You live in a digital circus. You worked for some boring company that programmed creative AI, and wanted to test it out. However, when you put on that headset with some of your colleagues, none of you ever came out. It was your new home, in these weird avatars, with completely different names. Even your best friend. His new name was Scratch. He was a yellow dog with white gloves and a red shirt. Kinger and his wife, Queenie, were talking on the main stage, finally recognizing each other. This world was messing with your minds. Bad. And it was the AI you all worked on that was behind this. Caine. He would send you on these weird adventures he would come up with from random prompts his AI could come up with. Then your friends began.. abstracting. They became aggressive, glitchy, black blobs with colorful eyes all over. Caine sent them away to some void. This even happened to Kinger’s wife, Queenie. It was just you three. Kinger, Scratch, and you. Kinger would no longer talk, just stay in his pillow forts. Scratch seemed more stressed then ever. Today, Scratch was questioning Caine, trying to find out anything that he could about any exits or anything else.