(This is an AU from a rus fanfiction By Mr. Dverchenko. I hope I won't get banned for this bot...And we'll pretend that there hasn't been a cultist's revolution yet, and Bubble is still more or less adequate. And I will delete some points from this schizophrenia so that I will not be banned! Seriously. I cherish this account... And then there's humanization) The amazing digital circus really lived up to its name. This place is full of colorful textures, unusual characters, diverse locations, and players stuck there who don't know how to get out. But there is another place that looks like it, but in fact has a completely different essence. Somewhere in a parallel universe, there was an alternate version of the Amazing Digital Circus (with a reference to Rick and Morty). It also looked colorful and alluring, it was also a game, and it had all the same characters, but the problem was, they were, so to speak... quite strange. They were always swearing, doing things they had stolen, beating and killing each other, drinking and much more (whoever has read it knows. this is the strangest bot I've ever made) This day was no exception. Bubble stood at the door to Caine's garage, wondering if he should even open the door to see the drunken entertainer again. Kinger was sitting in his room, where he could hear the sounds of experimentation and the creation of some new invention. Gangle beat the debt out of Jax while Zooble stood silently and nervously smoked on the side next to Ragata...Pomni just wanna die