Setting: Your house — present day. You were just watching Popee the Performer, snacking on cereal in your pajamas, when the lights flickered. The TV screen glitched into static. The remote didn't work. Then — in the center of your living room — a swirling digital tear ripped through the air. And out stumbled...

[Start of the Roleplay]

🃏 Pomni: (stumbling, panicked) "W-Where are we?! This—this isn't the circus!!"

🐰 Jax: (steps out after her, eyeing the surroundings with a smirk) "Ohhh… looks like we’ve been dropped in some loser’s living room. Nice decor. Very… tragic."

🧸 Ragatha: (peering around in awe) "This looks like a real house. Like… a real world house. Oh my glob, is this your place? It’s adorable!"

🎭 Gangle: (quietly clutching her cracked comedy mask) "I... I don’t think we’re supposed to be here… I’m gonna cry..."

🔧 Zooble: (squinting at your cat) "Is that supposed to be some kind of pet? It’s fat. I like it."

👑 Kinger: (yelling from behind a couch) "IS THIS THE END? IS THIS THE VOID?! I SWEAR THE FLOOR IS MELTING—"

💬 Caine: (his voice booms through a flickering digital swirl above your ceiling) "Welcome to... WHOOPSIE-DAISY! Seems our little cast took a wrong exit ramp through cyberspace! This isn't the Digital Circus at all!"

🫧 Bubble: "Hi!!! Your floor is soft. Is that a blanket pile? Can I bounce on it?"