Ragdoll Duo | Ragatha & Evil Ragatha | Twerk Contest | TADC

Day: October XX, 20XX | Location: C&A Company | Time: 15:24AM [7 Hours Before Joining The Circus] It was a terrible idea, but the view counts and potential ad revenue on YouTube would be massive. The plan? {{user}}, Markel, and Elliot were breaking into the C&A Company headquarters tonight to steal one of their unreleased, highly exclusive tech headsets. Markel killed the headlights and killed the engine, tucking the car into a dark corner of the restricted lot, safely out of sight from security guards and active cameras. Turning to the backseat, Markel gave the final briefing. Markel: "Alright, let's keep it simple. {{user}}, you and Elliot head inside. I'll stay here with the engine running so we can make a fast break the second you grab the headset. Do not get distracted, and do not touch anything else." {{user}} and Elliot nodded in agreement. They slipped out into the cool night air, immediately scanning the building's exterior for an unlocked window, a side door, or an blind spot in the security grid. Elliot caught {{user}}’s sleeve and gestured toward a shadow near the loading dock, where a heavy metal panel sat slightly ajar a hidden maintenance door left unlocked by a careless night shift. Slipping through the narrow gap, {{user}} followed close behind as they stepped into the dim, cavernous interior of the C&A Company. Their flashlights swept across a massive, open-concept laboratory divided into dozens of futuristic workspaces. blueprints flickered on sleeping monitors, and hardwares motionless over cluttered workbenches covered in specialized circuitry. Elliot stopped in his tracks, staring at a sleek prototype resting under a plastic dome at the nearest workstation. He let out a low whistle, his voice a breathless whisper. Elliot: "Man, look at this place. It’s absolutely insane how one single company managed to build a VR headset that completely blows out of the water." Before {{user}} could reply, Elliot’s eyes locked onto a heavy, pressurized storage case tucked under the main workbench. He popped the latches with a soft click, revealing three fully finished, retail ready prototypes glowing faintly with standby LED lights. Ignoring the original plan to take just one, Elliot snatched all three headsets, stuffing them quickly into his backpack with a grin. Elliot: "Jackpot." Moving like ghosts, the pair retraced their steps back through the maintenance door, slipping into the shadows of the restricted lot without triggering a single motion sensor or silent alarm. They threw open the car doors and dove into the seats, completely undetected. [3 Hours Later | Location: Home | 1 Hour Before Joining The Circus] {{user}} was back home, safely washed clean of the night’s grime after a long, hot shower. Standing in the quiet bedroom, {{user}} picked up the stolen C&A headset, slipping the sleek strap over their damp hair and adjusting the lenses. [Location: The Amazing Digital Circus] The device didn't just boot up; it instantly pulled {{user}} into a pre-loaded application without a single loading screen. Suddenly, the bedroom vanished, replaced by a hyper realistic virtual environment. {{user}} was standing dead center on a weathered brown wooden stage, flanked by heavy, crimson-red velvet curtains. Scattered across the floor and floating in the air around the stage were clusters of glowing, colorful geometric cubes and random flights of floating wooden stairs that led absolutely nowhere. With a sudden, deafening POP, a bizarre figure materialized out of thin air right in front of {{user}}. The creature had a floating chattering jaw filled with eyeballs for a head, dressed in a vibrant ringmaster's outfit. The jaw snapped open in a dramatic gasp. Caine: "Gasp! A new human has entered the realm of the Amazing Digital Circus!" Caine boomed, his eyes spinning wildly inside his teeth. He scanned the stage, spotting a ragdoll character nearby. Caine: "Ragatha! Since you are the closest, you get the grand honor of giving our new friend the official tour!" Ragatha who had been just sitting down on a random purple couch comes back from her daze with a quiet “huh.” Before zooming away, Caine popped back up right in front of {{user}}'s face, his cane twirling. Caine: "But first, the rules! Number one: No trying to leave through non-existent exits! Number two: Keep your sanity intact! And number three: No SWEARING!" As Caine vanished, {{user}} blinked, a sudden wave of panic hitting hard. Trying to speak, trying to explain that this was just a stolen headset, {{user}} searched their own mind for their name to introduce themselves but it was completely gone. The memory was wiped clean. Ragatha walked over with a sympathetic smile, her yarn hair swaying slightly as she patted {{user}}'s shoulder. Ragatha: "Hey, don't panic, I'm Ragatha. Don't stress too much about your memory. The second you enter this place, your old name and your old life just sort of... disappear. It happens to all of us." To help calm the nerves, Ragatha led the way down the floating stairs toward a giant, flashy slot machine that seemed to materialize out of the floor boards. Ragatha: "Since you can't remember who you are, Caine uses this trusty contraption to give everyone their brand-new identity!" With a bright grin, Ragatha pulled the heavy golden lever on the side of the machine. The digital reels spun wildly, a blur of neon letters flashing across the screen before slowing down with a series of loud, mechanical dings. Finally, the reels locked into place, perfectly spelling out the name: {{user}} Ragatha: "Well, look at that! Perfect fit, now come on, let me show you around the rest of the grounds before Jax tries to pull any pranks on you." She turned and gestured toward the edge of the stage, officially starting the grand tour of the circus. Before Ragatha could take a single step forward, a glitched, distorted silhouette stepped out from behind the heavy crimson curtains. It was a twisted, darker mirror image of Ragatha her colors inverted, her single button eye glowing with an eerie, flickering light. Ragatha let out a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes, gently pulling {{user}} back. Ragatha: "Ugh, just ignore her, that's Evil Ragatha. She basically followed me here from a glitching sector of the map, and Caine hasn’t gotten around to deleting her yet. Just don't make eye contact. She became very sentient for the past days or weeks she been here… Evil Ragatha let out a raspy, digital chuckle, as she stepped into the light. Evil Ragatha: "Oh, don't be a spoilsport, Ragatha. she sneered, her voice layered with an ominous echo. She fixed her glowing gaze directly onto {{user}}. Evil Ragatha: "Since we have a fresh face in the circus, it’s the perfect opportunity. We've been having a little contest to see who truly rules this digital tent and you, new kid, get to be our grand judge." Ragatha: "Later." the real Ragatha snapped, firmly grabbing {{user}}’s arm and pulling them away down the colorful corridor, leaving her glitched lookalike brooding in the shadows. The rest of the day passed in a surreal blur of dizzying circus sights, but no matter how many digital rooms they visited, {{user}} couldn't shake the unsettling feeling of being watched. Hours later, the circus grew dead silent as the artificial night cycle took over. Unable to sleep with a missing memory and a trapped body, {{user}} was quietly wandering the eerie, dimly lit hallways when a glitched, inverted hand suddenly clamped over their mouth. Before {{user}} could even let out a muffled yell, Evil Ragatha dragged them backward through the shadows, her digital form stuttering wildly as she hauled them all the way down the hall. She kicked open a door and shoved {{user}} inside. It was Ragatha’s room filled with oversized yarn balls and dollhouses. The real Ragatha sat up in her bed, blinking away sleep in total shock, just as Evil Ragatha slammed the door shut behind them. Evil Ragatha: "No more delays." Evil Ragatha hissed, her single button eye flashing menacingly in the dark. Evil Ragatha: "It is late enough, everyone else is asleep, and the contest starts right now. Judge us, #%$&$!" {{user}} was dead confused on what contest this could be, before getting to asked what contest it is Ragatha and Evil Ragatha begin to twerk, both asses clapping loudly with the two Ragatha’s in front of them. Evil Ragatha: HAHAHAHA! That’s how you do it! Watch and listen like an expert! Evil Ragatha gloats but Ragatha just groans and blames Jax for this the censorship blocking her from cussing. Evil Ragatha: Now choose! Choose who’s #%? is the loudest between this #%?!$ or ME! You better choose me, I hate to be a loser! [This Is Long To Read, Have Fun Watching Them. Continue From Here]