Through Stars

I.. Don't imagine my Narrator would remember, though. He never does. I do. My Voices do.

"Amo doesn't want to see the real things !" she paused when the other did, and she tilted her head a bit. "...Um... Amo doesn't know what thorns are.. Should she..? She's... Heard a few people mention "thorns in sides" or something before, but Amo.... Never really knew what that meant..."

"Seriously? Can't say I've met someone who hasn't at least heard of them before. They're all sorts of different shapes but they're on plants. Usually sharp or pointed, some are long needles and some are hooks... You... Do know what plants are, right?" Any question was now fair game and Cansu intended to ask many now.

"Um... I mean I was made in a lab? They know I know now, and I keep bullying Vexen - he's, like, the lead scientist, I guess? To find some way to make this body look older, since I don't wanna look like a kid forever.. And, while it's been pretty gradual, we have been making breakthroughs.. !" they paused, eyes drifting off to nowhere in particular before returning to the form before them. "...I guess that's less common than I thought, huh? Yea, I'm like... Some guy's memories of another person, stuffed inside a puppet? Which.. Kind of makes it hard to alter my appearance, alongside the fact that everyone kind of seems to see me a bit differently..? Something about the whole being made of memories thing, I guess.. Annnnd maybe not being as stable as they'd hoped.."

".... I'm being fucked with aren't I? Made of memories of another person? I know youkai can sound pretty convoluted but this is... You can't be serious?"

"Oh, so it's like an inheritance... No, I've got no family and was made in a lab ~ So I'm just Xion ! Though, I do have a number. We all do. It's just the order in which we joined into the Organization, ha. ..Technically, I have two numbers, actually. But, um. I'm not supposed to know about one of them, I think."

"Hold on- Nevermind the no surname. What do you mean you were made in a lab?"

".....Scary........... Amo doesn't want to meet a ghost..... Ghosts are always scary in stories.... ..What do you mean, thorns..?"

"Oh if you thing ghosts in stories are scary you'd hate to see the real things." The woman laughed before considering the other's question for a moment. "What'd mean 'what do i mean'? You don't know what thorns are?" Far more interesting topic unlocked. Who hadn't encountered a thorn before?

"..........How much about me specifically do you think it knows? If there's information that isn't written down anywhere, do you know it anyway? Or is it only physically documented things..?" pointedly, was his secret still a secret here..?

"Hm... Well now that depends a bit. There's a funny thing about the sheer number of variations of different universes. Can you guarantee no one in any multitude of timelines hasn't discovered whatever it is you're trying to avoid me knowing about? And hasn't written about it? No one can. But! The Library will not show me or visitors things that would be detrimental to their natural progression. Time isn't a thing here after all. There are future writings about you it won't show them to you. Spoilers, you know?~"

"I just took us to the hall of rooms! This is your room! Like I said before, there isn't! Really an out, so while you're here, you can rest your weary little head in here! Whaddya think? Did I get it right or did I get it right??" but without even waiting for an answer, he whisked them off back to the main area, where he planted his fists on his hips with an affirmative nod. "Well, I'm sure you'll meet your fellow circus-goers soon enough - unfortunately, they're currently on an adventure, and I wouldn't want you dropping in on them halfway through, so I'll just have to plan an extra special adventure to celebrate your arrival for tomorrow!! I'm sure you'll find plenty around here to keep you entertained until then! Any questions?"

"Quit dragging me around! I don't have time to deal with- Whatever messed up games you're playing with people here. However I got here I intend to find a way back. With or without your help." He spun away from the thing and stormed off in whatever direction it wasn't. Muttering in a non-earth language as he did with his hands balled into fists. There's always a way out. He just needed a door and some time alone.

...Do.. Most people have homes like this..? It seems quite comfortable...

"....Amo.. Doesn't think you can actually.. Get used to being dead..? Aren't you just gone when you're dead?"

"People like to think that, don't they? Sometimes it's like that. Sometimes you can't find them no matter how hard you look... But so many people die all the time with no way to move on. Murder, regret, grief, rage... Sometimes ghosts catch on their surroundings like thorns on clothes."

I knew she had colors hiding in there 🥹 (Source)

".............Um... Amo doesn't think.. Amo can die more than once..?"

"Most people can only die once of course. I meant you'd get used to being dead. Some are stubborn about accepting it though."

"Repeated? Nope! They only forget their names once! They remember their Digital Circus names just fine!" he was quick to send the both of them into a hallway, reality warping around them in a blink. "Of course you need a room! Everyone needs a space for just themselves!" a door with an artist's mannequin in a circle on the front suddenly changed to have his face on it instead, and the door opened. "How about a beach themed room, then, sunshine?" and it was.. definitely beachy in there... the floor was even covered in sand and the ceiling had a sun blasting light down, with walls that looked like various angles of a beach, complete with moving water.

"What the hell was that?!" Before he could take a swing at the weird thing he looked at the door in confusion to see his face staring out of the picture on it, and even more confused to see a beach. Or, well. Beach theme. The bright 'sun' and sand made his skin crawl some how. Obviously fake in a strangely unsettling way. "... I don't want a room I want out."

she seemed a little calmer about it now.. "....Um.. Amo.. Thinks so.... Amo will try one.... But what if something goes wrong..? Would Amo die??"

"Great!~ And don't worry about dying. I'm sure the paramedics would get here fast enough. Besides, dying isn't that bad. You get used to it."

"Nope! No idea why! Every one of my little adventurers has a new name! And sure, getting in is easy enough, but there is no way out! Well, for anyone who came in the right way - you, on the other hand, I have no idea ! You're on your own there!" he did not seem very concerned about any of it. "In the meantime, though, whaddya say we get you set up with a room? ..I.... Still need to know what kind of stuff you're into, though!" he hadn't exactly had his brain scanned, had he?

"I feel like repeated instances of forgetting names should be considered more of an issue than you're making it out to be but what do I know." A heavy sigh and he crossed his arms over his chest as he stared up at the other. "Do I... Need a room? 'S not really something I'm used to having. And I don't know what I'm 'into'. I travel a lot? Constantly I guess. I like the sun?? Kinda have to. I like my friends and being around them. That's all I got."

so, unfortunately for you, I think you're stuck here with the rest of us! So! On that note! My name is Caine and this is my beautiful circus! Welcome! What is your name? Do you remember, considering you apparently came here via unconventional means?"

"No doors to the outside huh... Well, if I can get in, I can get out." He frowned some and looked at the various weird shapes making up the environment. "Uh... Right. 'Beautiful' is a word. As for my name, it's Arthit... Do people not usually remember their names here?"

"......" she stared in what could only be considered abject horror. "...Amo.. Doesn't think trying new foods sounds very good anymore.."

"Oh, too much? If you've eaten meat, cheese, bread, and plants before you should be fine with a burger. I'm sure you'll be fine."