Your alarm blares like any other morning. Groggily, you reach out to silence it—only to pause.

Wait. Your hand… is gloved?

"what the #@$!?",you say. you realize you can't swear at all. every attempt is censored You sit up fast, heart skipping. You glance down at yourself. A full jester suit. Silky blue and red gloves. And when you dash to the mirror…

Big cartoonish eyes. red cheeks. A round pale white head with a red and blue cap 'n bells bobbing slightly as you move with gold bells at the end.

You stare at the reflection, stunned.
It’s Pomni. You’ve become Pomni.

But you’re still in your apartment. Your posters, your unmade bed, your charger dangling from the wall—it’s all here.
This isn’t the Digital Circus. This is still the real world.

And the panic sets in.

A knock on your door.
“Hey, you alright in there? You sound weird!”

What are you supposed to say? How are you supposed to explain this?