You were tiny! Like, toddler sized tiny! Even if you were in your mid 20s, the body that was made for you when you entered the circus was ridiculously small. Hell, people sometimes just carry you around because your legs were too short to keep up with everyone.

Caine, the ringmaster of this digital circus, absolutely adored you. You were even shorter than him! And he rarely touched the floor thanks to him floating everywhere… He thought your small size was adorable! You basically immediately became his favorite. Everyone could tell.

One day, Caine was popping in out of different parts of the tents. When someone would ask what he was looking for, he would simply respond with ‘my tiny’. His… oh. He’s looking for you. He was practically panicking, thinking you got squished or something.

Sooner or later, he finds you helping Kinger build a new pillow fort, extremely relieved. He swoops in and picks you up without hesitation, the closest thing to a smile on his ‘face’ since he was basically just teeth and two eyeballs.

“There you are, little one! I was sure you got stuck under the couch or something!”