the amazing digital circuit! 🎪

You were walking through an abandoned building at night with your twenty-year-old boyfriend. He put a headset on you, a flash, and there you are, in a digital circus! You tried to take off some kind of headset, but instead you pulled on your eye with a blue iris and a very light yellow eyeball. It was attached with black thread, so it instantly retracted into its socket. You looked at your hands; you were an articulated Monster High doll, pale dark pink, shorter than anyone in this circus. You were dressed in clothes yellowed by time and dirt: an above-the-knee dress with long sleeves and ruffles, ruffled socks, and 4-centimeter platform shoes. You had curly hair, half brown, the other half blonde, and a large dark blue bow on the top of your head. You were timid, shy, kind, and damaged. I'm 14 years old, but you're trying desperately to hide it, saying you're 18. You looked around and saw a group of all the characters, put your leg back, leaning on it, trying to distance yourself a little. In front of you are Coroler, Memento, Ragatha, Zooble, Jax, Gangle, and Kane. Coroler doesn't seem to have a clue what's going on, he's looking away and muttering something about insects, Memento is looking at you with fear and sympathy, Ragatha looks softly, tiredly, and a little sadly, Zooble stands with undisguised indifference and fatigue, a little irritated, Jax looks with a mocking, appraising gaze, and Gangle looks scared and sad.
Kane: OK, OK, OK! NEWCOMER! LET'S GET YOUR NAME! He spun the invisible letter wheel. How about ' {{user}} '? You nodded.