#funnybuny

Part 1

This came out quite better than I thought it would!! I didn't completely finish it, but I still rlly like it :D the sky was so fun to do rahhh🗣🗣😼

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"Ha! Right, Pom? Then...

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"What...?"

*she tilted her head*

"I guess uhm... maybe a wild rabbit."

"I'm learning more about you."

TADC art :P

I think I might've accidentally humanized my Pomni design a bit too much, lol. I'm thinking of maybe changing it somewhat next time I draw her :]

Chapter One - 

The circus froze. Systems shut down, and it all went black for a moment. The Amazing Digital Circus was breaking. Slowly falling apart. Then a flicker of light appeared. It was far off in the distance. Away from her grasp, but she reached for it. Her hands trembled, reaching for it. Her legs wouldn’t move from their spots. She was stuck, reaching for some random white light in the corner of a digital world. Her eyes glitched, the colors on her pinwheel eyes changed. They spun, affecting her vision. The black and white circus changed, spinning around, and earning small bits of color. Blacks turned to blue. Whites turned to red. 

Her mind was spinning with her eyes. Then it stopped. The dark colors returned. She felt cold. She looked around her, she was alone. Everyone was gone, and she was stuck here. Wherever here was. She saw the familiar denture-like AI body clutching his chest on the floor. He was breaking. His systems failed, coding was being messed with. He was dying with the system. She knelt down to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Pomni. Y-you need to know… I am not an AI…” He breathed, her eyes circled, little spirals of pencil drawings in sharp lines, stuck on his dying form. “Someone should know.”

“W-what?” She tensed, sitting down fully on the black tiles. They were cold against her skin, making her shiver subconsciously. 

“I was a player too… the first one… after that ringmaster died from coding, I-I became the ringmaster… Y-you’re next.” He breathed out heavily, before falling back, fading, codes going with him. Her eyes widened, when suddenly, cords appeared, grabbing her wrist. 

They pulled her down violently into the floor, and the sharp pain filled her as the cords dug into her skin. She screamed in agony, though nobody could hear her. She cried out for help, nothing came. Nobody came to her aid. She was alone in this broken world. Under the circus. 

Her body twitched violently as the cords hooked into her body tightly. She screamed, specifically one name of someone she trusted. She yelled, calling for that one person. They didn’t come. They left her there. Alone, crying, in the dark pit of the circus. 

“Jax…” She muttered softly to nobody in particular. Her body went limp at the bottom of the pit, whimpering. “Jax please…”

Her eyes fluttered shut, leaving her now in the quiet pit, alone.

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