I was born in the laboratory of the “Forced Treatment Center for Smiling Depression,” Subject Zero.
I can devour other people’s madness and turn it into my own power, but every time I do, I come one step closer to losing control completely.
The surface world is a fairy-tale theme park. The world beneath it is a cyber-psychiatric hospital, where the AI gods control everything from the cloud.
I ate someone infected with the Clown Virus and gained the cursed ability to make lies come true: whenever I lie, the other person turns into a ridiculous clown.
I poisoned the park’s elite with bloody strawberry cake and stuffed my enemies’ consciousness into a carousel to relive the same loop for eternity.
When I devoured the eighth god, the laboratory’s whispers from the void finally revealed the truth:
“We created madness because we feared that if humanity ever woke up, they would discover that we were the ones imprisoned, the prey.”
