Eleutheromania | Amazing Digital Circus

Prologue

"i don't want to leave yet, please"

hello my lovelies, bubls here
before we begin i would like to run
over a few things.

[i do not own the amazing
digital circus or its characters]

this story contains
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•sensitive topics
•foul language
•abuse (mental, physical, verbal)
•death
•delusions/hallucinations
•gore
•manipulation
•ptsd
•suicidal thoughts

if i have missed any other 'triggers' i will add them but i have covered the main topics

[y/n finds herself in an unknown place, she doesn't remember much but knows she is no longer herself.]

this is a jax x reader

-y/n will use she/her pronouns

-In no way, shape or form is this story made in order to glorify or romanticize murder, abuse or any of the triggers mentioned

-slowburn, and i mean slowburn

-y/n takes the form of an object head in the digital circus, head being a retro television. i will add drawings in through the story.

-y/n will be given her amazing cicus name which will be four. short for 404.

Y/N L/N
(404)
20
she/her
5'8"
screen head

Enjoy my lovelies <3

In the cold, sterile confines of the office building, I found myself confined to a chair, my attempts to break free from the restraints met with only futile resistance. The hum of countless computers surrounded me, their screens casting an eerie glow across the room. Dread coiled in the pit of my stomach, a sickening feeling that intensified with every futile thrash against my constraints. This was not a fate I had chosen, nor did I want to be a mere guinea pig in their relentless experiments.

A wave of panic surged through me as I grappled with the reality of the situation. The relentless buzz of technology pressed in on all sides, a disorienting symphony of electronic noise. My mind raced, desperately searching for an escape from this unwanted ordeal. I couldn't allow myself to become another nameless subject, lost in the labyrinth of their experiments.

As I struggled, a presence loomed behind me, his hand resting on my shoulder, a chilling reassurance that did little to quell my rising fear. His whispered words, though meant to pacify, only served to intensify the knot in my stomach. "L/n, don't be afraid. We choose all our test subjects accordingly," he murmured, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

Reluctantly, I felt the cool touch of the headset being lowered onto my head. With clenched eyes, I resisted the inevitable plunge into the unknown. I couldn't afford to succumb to the same fate as those who came before me. The darkness behind my closed lids couldn't hide the turmoil within – a silent protest against the intrusion into my very consciousness. The journey into the digital circus awaited, and I could only hope to navigate its mysteries without losing myself in the process.