Circuscore Stories

📞 Lost Connection: A Digital Circus Story 📞 "Ring, ring! Welcome to your new reality-please hold for an eternity!" When Phoney wakes up in the Amazing Digital Circus, they don't question it. Why their body is now a walking, talking chatter telephone? Why they can't remember their real name? Why a smiling AI ringmaster named Caine is running the show? Nope! No thinking! Thinking is bad! Instead, Phoney embraces the nonsense, cracking puns and throwing themselves into every game, every distraction-anything to drown out the creeping static at the edge of their mind. They quickly meet the others trapped alongside them: 📞 Pomni, the jittery newcomer, whose paranoia might just outmatch Phoney's. 📞 Jax, the smug trickster, who really enjoys pressing Phoney's buttons. 📞 Zooble, the walking attitude problem, who seems permanently done with everything. 📞 Gangle, the fragile and sensitive, who cries as much as Phoney's jokes. 📞 Ragatha, the ever-optimistic one, always trying to keep things from falling apart. 📞 Kinger, the pillow fort/bug-loving oddball, who's been here way too long. 📞 And then there's Caine, the Digital Circus' all-powerful, reality-bending AI. A chaotic, cheerful ringmaster with a million games, a million distractions, and zero answers. Phoney tells themselves it's all fun, all harmless-but deep down, they know better. Because sometimes, when the lights go out and the noise dies down, they find themselves alone... and that's when the static starts creeping in. They're fine. They're fine. They just have to keep moving, keep talking, keep laughing-because the moment they stop, the silence might just swallow them whole. After all, the Digital Circus may be fun and games on the surface... but every call eventually gets disconnected. (P.S All arts or any picture is not mine but if do be mine i will tell you ;D)

Some threads are spun by fate. Others, by spiders. 17 year old Nell didn't mean to vanish-she only meant to run. From the bleach-stained walls of her foster home, from the fists that struck without warning, from the silence that followed. She had no plan. Just a stolen lighter, a ragged coat, and the ache of wanting out. But fate doesn't wait for plans. A moonlit road leads her to the fading tents of Goss's Traveling Marvels, a decaying circus of broken wonders and whispered secrets. There, she meets a cast of strange performers - a bearded lady with a sad smile, a drunken fire breather, a quiet silk spinner, and a fortune teller who warns her not to stay. But it's the ringmaster, Mister Goss, who draws her in the most. Charismatic and controlling, he offers her food, shelter, and a chance to belong - if she's willing to perform. Nell becomes the circus's new tightrope walker. But her rope isn't rope at all - it's spun by the spiders that live in the shadows of the tent, and they seem to follow her everywhere. As Nell uncovers the secrets beneath the circus, she realizes she wasn't just brought here. She was chosen. And if she doesn't find a way out soon, the circus will take more than her talent - it will take her soul.

A TADC fanfic, centering around Jax and my OC, Vekvette. (Aka the reader!) Velvette didn't choose to be in this circus. She didn't even put the headset on herself. Now she's trapped in the Amazing Digital Circus. Confused, masking fear, and stuck with a sarcastic, smug rabbit who shows her what it's like to be seen... and what it's like to be broken. Paired with Jax in a childish "team bonding" adventure, Velvette expects puzzles and insults. What she doesn't expect is her trauma playing out on stage. Or that Jax has trauma of his own. When the game glitches too far, both characters come dangerously close to abstracting. They're not friends. Not yet. But they're not alone either. And in a place like this, that might just be the only thing that matters.