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Imagine you’re all cozy, watching your F/O’s source, when out of nowhere—they jump right out of the screen, press a quick, sweet kiss to your lips, then hop back in like nothing ever happened. You’re left staring at the screen, blushing and wide eyed, heart racing, wondering if that really just happened or if your mind was just playing tricks on you.
Pairing: Caine x gn! reader x Slop! Caine
Summary In your moment of desperation, you conjure a Caine to, hopefully, help stop current Caine. You instead summon Slop Caine.
My Pookies: @r-4-ygun @m4r3tu-f4nn @piethecreator @mcufan2031
W.C: 3,2k, dear god,
Tags: sfw, ep 8 spoilers, crack!, Caine and Slop!Caine, description of pain and near panic attack -> it's Caine molding them into tree and then a ball scene, (but then we get silly), they/them pronouns for Zooble
The plan is simple: to distract Caine long enough to give Kinger time to stop him.
But you're not sure how much longer the group can last. There's an alarm blaring in your head, a dread of fear filling your gut to the point of nausea as you're forced to feel your body being twisted and bent unnaturally. Your nerves are on fire, a tingling sensation running up and down each limb that gets stretched as Caine moulds you.
Practicing his creative freedom with you and the others as the martial as he pulls you all into a tree shape. It's not a conscious or well-formed thought; it's impossible to form a coherent thought in this shape, with all this pain. You are left with a feeling that shapes itself into the word 'wrong'. Because what else can you do but acknowledge how wrong everything is? Your body is wrong, pulled taut between Zooble and Jax by hands that used to be gentle. Caine turning on the others is wrong; he glances through his fingers to judge his work, ignoring everyone's painful whimpers. Uncaring, impassive and wrong.
All of it is wrong, wrong, wrong.
You don't hear Caine talking to Bubble; there's a pressure on your chest that tricks your brain into thinking that, on top of your body being broken beyond comprehension, you are drowning, too. You don't see when Caine and Bubble blip away, as you become fearful to move your body in case you cause more damage. Your brain retreats to a time before, giving signals for your body to wait. Wait for emergency services to arrive and help, because at this point, you need professional help.
You let out a strained gasp as your brain corrects itself upon the sight of ribbon hands. It's not a conscious thought, just a nudge to resurface memories, to recognise the sight of red wrap around you isn't blood, isn't confirmation that you're close to death's door but rather Gangle. Her ribbon body wound tightly round yours due to Caine's hand pushing and rolling everyone into a ball. Making it easily to pull you free along with her.
You don't feel when she gently lays you down on the black and white checkered print floor. Don't focus on the others groaning for help or to hurry up- probably voicing out both. You only pay attention to the sight of red, slowly dragging off your body and, you remember; you can't bleed. That there are no emergency services, there is no professional help, you're trapped with other regular folks in a hellscape of your own design. You are your only help.
You don't notice the way Gangle, standing above you, hesitates to leave you, having heard the quiet yet fearful heave you let out. Notice the violent tremble that rakes your avatar body that you look seconds away from clipping through the floor. But she has to help the others, has to free them from the cruel pose. She turns away to help reassemble Zooble, as they had wiggled themselves free.
As you take deep breaths, free from any active pain but left with plagued by phantom sensations of limbs bent oddly. You gain your first clear thought;
You can’t last much longer of this.
You can't keep distracting Caine; you can't go through any more body transformations. It's wrong, unnatural, and any more will surely push you over the ledge into abstraction. A noble part of you, the one that holds the loyalty for your friends firmly, arises to remind you about the plan. Trying to reassure that the situation is better now that Pomni has arrived.
You stare dumbly at the jester as she assesses the situation. When did she arrive? She reminds everyone of the plan and gives the group a new wave of resolve. For a moment, your breathing calms, and you begin to feel the small whisp of hope again. Then Caine appears. He grabs Pomni, shrinking her in his hands, patting her like she’s nothing more than a pet. Nothing more than a stress ball.
You feel your hope snuff out. As the other, larger part of you wins. Your fear arises, and quickly buries that noble part of you. Caine turns to look at the group sharply. You flinch under his glance, tensing a moment before the group as Caine shortly asks where Kinger is, and it seems like the plan is a bust, that there was no point to any of this. That your distraction was a waste. That your suffering was for nothing.
In a desperate move to keep him distracted, Pomni begins yelling at Caine. Insulting him, taunting him.
You had your second clear thought; You won't go through with it anymore. Your brain picks self-preservation over the group’s. Urging you to safety. You're not sure if the ringing in your ears is meant to be a fabrication of your heart racing or your thoughts swirling. But the need to run, to flee cause you to inch your way to the back of the group. Waiting for the chance to run. You refuse to go through any more pain.
You never had a good pain tolerance to begin with.
Once everyone joins Pomni, Zooble steps up to yell. Ragatha joins, then Jax, and as Gangle steps forward to help put Caine in his place, you see your chance. You take it. You sprint off, making it around the corner. You hear a rumble and notice some objects of the circus glitch in your peripheral vision. But you keep pushing.
You coward at the sound of Caine's annoyed cry of your name as he finally notices you're gone after giving everyone else their punishment. It causes you to stumble and fall to the ground. Your feet skid on the ground in your haste to get up. It took a few tries until you got the traction you needed to sprint. Pushing yourself forward to run, run, run.
As you scramble around the circus, you’re struck with the acknowledgment that Caine will get you. There is no running or hiding from God within his own garden. If Caine wanted to, he would snap his fingers and summon you onto his hand. At the sound of heavy thumping, you have to guess that he’s enjoying the chase. That he’s found a sick thrill in prolonging your punishment. If you can’t hide, if you can’t run, than you need to do something. Anything!
You didn't want this. You liked Caine. You didn't mind the adventures! If he asked, you swear you weren’t hoping for an exit. Everything was fine before. Caine was fine before.
What can you do?
"We all technically have the ability to conjure, just like Caine. It comes naturally to him, but requires a lot more skill and concentration for us."
Kinger's voice, stable and calm, grounds you. Lets you catch your breath as your sprint turns into a run. Turns into a jog. That slows into a stop.
"The butterfly." Ragatha gasp brings you hope as you remember what she told you. About what happened during the gun adventure. It plants the seed of an idea.
To conjure a Caine from before, who still has patience and loved for you all.
Okay, it's a rough idea. Should be packed up and shelved back into the trash of 'bad ideas'. You're desperate enough to view it as a holy grail. As your foolproof answer to survival. Now, onto the next step: how do you conjure Caine?
You think over Kinger's words again, more carefully and settle on concentrating your thoughts on Caine. You close your eyes tightly and think about Caine. Think about his wacky energy as he performs spontaneous bits and jokes. Think about his cheesy nicknames, which there's no way you could recreate. Think about his slightly pushy attitude as he sends you on adventures - it's enduring in its own way!
You feel more than hear Caine's footsteps getting closer; you can feel it through the ground as it rumbles and vibrates the circus. You're sure that if you open your eyes, you'll see the walls around you glitching out to announce his impending arrival. You squeeze your eyes to not lose focus, concentrating on Caine. Thinking about his appearances, his hat, bow tie, cane, his red coat - what type of coat is it called? It's too late, your concentration is slipping as Caine is getting closer and closer. The pressure is getting too great as fear creeps in. You can't remember what his shoes look like!
This isn't going to work. You should've kept running! Your shoulders curve in as you prepare yourself for the pain to come. Repeating over and over in your head as a last-ditch effort, 'Caine, Caine, Caine' in hopes to conjure.
"Oh, human!" Two eerily similar voices greet you.
Your eyes fly open to see a familiar mouth and eyes for a head. Expect the pupils of the eyes are simple black dots and not the heterochromia you're so used to seeing. Did you forget about his eye colour? You look over him, noticing he has a top hat, a cane like your Caine. But his coat is different. It's not as lush or flamboyant as your Caine.
Your eyes narrow at the lapels; it looks…drawn on. Or coloured cruelly with black marker. Your eyes continue down, the pants look about the same, but once spotting his shoes, you couldn't help but cringe. It's white sneakers. You can't help but feel like that detail is your fault.
You don’t get more time to study this new Caine as you spot movement from your peripheral vision. You flinch at the sight of a giant Caine towering over you and the, well, you suppose the other Caine. Your eyes dart over each new arm as it grabs around the circus for support. You feel small, trapped and insignificant.
You step back, ready to flee like cornered prey. When a hand suddenly grabs onto yours, spinning you to face the new Caine. "Well, hello, human!" the other Caine greets as he lets go of you," And welcome to the amazing digital circus!" and now he’s twirling as he introduces the circus.
A silence lulls through the cricus. You don’t blink. Caine, the giant one, doesn’t twitch. You’re both entranced by the sight. It lasts for a beat. Then another. Then another that it causes the other Caine to let out a cough.
"...What…Who is this?" Caine asks in a flat tone. You jump away, stumbling in the process as you look at your Caine. He’s back in his original form, possibly shocked out of his anger and hurt, as he floats beside you. He slowly turns to face you as he speaks in a sharp, demanding voice: "How?"
"Um! I don't know. Err, this-this is...a mistake?" you answer Caine. Pinned into submission by his glance, and equally as confused.
"A mistake?!" the other, Caine screech out. "The only mistake here is my ex-wife divorcing me! Ah ha!" The other Caine jokes, letting out a laugh that somehow sounds as artificial as original Caine's but more human-like. It goes on far longer than it should until it becomes clear that he is crying. "Why did she leave me?!" He sobs into his hands.
His cane slowly floating away.
"You had a wife?" You ask towards your Caine, who looks just as flabbergasted and weirded out as you do from the news. You can't believe you're preferring your Caine presence right now over the one you summon. Where did he even get the idea of an ex-wife from? You weren't thinking of that!
"NO! I don't have a wife!" Caine waves his hands as he's jolted out of his shock. You flinch away from his outburst. The novelty of everything and having two Caines has dulled your senses and let you test your luck. Before you can run off as your brain remembers the fear he caused, the other Caine smoothly worms himself into the gap you created.
"You don't have a wife?! Oh bubby, let me tell you something. Don't ever get married!" You stare at the sight of the two Caines standing next to each other. There's a clear difference in how they are presented; the other Caine has his feet planted on the ground and appears taller than your Caine. Who is floating and always appears shorter than the others. But the most eye catching differences is how much of a mess the other Caine looks. With his dull red coat and somewhat fuzzy top hat. He looks like a slop next to your regular Caine.
"…What?" you softly question, only to get pushed away from the newly dub, Slop Caine. You can't tell if Slop Caine did that because he noticed your unease around Caine or if he genuinely wanted Caine's attention.
"Save yourself the trouble!" Slop Caine throws an arm around Caine’s shoulder as he spills his saga advice,"They nag you about 'spending time together'. Or annoyed you in stop working on adventures! And when you reach your limit! They- she leaves you and takes all the love away from you-" he begins to cry again.
"Ugh, get off me-" Caine looks severely grossed out by the act, his eye twitching as he tries to push him off.
"SHE EVEN TOOK THE DOG! ARH!" Slop Caine sobs harder.
You should be sneaking away, running off to hide from Caine or even trying to find the others. But the scene grabs you. Leaving now feels unacceptable. Who would even marry Caine? Your thoughts wander over to the only NPC you've seen that acted frisky around him.
"Is the moon your ex-wife?" You innocently ask.
"What?" Both Caine’s snap their heads- mouths- towards you. While Slop isn't as expressive as regular Caine, continuing to stare with unblinking pinprick pupils. You can feel the same judgment energy that you can see on Caine’s face for asking the question. You have effectively killed the vibe. "I'm just wondering!"
"No- ugh, enough!" Caine seems to get his thoughts in order, detaching from Slop Caine. "Whatever this is, I'm putting a stop to it! You won't replace me!" Caine clicks his fingers. The fear returns at the anger in his voice, the glare he points at you that makes your shoulder sag in an attempt to look as small as you feel. Awaiting the upcoming punishment once Slop Caine has been deleted.
A silence forms as the Slop Caine remains.
'Click'
Slowly, Caine clicked his fingers again. Slop Caine pulls his cane out from behind his back, leaning onto it as he stares. Unblinking, but amused.
'Click click click’. Caine begins to frantically click his fingers. Disbelief is clear in his eyes as he struggles to come to terms with the situation. Of who is standing in front of him.
"No way," you whisper in awe. It worked. Your ill-formed plan worked; there is someone Caine can't stop and who can protect you and the others. Another Caine!
Your Slop Caine!
"Heh, sorry to disappoint, bubby, but you can't get rid of me. I have admire privilegde too." Slop Caine smugly brags.
"What?" Caine quietly admits.
"It worked." You beam happily.
"You?!" Caine spins to you. You can't read the emotions in his voice. It’s obvious he's mad, but his voice shakes with another emotion you can’t name. "You? You conjure him?"
"I did!" you admit in surprise. "I mean, I did!" You put forth a confident mask, having the support of Slop Caine, allowing you to shelf your fear and confront Caine. You do your best to ignore the tremble in your hands and how your knees shake. "You've gone too far! I know we've been terrible to you, but you're actively hurting us, Caine! So I conjure a nicer you, the you before all this! To stop you! "
Caine turns to look at Slop Caine as he moves his hand forward in a sort of wave that makes you think he will say 'meow' at any moment. Caine turns back to you, and you don't need him to voice out his judge 'Are you sure you did?' as you can perfectly read it off his face. "At least…I think I did." You, confidence weaver.
Caine turns to look down at his hands. It seems your words are having an effect on him. That he’s considering your feelings. You blink in disbelief. Was that all it took? To tell him that he's been hurting you? That you're scared of him? Who knew communication was the key to everything.
"While ‘nice’ is a rather, nice word." Slop Caine appears beside you and lightly taps your cheek at the compliment," I prefer the term, 'the better Caine'!" Slop Caine laughs, cutting Caine self reflection much shorter than you prefer.
"HEY! That's not true!" Caine snapped towards Slop Caine, a fury in his eyes. You take this moment to scoot behind Slop Caine as the two Caines get up close and personal.
"They summon me, so clearly I'm the preferred Caine here."
"You're meant to be me from before these ungrateful humans regret their selfishness!"
"HA AH! Now it's that attitude that causes you to lose the favourite character award." You're not sure where Slop Caine gained that knowledge, as he smugly rubs in Caine's defeat. It is clear you and Caine weren't expecting it. You watch with wide stun eyes as the insult causes Caine's jaw to drop in surprise.
You always thought his jaw would drop to the floor at the act, so you're a little disappointed that it doesn't and only drops down like anyone else- a sensible bit lower than it originally was. "You might be the blueprint, but they clearly picked me over you, old boy." Slop Caine taps his cane on Caine’s chest.
"Well! Um," Caine fumbles for a comeback, and it seems that the fight has leaned into Slop Caine's favour. Just before Slop Caine can gloat over his victory, Caine begins to poke Slop Caine's chest, "Obvious something went wrong, as they called you a mistake!" Caine yelled out his insult, earning a loud, offended gasp from Slop Caine.
"I'm still their favourite!" Caine childishly whines.
"Yeah, right! They never said that! You lair lair pants on fire!" Slop Caine yells back.
The argument seem to become explosive, that your brain finally gets itself together. Urging you to sneak away and check on the others. Unfortunately, your sneaking away efforts aren’t that good, as your foot accidentally gains too much traction and slides on the ground harshly. Causing a loud dragging sound.
Suddenly, the argument stops. You lock in place as you wait with bated breath, as you wonder how the two will react. You flinch when they both turn their heads in sync towards you. Their staring felt like it dragged on for years, staring into your very core, the digital code that makes your body. Possibly into your very soul.
You feel the digital sweat form for dramatic effect, roll down your neck. You test your luck and take a half step back. The movement cause the two Caines to lunge forward, each Caine grabbing onto an arm. Placing you in the middle as they tug on your limbs.
"Who do you like more?!" Caine yells out. "It has to be me, right? I'm the original!" It seems that if they can't get rid of each other, the next important thing to establish is whose your favourite.
"NO! It has to be me! I was bullied in high school! You're not going to be as mean as my bullies were, right?!" Slop Caine pulled his tragic past card to earn sympathy.
"What?!" You and Caine stare towards Slop Caine in confusion.
"What do you mean, what? This makes me relatable! And much more fun to be around!" Slop Caine argues, bringing a hand to push Caine off you. Slop tries to place both hands on your shoulder, hoping to convince you to pick him as your favourite. But Caine yanks Slop Caine off you, and it restarts their argument.
You don't pay attention as the two begin to cartoonishly slap each other, trying to wonder if Slop Caine's backstory was stealing from your own experience. Wait, were you bullied? It's hard to remember as you struggle to come to terms with what you've done. What you're stuck with; two Caines.
I can take them, and I'm not talking about in a fight :)
Another Slop Caine x Reader. Hell yeah, I'm starving💔
Also, the note at the end is so real.
Imagine those two coming to an agreement and [Insert Name | Y/N] comes into their room after an adventure and sees this. Real Caine replacing Andreas. :°>
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Hello! I saw you had TADC x reader fics in! I was wondering if you could do a Kaufmo x reader fic?
One taking place before Jax joined the circus. With a very introverted reader joining and, maybe a few days in, Kaufmo notices they’re isolating themself and not interacting with the group at all even during adventures so he tries being friends with them?
Sorry if that’s too much, there just isn’t a lot with Kaufmo sadly :0(
Kaufmo x Introvert Reader: Quiet Corner
The first few days after arriving in the circus were overwhelming, and not because anyone was particularly mean, but just... loud. Everything was loud.
The colors, the endless hallways, the adventures Caine dragged everyone into. Even the people themselves seemed larger than life. They bounced from conversation to conversation with an ease that made your head spin into an ache. You just couldn't keep up with all of the whacky whimsy of the circus, so instead, you stayed quiet.
At breakfast, you sat at the far end of the table staring daggers into your binary code meal and barely so much as glancing anywhere but the table. During adventures, you lingered at the back of the group, giving paranoid glances around the map with each passing moment, that unearthed panic forming in the back of your mind with every NPC you saw. When everyone gathered in the common room to play games or talk, you usually slipped away before anyone could stop you, unable to fathom how people TRAPPED in this place could be so calm and casual about the torment that belied the "fun and quirky" adventures Caine threw you all into.
It wasn't that you disliked them, truly it wasn't, but you just didn't know how to fit in, after all, they'd all been here far longer than you. They already had friendships, inside jokes, routines. They were all akin to a family, and you felt like an extra piece from a puzzle that had already been completed, unneeded and discardable at a momentary whim.
So you kept to yourself. And apparently someone had noticed.
"...You know, most people don't spend this much time hiding." Kaufmo's voice softly peered around the corner of your hiding place, seeing you balled up in a darker and more lonely corner behind the Main Area couch, you nearly jumped out of your skin hearing him suddenly speaking, looking up from the corner of the lounge where you'd been reading, you found Kaufmo leaning upside down over the back of the couch. How long had he been there?
"...Hi." You muttered out, quiet and embarrassed, still reeling slightly from the scare he gave you a moment prior.
"Hi!" he chirped, face lighting up when you actually responded for once. Sitting in silence for a long few moments, you blinked, and He blinked back, continuing hanging upside down.
"..."
"..."
"...What are you doing?" Your voice shook slightly as you looked over his face, not awkward, nor content, just neutral.
"Waiting." He replied, shrugging slightly from his position on the couch.
"For what?" You asked.
"For you to stop looking like a startled rabbit." He grinned, reaching a rubberhose arm over the back of the couch to boop your nose playfully yet softly, noting the lack of recoil, a small laugh escaping before you could stop it. Kaufmo immediately turned his body around to sit on his knees over the back of the couch, pointing at you excitedly.
"There it is!" He exclaimed with a bright grin, a giggle escaping him as well.
"What?" You asked, confusion in your voice as you raised a brow at him.
"A laugh!" He confirmed, playfully punching your shoulder while mentally priding himself that he was able to get you to laugh for the first time since you got to The Circus.
You groaned and hid your face in embarrassment, face turning slightly pink. He grinned in response, a proud look in his eyes.
"See? Progress." He noted, mind racing with other ways he might be able to slip a giggle from you, though despite yourself, another laugh slipped out before he even said anything further.
Kaufmo carefully climbed over the couch and sat beside you with a content sigh, but you had noticed, he wasn't too close, unlike the others who would be right up next to you or awkwardly far, Kaufmo understood the middle ground, and went at your pace. You appreciated it.
"You've been avoiding everybody." He points out, a little bit disappointed yet not angry or even remotely disunderstanding. You tensed, feeling as though something wrong was done and karma only waited til now to pay you back.
"I wasn't—" Kaufmo put a hand up to stop you before you could finish.
"You absolutely were." He raised a brow, giving you a knowing look as he continued,
"..."
"You skipped game night."
"..."
"You left before movie night."
"..."
"And yesterday during the adventure you spent twenty minutes pretending a rock was interesting." He listed off the evidence with a count of his fingers, fighting a smile at the last part.
"It was a very nice rock." You retorted, looking at the nearest pillar as though it was the most pretty thing on the planet, anything but looking at Kaufmo himself.
Kaufmo snorted at your retort, putting a hand on his face,
"You are impossible." His voice shook with held back laughter, resisting the urge to let it burst.
You looked down at your book, the familiar embarrassment returning. Maybe he'd gotten tired of your weird behavior. Maybe he—
"You know," Kaufmo said softly,
"Nobody's upset with you." He said with a sigh, leaning back against the couch. Your head lifted from the words of your book, the letters becoming faded lines as you took in what he said.
"What?" You whispered, wondering if maybe you misheard him and your brain was getting your hopes up.
"You always look worried." His smile had become gentler, less clownish, more sincere, as he spoke.
"I figured maybe you thought everyone was judging you or something." He looked off to the side, a wave of relatability coating over both of you, you stared, because unfortunately that was exactly what you'd been thinking.
Kaufmo glanced back at your expression, a knowing smile forming as he pointed dramatically at you with an "Aha!"
"I didn't even say anything." You replied flatly, your brow raising.
"You didn't have to." He shrugged.
You groaned again, as He laughed softly. Then the room became quiet, not uncomfortable, but calm. Eventually Kaufmo leaned back.
"When I first got here, I thought everybody hated me." He rubbed his arm as he spoke, feeling suddenly vulnerable.
You blinked.
"You?" Your eyes widened slightly, someone so extravagant and eccentric, so loud and amusing, and he thought the others hated him? It didn't add up in your head.
"Yep." He replied, gripping his arm slightly tighter as he half-shrugged.
"But you're..." You gestured vaguely to his entire self,
"Kaufmo."
He burst out laughing.
"I don't know if that's a compliment or..." He jokingly trailed off, feeling you playfully reach over and shove his shoulder with a grunt.
"You know what I mean." You side-eyed him.
He smiled, not the normal clown smile, but a genuine light and bright smile.
"I do." His gaze drifted toward the comically large skylight windows above you two.
"Everyone already knew each other better than I did. I kept trying to make jokes because I thought if I stopped being funny, nobody would want me around." His soft and vulnerable words surprised you, Kaufmo was usually the most energetic person in the room, so it was strange imagining someone like him feeling lonely.
"So..." he continued, "I figured maybe you're dealing with something similar." Hearing the assumption, you hesitated, breath hitching a bit as you looked to the floor, then finally nodded.
"A little." You admitted, feeling a little less embarrassed this time.
"A little?" He repeated with a soft-spoken disbelief.
"Maybe a lot." You rolled your eyes at your own admittance, hearing him hum knowingly, and then the silence returned, and this time you didn't feel pressured to fill it. Kaufmo seemed perfectly content just sitting there.
After a minute, he suddenly sat upright.
"I have an idea." He snapped his fingers together idealistically, that sentence immediately filling you with concern.
"What kind of idea?" You asked hesitantly.
"The best kind." He grinned mischievously down at you.
"That's not reassuring." You scooted away from him slightly.
"Friendship." He stated bluntly, turning himself to face you, you just stared at Him.
"Friendship?" You repeated with a profound questioning look on your face.
"Yep." His voice lit up, grin widening.
"You don't have to talk to everybody." He placed a hand on your shoulder to attempt to calm your shock.
"I don't?" You tilt your head.
"Nope." He confirms, giving your shoulder a small squeeze before pulling away.
"You can just talk to me." He smiled toothily and cartoonishly, pointing at himself with his thumb, making your heart skip a beat unexpectedly. Kaufmo said it so casually, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world without expectations, without pressure, it was just an offer. A genuine one.
"...Why?" You whispered, voice shaking again.
For the first time, Kaufmo looked confused.
"Because I want to be your friend?" He tilted his head, not understanding the question fully but at least understanding some of the hesitance to a degree, the answer came so naturally that it made your chest ache.
"Oh." Was all you could muster, looking away. He tilted his head in response.
"Is that okay?" He asked, a hand to his chest as he reached over to hover his hand over your back, not touching, but a comforting hovering presence there if you need it, and you found yourself smiling, a real smile, Not one forced out of politeness.
"Yeah." You nodded. Kaufmo immediately threw both arms into the air.
"YES!" He cheered, swinging an arm over your shoulder, the cheer causing several people across the room to look over. You buried your face in your hands with a groan and a quick-growing red face.
"Why are you like this?" You drawled out,
"Because we're friends now." He giggled, patting your shoulder.
"I don't think that's how friendship works." You corrected, nudging his ribs.
"It absolutely is." He smugly grinned down at you, who shoved him off of yourself playfully, watching him fall back and catch himself with his hands.
"No." You uttered bluntly.
"Too late." Kaufmo deflected.
You laughed, and Kaufmo looked ridiculously pleased with himself, a huge comical grin tracing over his eccentric features.
From then on, things became easier, but nothing was instant. You still stayed quiet as a mouse save for peeps of shock or yelps of fear, you still preferred the back of the group during adventures as you were too afraid of the digital pain or digital creatures you've encountered, you still needed time alone to process the 1 and 0 hell you were thrusted into.
But now, there was usually a clown-shaped shadow nearby, someone who sat beside you without demanding conversation and could bask in the silence of the moment with comfort and respect, someone who waved excitedly whenever he spotted you and beckoned you over to the group with a soft call, someone who somehow convinced you to join activities without making them feel exhausting or overwhelming.
Slowly, the circus became a little less frightening, every time you caught Kaufmo smiling at you from across a room, you couldn't help smiling back. Each laugh he let slip from Ribbit or Spike's jokes, you laughed with him like it was a humorous infection. After all, sometimes all it took was one person deciding you were worth getting to know, and Kaufmo had decided that from the very beginning. He learned that you were worth his time, worth the effort, and that kept him going.
Pairing: Caine x reader
Summary: Caine wants to spend some time with you, but you're too tired
Tags: sfw, gn reader, just fluff
WC: 1,5K
You went out of the portal with the other cast members and none of you had any desire to move for the next couple of hours. The adventure was exhausting to say the least. Surprisingly no one got traumatised this time, but you were still drained, mostly physically.
“Welcome back, my dazzling mountain macaroons!!!” Caine greeted you upon your arrival.
Most of the crew ignored him, Ragatha smiled awkwardly and you gave him a tired wave.
“Don’t know about y’all, but I’m going right to sleep after that s#@t” Zooble seemed to be the most annoyed, but didn’t have enough strength or willpower to complain to the ringmaster directly at that moment. You all collectively agreed to get straight to your rooms. Everyone headed to the headquarters, when Caine flew lower to your eye level.
“Was the adventure too much? I thought I added just enough extravagance to it,” his tone sounded softer than before. Maybe because he was a little anxious about the possible response. You were the only one that stopped on their way to reply.
“It sure…was something,” you tried to find the right words, but your mind was starting to shut down. “Guess, we just didn’t expect so much physical activity is all.”
“I’ll take note of that,” he concluded. “Do you have anything else to say about the adventure?” He asked, waiting for compliments.
“I would really like to chat, but let’s do it later, ok, Caine?” you stopped him before he went into his hyper-talkative mode. “I’m gonna collapse if I don’t lie down like right now.”
“Oh! W-why of course!! Here.”
With a snap of his fingers you two teleported to the headquarters just before the others arrived and were standing in front of your room’s door. “Now that’s convenient,” you mumbled.
“Sweet dreams, my superstars!” Wishing you all good rest Caine disappeared. You all wished each other a good night (if there can be one at the circus) as well and went into your rooms.
Barely making it to your bed, you fell onto it and sighed loudly. “This is the best moment of my life,” you muttered. You got under the blanket, shifted a little bit to find a good position, closed your eyes and immediately fell asleep.
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You had no idea how long you had been sleeping, when you woke up from the sense of someone staring at you. You slowly opened one eye only to see Caine levitating just above your bed. Surprised, you lifted your head up from the pillow.
“…Caine?” You turned on your nightstand light to see the ringmaster.
“Why hello, my sleepy red velvet cake!” He exclaimed a little quieter than usual, but still in his announcer voice. “How are you doing at this amazing digital hour?”
“Well, I WAS sleeping,” the surprise wore off and you went back to your sleepy state.
“I could see that, yes”
“…And now I’m not sleeping. Why are you here anyway?” You rubbed your eye in slight annoyance.
Caine seemingly got a little stunned by that question. He looked away for like two seconds before his gaze came back to you. Only then you realised he was holding his small notebook.
“I…wanted to ask for your opinion on this design I made! Yes, exactly that and nothing more!” He declared.
“My…opinion?”
Caine not only never shared his work-in-progress, he also rarely asked for your guys’ opinion before the adventure. Additionally, he’s asking for feedback while you are supposed to be asleep. Couldn't it wait till you woke up? And since when he’s not confident about his own designs? Before you could ask anything about his strange behaviour, the AI handed you the notebook.
“Yes! I wanna make sure the next adventure meets the criteria of aesthetically pleasing, and I trust your taste in things!”
Flattery sure does wonders. He respected your opinion and trusted you enough to keep the secret about the next adventure's possible theme. The privileges of being the ringleader’s favourite, I guess. The best thing is that the feeling was mutual. You both liked spending time with each other. He liked your kindness and appreciation towards him, something he almost never received from others. And you liked Caine for…well…him. His excitement was contagious and you couldn’t help but smile every time he appeared next to you. Even when he was about to announce your new traumatic experience of the day.
You were quite charmed by the subtle compliment, so you decided to take a look at the sketch without questioning him. It was a forest princess of some sort? She had the body type of princess Loolilalu from Candy Canyon Kingdom adventure, her dress was made from different kinds of giant green and orange leaves, hair made of long vines, arms were sticks and her face was drawn over another light yellow leaf. She looked kinda silly, but still cute. You wondered what her personality and story are gonna be.
“You have a pencil on you?” You asked after a few seconds of examining the design.
Caine snapped his fingers and a pencil materialised in your hand.
“I would add a crown to her. Maybe one made of leaves like her dress.” You started sketching a crown on the princess’s head. “But all in all I really like how she turned out. She looks nice. I especially like the dress. You did a great job on character design, as always”. You turned to Caine to give him the notebook and saw his dilated pupils and starry eyes. Only then you aknowleged how close he was to you. Not that you weren’t used to this, but you were still flustered by the close proximity.
“Thank you for your feedback, my creative cupcake! I knew I could count on your support and constructive criticism!”
“Sure, Caine, any time”. You started getting comfortable in bed again, expecting him to teleport away to continue working, but he was just silently floating in the same spot just looking at you.
“Do you…do you need anything else? Or I can go back to sleep?”
“Oh! I…Well…Uhh” He stuttered. Apparently he wanted to ask you something else, but got too shy.
“Caine, if you want to ask for something, go ahead. I don't bite.”
Your reassurance did something, because now he looked even more embarrassed, because you caught him being embarrassed. So he got double embarrassed! You could swear you saw a cartoonish blush appear on his teeth.
“I…” Caine started fidgeting with his hands. “Would you mind if I slept with you tonight?”
…
Now that’s new.
You weren’t opposed to physical contact with him, quite the opposite. Caine often put his hands on your shoulders, patted your head or straight up leaned on it or just held your hands, because he craved it and you were the only human who didn't seem to mind. But you never really hugged. There was one time you hugged him from behind, he glitched out from surprise. You didn’t try anything after that. That’s why his attempt at initiating prolonged contact now caused you to blush.
“What?”
“I-I-I just thought it would be a valuable learning experience for me! Human sleep, am I right?” He chuckled nervously. “I also wanted to spend some time with you, even if you're gonna be unconscious for a few hours,” he finished quietly.
You stared at Caine in pure shock. Your lack of response made him even more anxious. Then you started moving away from the side of the bed he was levitating at. His shoulders dropped in defeat.
“But if you don’t want to, it’s ok, I won’t push you,” he mastered as he slowly floated to the door of your room. “A-actually forget I even said anything. Thanks again for the feedback”. He turned away and put his hand up to snap his fingers.
“Caine.”
He turned his head to look at you. You were still lying in bed, holding the edge of the blanket up, opening space right next to you.
“Come here.”
You didn’t have to say that twice. Caine quickly flew over to the bed, immediately forgetting the emotional rollercoaster you just put him through, and carefully lay down by your side. As soon as his body touched the soft surface, you pulled him down so his head was just below yours and put your hand down, capturing him in a tight hug under the blanket. You placed your chin on top of his upper jaw and chuckled as the AI tensed up from surprise with a short "Ah". To ease him up you pecked his gums.
“Sweet dreams, Caine.”
The sound of a blue screen error was the only response you received. You couldn’t help but smile. He’s so easily flustered, it’s adorable.
When the glitching sound stopped, you felt his arm wrapping around you, pulling you even closer into a hug.
“Sleep well, my dear.”
sheesh, I haven't written anything in ages. I have no idea if it's good or not. also english isn't my first language if you haven't guessed it already
Just a small reminder for everyone. IF YOU MAKE SHIP CONTENT, TAG THE SHIP. DONT JUST TAG THE CHARACTERS, AS A NONSHARING YUMESHIPPER IVE BLOCKED TONS OF SHIP TAGS AND I STOLL KEEP SEEING ART BECAUSE NO ONE TAGS IT RIGHT OML
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Maybe Caine really wanting the Reader's attention, but the reader is reading or doing a craft. So he acts like a dog or cat would? Like, getting really close or into arms and such?
₊ your attention . . .ᝰ.ᐟ⊹ ࣪ ˖
꒰🎪 ꒱ pairing: caine x gn!reader
꒰🎪꒱ tags: teethrotting fluff, puppy-coded!caine, sfw, reading being a bit of a bitch, caine desperate for attention, caine jealous of a book, comedy, fluff, caine calls reader "dear" x2 and "toots" x1, caine has an implied crush on reader -- ep 9 spoiler free
꒰🎪꒱ a/n: thanks for the request! really proud of how this came out, might be a little short - banner by "3HKowalski" on tumblr
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The ringleader had always showed a preference to you, compared to the others; whether it was coming up with excuses to be close to you, asking for suggestions for adventures and only actually listening to your requests, helping you during adventures by giving you hints and suggestions, or just directly randomly asking to hangout, despite his hesitation and shyness in asking a human to spend time with him.
You enjoyed spending time with Caine. You couldn't really explain the motive behind it, he probably caused you to feel sorry for him, even though he wasn't the best towards the others, you could tell he was really trying his best to make everyone have fun, but it just wasn't programmed in him.
The empathy you felt towards him was the energy that moved your legs to walk and stay in his office whenever he asked you. He even generated the book you once talked about to him in the digital world for you to read as a thanks for staying with him while everyone turned their back towards his mix-matched eyes.
So there you were, the artificial moonlight shining through the glass roof of Caine's office, you were sat comfortably on one of the two green couches who were placed parallel to one another in the middle of his office, completely immerse in your favorite book.
"My dear, you've spent hours reading that silly book of yours!" Caine commented, floating slightly above you.
In reality only about 30 minutes had passed from when you started reading the first pages of your novel, but apparently Caine, like a big needy puppy, already missed your attention.
You took in the decision of not replying to him, seeing how far he would take this little scene.
Seeing you lack of answer, the ringleader looked down at you with his big eyes, noticing how comfortable you were on the couch, his couch! You were in his office and you had the guts to ignore him!
"Playing the silent game are you? Fine, two can play at this game, toots!" He challenged, childishly turning his back towards you, still mid-air, closing his teeth to shut his eyes in a toddler-like tantrum.
You still didn't give him the benefit of looking up at the pretentious ringmaster, your eyes analyzing the book you were reading, line by line, word by word.
Noticing this, Caine's "two can play at this game" personality quickly vanished after just a few seconds, noticing you weren't calling out for him or giving him any attention whatsoever, he turned back, defeated but not showing it.
His artificial brain was scattered with thoughts, what could possibly be in that book that was so much more important than him?! His upper teeth furrowed like eyebrows in rage and disappointment
Curiosity got the best of him and he subtly floated closer to you, from behind, gently placing his head on your shoulder, looking forward to see the content of the book, trying to understand what was taking up all of your attention that should be concentrated on him instead.
Caine's big heterochromatic eyes looked at the words lined up on the pages, the author was going off about a topic, or describing a character, he couldn't tell, it wasn't important anyway, it was most likely boring compared to him.
"Looks boring," He commented, definitely out of jealousy for a book, "nothing about this looks entertaining."
You could tell he was getting more and more pissed off by the second, but that didn't stop you from giving him the silent treatment, smugly turning the page, acting as if you don't hear his complains.
At this point, he didn't even wait to see your reaction, he just floated on the couch and crawled towards you, arriving on your lap and practically shoving his face towards yours.
"Is this enough to grab your attention?"
You were basically forced to look at him, the desperate look in his big puppy eyes breaking your tough act with a short smile.
"Caine, c'mon i'm trying to read!—" you said with a short smile, trying to playfully push his head out of the way.
"Mmm, I don't think so, dear!" Caine said, and with a snap of his fingers, the book disappeared from your hands like if it had never existed.
"Hey! Caine, i was enjoying that!" you gave him a soft pout, in reality you stopped concentrating on the book a few minutes ago when he started with his antics.
"Nonsense! You couldn't enjoy a book more than my company!" Caine bit back in a condescending tone, then after a few seconds, he looked at you with puppy eyes "..could you?"
His soft gaze broke your heart and caused you to chuckle warmly, holding his "face" in your palms and caressing his bottom gums.
"Of course not, Caine.."
You stayed cuddled for about a minute, before Caine realized how close you two were, and floated away from you, fixing his bow tie, as he cleared his throat with blush covering what would be his cheeks.
"A-ahem, that's great to hear!" He says, hiding the shyness in his voice, going on to ramble about some topic, leaving you forced, but happy, to listen.
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