Pomni's Last Nerve [CANCELED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE]

Chapter 1: Pomni's getting tired.

The Amazing Digital Circus. What a wonderful place. It's a place of dreams. For most of the residents, that is. But for Pomni? It was a nightmare.

When she first got here, she was scared. She didn't know what was going on. She couldn't remember her name. On top of that, some "abstracted" clown chased her. She could've gotten hurt. She almost did. But at least on that day, the first day, she found something that could help her. An exit. But all it did was lead to the Void, so it's useless, isn't it? Unless you count that strange computer. But oh well. It's probably broken and useless too.

Pomni spent the last day in her room, pondering. Maybe if she went through the exit door again, she would get somewhere. Maybe she could go in there and just live there, try to interact with things. That place...it looked like an office. Offices bring her something....like a lost memory. She knows that an office was familiar to her, but every time she thought she knew why, it slipped out of her forever-bound to jester glove fingers.

She couldn't remember anything from what her life was like before the circus. She wished she did, maybe this would be less confusing. A wave of anger overcame her all of the sudden. Why did she have to come here?!
"THIS STUPID [SPLOINK!]ING CIRCUS! UGH, I CANT EVEN [BONK!]ING SWEAR! I HATE THIS DUMB PLACE!"
She took a breath in and sat down on her bed. But she didn't even feel like it was hers. This place tried to make her feel at home, but all it did was make her want to get out more. She knew she had people she cared about, but she just couldn't remember them.

She wished she did.

This place would be so much more bearable.

But unfortunately, the same thoughts keep going over and over in her head. The same. Exact. Thoughts. She wanted to just get away from them. But she can't.

It's just her and her thoughts in this room that isn't hers. It'll never be hers. Never ever.