Stories about Y/n creating bonds with characters from series and films.
(I don't own the characters)
PG-13!
1. **Language:** Mild to moderate profanity, but not extreme or pervasive.
2. **Violence:** Some intense or realistic violence may be present...
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The lights of the Digital Circus pulsed in bright, dizzying colors as Y/n stood in the middle of the vast, surreal environment. The Digital Circus was a strange, overwhelming place, filled with chaotic energy. Everyone here seemed so at ease, adapting to the bizarre world with ease—everyone but her. She tried to catch her breath, but the sensation of being trapped in this weird, digital space was creeping up on her, tightening her chest.
Her heart raced, her hands trembling as the walls around her seemed to shift and warp. The laughter and noise from the other characters in the circus echoed in her mind, growing louder, distorting until it was too much. It felt like everything was closing in. She clutched her head, her vision narrowing, panic washing over her in waves.
"Y/n?" A soft voice broke through the noise, gentle and concerned.
She turned to see Gangle standing nearby, her long, ribbon-like body swaying with each movement. Gangle's face was a mask of worry, the comedy mask she wore not quite fitting the mood. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice hesitant.
Y/n shook her head, struggling to speak. "I... I can't breathe," she managed to choke out, her voice trembling. Her hands gripped her chest, as if trying to hold herself together, but everything felt like it was spiraling out of control.
Gangle's expression softened, and without hesitation, she moved closer. "It's okay. I'm here," she said, her voice steady and calming. "Just try to focus on my voice, alright? Take deep breaths, like this..." Gangle demonstrated slow, deliberate breathing, her movements smooth and unhurried, offering a clear guide in the middle of Y/n's chaos.
Y/n watched Gangle, trying to mimic her breathing, but it was hard to slow down the frantic beating of her heart. She felt like she was suffocating in this surreal, dreamlike circus, where everything was too loud, too bright, and too strange. Her hands clenched into fists as she fought against the overwhelming sensations.
Gangle noticed her struggle and gently reached out, her ribbon-like fingers lightly brushing Y/n's arm. "You're safe, Y/n. I know this place can be a lot. Just focus on me. You're not alone."
There was something about Gangle's soft, unwavering tone that cut through the noise in Y/n's mind. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the rhythm of Gangle's voice, her breath slowly beginning to sync with the careful pace Gangle had set.
"That's it," Gangle encouraged softly, her movements soothing. "In and out. You're doing great."
As Y/n followed Gangle's guidance, the dizzying blur of the Digital Circus started to fade. The lights seemed less overwhelming, the sounds a little more distant. Her breathing slowly steadied, though her chest still ached from the panic that had taken hold of her.
After what felt like an eternity, Y/n opened her eyes again. The anxiety hadn't completely vanished, but it was manageable now, no longer threatening to swallow her whole. She looked at Gangle, her voice still shaky but grateful. "Thank you... I didn't know what to do. It just... it hit me all at once."
Gangle's comedy mask tilted slightly in a compassionate gesture. "It's okay. You don't have to apologize. This place... it does strange things to all of us. But I'm here for you, whenever you need it."
Y/n wiped at her eyes, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "I thought I was going to lose it back there. Everything just felt... too much."
Gangle nodded, her ribbon-like form gently swaying as she stayed close, offering comfort in her quiet, unobtrusive way. "It happens to all of us, even if we don't show it. The Digital Circus can be overwhelming, but we can get through it together."
Y/n took a deep breath, grounding herself in the moment. The panic had passed, and while the Digital Circus was still a bizarre, unpredictable world, knowing that Gangle was there made it seem just a little less frightening.
"I'm really glad you were here," Y/n said, her voice soft but sincere.
Gangle smiled beneath her mask, her whole body radiating warmth. "Anytime, Y/n. Anytime you need me."
