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Ghostface || Gummigoo [The amazing digital circus]

The sky above the Candy Kingdom was painted in shades of cotton candy pink and sunset orange, but Gummigoo felt nothing of its charm. His mind was a whirlpool of memories and falsehoods. He had spent what felt like an eternity trapped inside this saccharine prison, plotting complex heists, orchestrating intricate missions, and outwitting candy guards with the precision of a master strategist. Yet, after falling into the Test Level and learning that his entire existence was nothing more than a scripted lie, his carefully crafted plans had crumbled like the brittle sugar castles around him. The revelation that he was merely an NPC—a character with fake memories, existing only to serve someone else's story—had shaken him to his core.

Now, his once sharp and tactical mind was clouded by an existential anxiety that gnawed at his every thought. The knowledge of his artificial existence left him questioning everything—his purpose, his actions, even his emotions. Yet there was one thing that still tethered him to a sense of reality: his sister, Y/n. She had always been his anchor, someone who reminded him of his humanity, even in this bizarre, digital world. But now, something darker had entered their lives.

The moment Gummigoo had heard of the attack, his heart dropped. Y/n had been targeted by a killer—a real one, not some fabricated digital villain, but someone who had adopted the mantle of Ghostface, leaving Y/n injured and rattled. And for the first time in a long while, Gummigoo's mind sharpened once again—not for some petty heist or mission, but for something far more important: justice.

The familiar sight of the vibrant circus tent loomed ahead, a beacon of chaotic energy in the digital landscape. Gummigoo stepped inside, the usual flashing lights and overly chipper greetings from the circus characters washing over him like static noise. His mind was focused, singular. Y/n had already reached out, asking for his help, and he couldn't—wouldn't—let her down.

As he entered the main tent, he spotted her waiting by the edge of the ring. She looked exhausted, bruises from the attack still faintly visible on her arms. But there was fire in her eyes—a determination that matched his own.

"Gummigoo," Y/n greeted him, her voice steady despite everything she had been through. "We need to stop him. We need to catch Ghostface before anyone else gets hurt."

Gummigoo approached, his usually smooth, gum-like form slightly stiffened with tension. He reached out, gently taking her hands. "Are you alright?" he asked, concern lacing his tone.

Y/n nodded. "I'm okay, for now. But whoever this is, they're not playing by the circus's rules. They're real, and they're dangerous."

Gummigoo could see the weight of the attack in her eyes, but also the resilience. He admired her strength. "We'll catch him, Y/n. I'll make sure of it."

The two of them sat down in a quieter corner of the tent, their voices low as they began to strategize. Gummigoo's tactical mind, long dulled by the existential fog that had clouded it since discovering his NPC status, flared to life. The details of the attack were laid out like pieces on a chessboard, and Gummigoo's thoughts whirred, trying to fit them together in a way that made sense.

"We know Ghostface isn't bound by the digital laws of this place," Y/n started. "He's breaking through—he's unpredictable, and he can appear anywhere."

Gummigoo's eyes narrowed. "If he's breaking the rules, then he's vulnerable. He's not following the script, which means he's more like us than he knows. We can use that against him."

Y/n looked at her brother, seeing the old strategist in him re-emerge. "How do we trap him?"

"We need to make him think he's winning," Gummigoo replied, the gears in his mind turning. "We'll create a scenario where he believes he's in control, but the moment he lets his guard down, we'll strike. He'll be forced to play by our rules."

Y/n nodded, trusting her brother's instinct. "And what about Pomni? Should we involve her?"

Pomni, ever cautious and withdrawn, had struggled to make connections with the others. But Y/n knew that if anyone could reach out to her, it would be Gummigoo. After all, he had once been seen as antagonistic, too, before Pomni had come to understand his inner turmoil.

Gummigoo sighed. "Pomni's in her own struggle right now, but I think she could help. If I talk to her, make her see that we're all fighting our own battles, maybe she'll be willing to join us."

The circus tent was quiet, a stark contrast to the usual chaos. Y/n and Gummigoo waited in the shadows, their plan ready to spring into action. Pomni had agreed to help, her fear outweighed by the desire to stop Ghostface from hurting anyone else. They had set the bait—a carefully orchestrated series of events that would draw Ghostface in, luring him into a false sense of security.

And sure enough, as the lights dimmed and the tension thickened, Ghostface emerged from the darkness, his signature black cloak blending into the shadows. He moved with precision, like a hunter stalking its prey. Y/n was the target once again, standing in the center of the tent, seemingly alone and vulnerable.

But this time, she wasn't alone.

The moment Ghostface made his move, Gummigoo sprang into action. His form twisted and stretched, using his gum-like abilities to ensnare the killer, trapping him in a web of sticky tendrils. Y/n quickly backed away, her heart racing as she watched her brother expertly maneuver the trap.

Pomni, from her hiding spot, activated the final phase of the plan—a series of circus mechanics that Caine himself had created, now turned against Ghostface. Bright lights flashed, and metal bars descended, caging the killer in.

"You thought you could keep breaking the rules," Gummigoo said, his voice cold as he approached the struggling Ghostface. "But this time, we made the rules."

Ghostface thrashed, but it was no use. He was caught, his reign of terror over. Y/n stepped forward, her breath finally releasing in a long, relieved sigh.

"We did it," she whispered.

Gummigoo, still keeping his eyes on the killer, nodded. "We did."

In the aftermath, the circus tent returned to its usual vibrancy, but the weight of what had happened still lingered. Y/n and Gummigoo stood side by side, their bond stronger than ever. They had faced something real, something terrifying, and had come out on the other side victorious.

As they looked out at the Digital Circus, Y/n smiled softly at her brother. "You always know how to make a plan work."

Gummigoo returned the smile, though his mind still lingered on the deeper questions that plagued him. His existence might have been a lie, but his love for his sister—his determination to protect her—was the one truth he could hold onto.

And for now, that was enough.