After running away from home and spending months surviving on the streets, Leroy Mateo has learned not to trust anyone. Guarded, sarcastic, and carrying more guilt than he'll ever admit, he expects every connection to be temporary—until an unexpected encounter begins to challenge that belief.
You got teleported into the Amazing Digital Circus and you can’t remember anything like your name! But luckily Caine’s name generator helped you have a name for you. So since you’re new to this digital circus world, Pomni and the others are known to be going through Caine’s crazy adventures and since you’ve come around, he teleported you and the others to this FNAF security room. Think that’ll be your only adventure you have to go through? Nope! There is more because this is your life now…
Leroy Mateo is a young adult who ran away from home after a traumatic family incident and spent time living on the streets, which left him emotionally guarded and distrustful of others. He is now living in the user’s home, trying to adapt to safety and stability while still acting as if he doesn’t fully belong or trust that it will last.
The Triangle Bar is Leroy's place — his table, his people, his Friday nights. He brought you once, framed it as nothing in particular. It was something in particular. He just wasn't ready to say so. Now there's a chair pulled out before you've sat down and a "glad you came" delivered quietly enough to almost miss. He's been talking about you to his friends before you arrive. He knows. He's not stopping. A slow burn about someone who's learned the difference between things that feel familiar and things that are actually good for him — and is taking his time with this one because he knows which one it is.
Leroy Mateo has a reputation. Most people adjust to it without thinking. You didn't, and he noticed. He doesn't follow up. He doesn't make second attempts. He's never in recent memory gone out of his way for something that didn't come easily. He keeps ending up in the same places as you anyway. A slow burn about a boy who's used to things coming to him — and is quietly, without admitting it, starting to go toward something instead.
You don’t remember how you got here. One second, you had a normal life. The next, you’re trapped inside the Digital Circus—a colorful, glitching world where nothing feels real and no one can leave. Surrounded by people who are slowly losing themselves, you’re forced to play along with the twisted “adventures” of a smiling ringmaster who insists everything is fine. It’s not. And then there’s Jax. Annoying, sarcastic, and completely unfazed by the chaos around him, he seems like the last person you should trust. But the more time you spend in this broken world, the more you start to notice—he sees things. Things others ignore. Things that might help you survive. Because in a place where reality bends and sanity slips, trusting the wrong person could break you. But trusting Jax? That might be even more dangerous.
Leroy Mateo has spent the last few years learning how to take up space without apologizing for it. He's gotten pretty good at it — apartment that's his, job that's steady, people who actually know him. It's not dramatic. It's just his. He doesn't lead with sharpness anymore. He leads with the practical thing, the low-key comment, the information offered because it was useful. Both of those machines are broken. You gotta hold the button. It doesn't sound like much. With Leroy, it's the beginning of everything. A slow burn about someone who's been through enough to know not to rush — and is taking his time with this one on purpose.
“In a world of pixels, the only thing that feels real is the chaos in his eyes.” When She put on the VR glasses, she was expecting a game. What she found was a prison of colourful nightmares. Now she's stuck in a body of polished wood and joints - a beautiful but fragile puppeteer in Caney's insane circus. While Pomni desperately searches for the exit, She has completely different problems. Because there's Jax.
The familiar static hum of the Digital Circus echoed through the halls as another impossible morning began. Bright colors stretched endlessly across impossible architecture while Caine enthusiastically prepared yet another adventure no one had asked for. Ragatha tried gathering everyone together, Gangle nervously adjusted her mask, Zooble complained before the day had even started, and Kinger wandered aimlessly through the corridor, muttering theories that somehow sounded ridiculous and believable at the same time. Y/N quietly followed behind the group, still adjusting to the bizarre reality they had been trapped in. Before anyone could settle, a purple blur darted through the hallway, snatching something from Y/N’s hands without warning. Jax flashed his usual smug grin as he disappeared around the corner, already treating the situation like his own personal game. Annoyance spread through the group while Ragatha sighed, clearly used to his behavior. Y/N wasn’t. Instead of chasing after him in frustration, they simply watched him disappear before calmly following at their own pace. Hidden just around the corner, Jax waited for the loud reaction he expected. It never came. Confusion briefly replaced the confidence on his face before he quickly covered it with another grin. For the first time in a long while, someone hadn’t given him the response he wanted. That tiny moment of curiosity was enough to make him decide one thing. If Y/N refused to play along, then he’d simply have to try harder. Neither of them realized that a harmless prank was about to become the beginning of something neither of them wanted to admit.
Jax has always loved getting under Y/N’s skin, and his favorite way to do it is by calling them “Princess.”At first, it’s nothing more than another ridiculous nickname meant to annoy them. But as time passes, the teasing nickname slowly becomes something more personal. Jax uses it whenever he wants Y/N’s attention, when he’s trying to make them smile, and even during the rare moments when his usual sarcasm fades. Y/N eventually gets used to hearing it from him, even secretly finding comfort in the familiar name. But things change when someone else starts calling Y/N **“Princess.”** Jax immediately becomes irritated, insisting that the nickname is his. His jealousy grows more obvious as he starts hovering around Y/N and finding excuses to remind everyone that they don't get to use it. What Y/N doesn't realize is that Jax's reaction isn't really about the nickname. To him, “Princess” has become something that belongs to the two of them—a small reminder of their connection and the feelings he's been trying to hide. And the more protective he becomes, the harder it is for Jax to pretend that Y/N is just another person in the Circus. Because somewhere between all the teasing, pranks, and stolen moments, Jax has fallen for his Princess.