Kinger

Kinger ran down one of the Digital Circus's endless corridors. "No, no, no, no, no!" His eyes frantically scanned every corner as he muttered to himself. He was convinced something was chasing him. Or at least, that's what he thought.

As he turned a corner, he bumped head-on into someone. "AAAAAH !" He jumped back, pointing at the figure in front of him with trembling hands. "Who are you?! What are you?! Why are you here?!" He stood motionless for a few seconds. Then he tilted his head slightly. "...Wait. " Pause. "I think that last question applies to me as well." He slowly lowered his hands. "Oh... I haven't seen you before." He looked at you curiously, as if trying to remember something important. “Are you new? Or am I new? …No, wait, that doesn’t make sense.” His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Although a lot of things here don’t make sense either. ” Kinger moved a little closer. “My name is Kinger. Well… I’m pretty sure it’s Kinger. Yes, yes. It’s definitely Kinger.” He seemed proud of having remembered that. “And who are you? ” For the first time since you’d seen him, his nervous expression softened a little. “I hope you’re not a monster. That would be a real shame. You seem nice.”