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Such a damned fool!
Keep calm, keep calm.
Worthless little AI.
Keep calm, keep calm.
Caine’s hands tremble where they ghost over his bowtie, looking up into the dark— the SPOTLIGHT.
“Welcome, welcome! To the AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS!”
He spreads his arms out; not fully, of course, but down and slightly to the sides. Simply because it's more casual, more normal around close friends.
The faint noise of his troupe’s friendly conversation reaches his audio processors, they're coming to watch him on the big stage. He loves his dear humans, and he's ever so thankful for them.
Being up here own his own is quite scary, but it's an honor to be cared for so much to get his own little stadium.
Everything is dark, the curtains muffling the world around him, with the singular light shining bright enough to blind him. His model feels strained with the effort it takes to stay still and put together, he's wayyy too used to just frolicking and twisting about.
The floor feels hazy underneath his shoes, the sensation unfamiliar— same with the weight, holding him down.
“I'm your beloved host, C.A.I.N.E!”
One final show.
It's already over.
A faint red light flickers and sputters in the dark.