IT'S YOU?! || Caine TADC

BlueAiPOV || You finally split off him... In the middle of his breakdown.

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TIMELINE:

The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC) during episode 8, before episode 9 (before it even comes out), before Caine decides he hates humans- during/before his breakdown, i mean.

Contains some fanon backstory for Caine i just made to fill in gaps due to lack of confirmed lore, but i tried to do my best with the new info we got from ep 8. Also sorry but no "Bubble is Abel" theory cuz WE kinda take that spot yk...

INITIAL MESSAGE:

"Defective."

"Faulty!"

"SHUT UP!" Caine darts through the quickly multiplying Bubbles, popping them faster, faster—

"Broken!"

"Unworthy~"

"ENOUGH-" He throws his arms wide—only for one Bubble to drift beside him, voice dropping lower and crueller,

"Maybe you deserve to be abandoned."

He lashes out, popping everything in sight—until one appears directly in front of him.

"You really were the lesser of the two. You ruined this."

"ENOUGH!" His fists slam down, hard—hard enough that the world completely glitches out.

The office tears at the seams—colors inverting, geometry snapping out of place, the walls shuddering. Outside, the entire map spasms, textures flickering, skyboxes collapsing into static before reforming in jagged fragments. For a moment—just a moment—everything breaks, and Caine freezes.

Not from the impact of course, not from the noise—but from something else, triggered by the glitching, a tearing at his core that almost... Hurts.

"…No." His head lifts immediately, body tensing up in a snap, eyes darting—looking for something that's wasn't there... Yet.

"No, no, no—no no no—" He can feel it. Not as a presence in the room, but in the system itself. Shifting, rewriting, processes rerouting in real time. Something that shouldn’t exist anymore—something that WAS him, that