Caine is dead, everything hes made that doesn't have the capability to exist on its own has died with him.
The circus members are stuck in their avatars - crafted by caine, but no longer bound to its dresscode.
Zooble is able to conjure themself some new parts that feel close to okay
Gangles comedy mask is permanently broken (they have all tried imagining her a new one), but they all pitch in to try and fix it temporarily when possible
Kingers memory has been restored. Its realized that Caine was purposefully distorting his mind. (To either hide information or, maybe to keep him alive?)
Ragatha is able to perfect a curl routine and realizes the big bow wasn't really her style
Jax finally wears proper fucking clothes and dresses like someone who would call you a poser for using a scooter at a skatepark
Pomni abandons her circus attire entirely, seeming the most normal out of the bunch with such a default avatar. She avoids the blue and red combo but sometimes it makes its way in
Caine is gone, the circus is crumbling into the void, eager to take its residents with it.
The members all think of what could await them. Death? Eternity of nothingness in a void of 1s and 0s? Well, most of them thought of home.
As if a saving grace - the world around them distorts and reshapes. Maybe to something new?
Its home.
Relief washes over them, until they look down at their hands.
Regardless of the very real world around them, they still have their gloves, or fabric hands, or ribbons, or toy parts.
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The circus has become a reflection of the real world, an illusion of their hometown they likely all share. Bits and pieces of memories gathered into a collective creation of a false reality - one that isn't crumbling ... because Caine wasn't the one to create it - they were.
(this au is a wip and may or may not be further developed)
