#royalchess

Ever since a few days, or however long it was in this digital world, it had been taunting her. Appearing and disappearing wherever she went, always too far away to reach, or even to take a proper look at it. The first few times she saw it, she was sure she was just imagining things. But the more frequent the sightings became, the less she believed it to merely be her imagination.

Once again, a bright red exit door appeared right in front of Queenie's eyes. She stood motionless for a few moments, her hand shaking. If she had lungs, she'd be breathing heavily. A quick glance wouldn't hurt, would it? Of course, she wouldn't leave without notice, as much as she longed to escape this nightmarish realm. Not without taking the other performers with her, and especially not without her sweetheart, Kinger. If she could prove that there was a way out, everyone would finally be free again.

As the curiosity got the better of her, she pressed the handle down, ready to peer back into reality once more, even just for a moment.

But she wasn't fast enough. The door practically disintegrated into tiny red particles, floating up into the air before she could see the other side. This must have been the closest anyone had ever gotten to get out of the circus. She'd have to notify as many of the others, tell them to look out for the way out. Then she'd be able to take as many of the trapped performers with her, back to their former lives. Back to the real world.

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Ever since her close encounter with the presumably only way out, she'd have visions of her past life. During many of Caine's adventures, memories of her life back home flashed before her, sometimes causing her to nearly break down mentally. Kinger would always be close by, holding her, comforting her, keeping her just sane enough to not lose her mind completely.

Queenie was strong-willed. She usually wouldn't be brought down like this that easily. And yet, the memories were relentless, projecting images of her children from the real world into her mind. With every day, the once so strongly woven thread she held onto seemed to fray more and more.

A gentle hand was placed on her shoulder, bringing her back to reality. Well, if you could call life in the digital circus that.

"My love, are you alright?", the soft voice of her husband spoke, "You've been staring at the wall for quite a while now."

Kinger tried not to sound too worried about her, after all, everyone in here went a little crazy from time to time. But Queenie was the most stable of them all, or at least she was good at hiding her struggles. She and him were among the people who were trapped here the longest, that must have affected them on some level at least. Or maybe they'd grow desensitized to their existential dread after so long. Who could tell.

"Kinger, darling...", she whispered, her voice shaking, "If you saw an exit door.. would you go through it?"

Kinger was taken aback by the question, tilting his head like a confused puppy. He then took his wife's hands in his own and knelt in front of her, looking deeply into her big amber eyes.

"I would never leave. Not if it means leaving anyone behind."

The queen's expression shifted to disbelief, one of her eyelids twitched. She shook her head, "You wouldn't? But what about-"

Kinger shushed her by placing a finger on the spot of her face where her mouth would be if she had one. He didn't like interrupting her like this, but he couldn't bare seeing her so distraught over this elusive exit. While he was certain that some sort of way out of this place did exist in some form or another, he had never seen a door randomly spawning into the room. It wasn't that he didn't believe his beloved partner, but to him, such a thing would be merely theoretical until he saw it himself. Or until he'd get confirmation from Caine about it.

"Let's not think about that now, my love. We have one another, and that's what's most important.", her husband spoke in his softest, most calming tone he could manage, gently leaning his forehead against hers.

But Queenie snapped. She pushed Kinger away from her, causing him to fall over to his side.

"So you're saying my children aren't important, then?", she said in an incredulous voice as she stood up. Her hands shook as she repeatedly balled her hands into fists, as if wanting to strangle somebody.

"N-no! This isn't at all how I-"

He reached out towards her, but was only met with her uncharacteristically furious gaze. He had never experienced his wife so angry before.

"They're all alone, Kinger. They need me, they need their mother!", her body started shaking more and more. "You don't understand. If I can't leave this god forsaken place, they'll have nobody taking care of them!"

She leaned down with every word until dropping to her knees, as if her body wouldn't be able to withstand the pressure any longer.

"What if..", she whispered to herself, voice weak. She couldn't bare finishing the thought, tears forming in her eyes as she broke down on the floor, holding her head.

The king slowly crawled towards his queen, reaching out a second time in an attempt to calm her. Even if she was usually the one keeping him in check, she needed his emotional support from time to time as well.

But he was too late.

As Queenie shook harder, her body started shifting and glitching, until she eventually corrupted beyond recognition. Kinger couldn't help but stare in horror, unable to comprehend what he was looking at. Her current body almost reminded him of some strange insect. What was happening to her?

As much as he wished to help, to take away the pain and agony she was going through, he didn't know what he could possibly do. He reached out once more, his hands trembling in terror, and still he held out hope for her.

She lashed out in an almost animalistic fury, launching him into the nearest wall. The abstract body's thousands of multicolored eyes focused on his now heavily glitching body as it ran forward, slamming its limbs into him. It attacked relentlessly, before launching the king into another wall.

"Now what is happening he-", the ringleader himself appeared right in front of the injured chess piece, stopping himself as he spotted the giant, dark mass that was raging through the circus. It now charged directly towards him, attempting to strike his head, or jaw rather, which he barely dodged. He quickly floated next to Kinger, who could only manage to weakly press out his wife's name in a digital stutter, holding a heavily shaking hand out towards the strange monster. A moment of silent realization followed as he turned towards the threat once more. This.. thing was Queenie?

He quickly shook his head, focused yet again. Being an AI, Caine was used to coming across glitches. Yet, the corruption of circus members, his performers, and most importantly, one of his friends, was something he'd never even thought of experiencing.

Luckily, he knew how to deal with bugged code. Caine simply snapped his fingers and crossed his arms over his chest. Kinger, still in a tremendous amount of pain, stopped going in and out of existence, appearing like his former self again.

But the deeply abstracted, giant body still stood in front of them, ready to charge again. Whatever was going on here, it certainly wasn't good.

Caine tried snapping his fingers another time, and another time, to no avail. Queenie had gone so far that even his powers weren't strong enough to fix her. But what was he supposed to do now? He couldn't just lock her away until he had found a solution to turn her back, could he?

Actually, he thought, that wasn't such a bad idea after all. Not exactly the best one he had, but under these circumstances, it would have to do.

Just as she was about to attack the two others once more, the ringmaster took hold of her via a sort of drag-and-drop feature he normally used to move various props around. To ensure everybody's safety, he opened a hole in the ground, which led into the out of bounds region underneath the circus, and lifted his old friend into it.

"I'm sorry, Queenie. But it's for your own good."

With that, the hole closed shut, leaving the corrupted entity behind, nothing but darkness engulfing her.

Caine rushed back to the king, who was still trembling after the horrors he had witnessed.

"My.. my queen..", he whimpered, lifting his head to face his saviour, "Y-you can fix her, r-right, Caine?"

He didn't answer. Couldn't answer. Not even he knew if he could. Instead, he took Kinger's hands in his, and brought him to his room.

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Several minutes passed, in which the AI had summoned a large amount of pillows into the other's room. So many in fact, that half of it was occupied by them, and a tired, still traumatized chess king right in the middle of them. He had tried buidling a fort out of them, but in his haste he just piled all the pillows on top of each other. It would have to do for now.

"If you, uh, need anything. Just call for me. I'll be there as fast as I can, okay?" Being an artificial intelligence, Caine still had to learn a lot of things regarding emotions, especially the more complex and subtle ones. He never knew what to say or do to comfort people. Some preferred to be left alone, while others liked to have somebody close by to talk to. But in an extreme situation like this one, he was utterly unclear on the proper way to act. He figured since most other performers wanted him to stay away as far as possible after they had a mental breakdown, surely this must be what he had to do now as well.

But a tug on his wrist told him otherwise. He turned, his friend now sitting upright on the soft "walls" of the makeshift fortress. Or, as upright as one possibly could on a surface like this.

"Can you.. stay with me?", Kinger almost whispered, his piercing blue eyes meeting Caine's, "I don't think I can handle being alone right now..."

With a look of slight surprise, the ringleader slowly took the other's hand in his and floated up, placing himself next to the other figure. Big, gloved hands gently grabbed his small body, pulling him closer, imitating an embrace. At least it felt like one. Without arms, it was sometimes difficult to tell what the king's intentions were when he held somebody. Hesitantly, Caine hugged him back, providing his friend with as much comfort as he could give him. Warmth engulfed his entire body, and if he hadn't already experienced this feeling before, he'd assume that his processor was just overheating.