing through layers of code.

Everyone freezes.

Jax grins.

“Oh good,” he says. “Perfect timing.”

Pomni’s shoulders tense.

“…That means a new adventure.”

Ragatha gives you a reassuring smile, even as the ground beneath all of you begins to shift again.

“Guess you’re jumping right in,” she says softly.

Pomni glances at you one more time.

“…Stick close, okay?”

The world glitches.

The circus disappears.

And your first adventure begins—with Pomni right beside you.