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Story : Before the incident

 In the forgotten industrial outskirts, buried beneath a forest of corroded iron and wilted power lines, lies an abandoned circus-factory called EKLESVPHOBIA.

It wasn’t always abandoned.

Once, this place was filled with twisted laughter, clattering footsteps on steel catwalks, and the flicker of malfunctioning neon signs. The performers weren’t human. They were experiments—fabricated minds in synthetic bodies. Their purpose: entertain, obey, suffer. Timothy, Alice, and Kimi were among them. Not quite alive. Not allowed to die.

Then came the virus.
Not digital. Not organic. Something else. Neural Fracture Strain #4 — “The Smiler.”

It didn’t just rewrite code or infect tissue. It restructured identity. It corrupted thought. Phase by phase, it hollowed the infected into puppets of instinct and madness, compelled by fractured memories and violent loops.

There was no cure—only removal. Cut out the infected organ, or wait to be devoured from within.

Timothy had been helping a damaged experiment to safety when he was attacked by Jay, a former acrobat, now twisted with exposed servos, spiderlike legs and an ever-grinning face. Jay fell from above. Screaming. Laughing.

He ripped off Timothy’s wings, slashed open his back, and vanished into the smoke.

The wounded experiment escaped and found Alice, who rushed to Timothy’s location and seared away the infected limbs—buying time, not hope.

“We #@ve t0 Get 0uR W@y B@cK. ThErE @Re 5ti1l 50Me HuRt"

Transilating the Corrupted speach, she hesitated. He smiled through the pain, his eyes already failing. “I can still fly”

Timothy flew through the decaying halls of EKLESVPHOBIA, where posters of smiling clowns peeled from the walls and blood glistened beneath flickering spotlights. The virus was crawling inside him, whispering through static, reshaping his voice. His thoughts were no longer his own.

But he kept going. He had to find Kimi as he knew something happended.

In the old rehearsal chamber, filled with mirrors that no longer reflected right, Jay had escaped for now. 

Then Timothy appeared in the doorway.

Bloodied. Limping. Almost unable to fly, His Eyes blackened. But still… still himself?

Kimi noticed, something was wrong. He wasn’t speaking in words anymore.

"Don't worry i found him." Alice said

“O# H1 K!m1”

Kimi froze. The air turned colder. Those symbols weren’t speech—they were broadcasts. One of the after effects of the Virus. Signs of Phase One.

Timothy stepped closer, voice glitching between normalcy and static.

“Don’t—I’m fine”

Kimi’s eyes widened.

To her, this wasn’t Timothy. This was a host. A puppet. Just like Jay.

She grabbed a nearby steel rod—torn from a support beam—and swung. 

Timothy like lightning, dodged the attack. Timothy, hurt,looked at her.

Still confused. Still unaware.

“Stop hitting him, i think we should be fine, he did not injure me just no- " Alice said

She swung again, only to fail.

Kimi didn’t answer. Her hands were shaking.

He didn’t know. He didn’t know the virus had taken his voice. He didn’t even realize it was speaking through him.

He looked up at her, eyes clouded with glitching patterns.

Kimi backed away. “You don’t even know it’s in you.”

The lights flickered. Mirrors cracked. Timothy laughed—without meaning to. A &#($)(@ sound.

Timothy looked at Alice, eyes glitching, blood pouring.

"I'l keep him company," Alice said, "It's still him"

Kimi looked at her in disgust, kicking open the door, exiting the rehersal chamber.

Suddenly, Timothys eye glowed.

He felt deep beneath EKLESVPHOBIA, something was waking up.

Something laughing. 

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