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In the middle of the night, suddenly someone knocks hard on the door to the characters’ room. They get tired of opening it (no one sleeps anyway lol) and see there... a human..? A frightened, beaten and tired human. But alive. Not a strange shape, a real person. This human suddenly bursts into the room and closes the door. And when they start questioning the unnamed guests, the characters realize it's their s/o

As it turned out, the reader could not stand it and abstracted, and instead of turning into a monster, after a persistent attack they turned into their human form. As soon as Caine found out about this, for some reason he was very doubtful and is now looking for a reader to quickly destroy them. That’s why they came to theirs room. To hide.

(jax, kinger, pomni and ragata) I would like a romantic one

TADC & Reader who abstracted into a human.

fandom: the amazing digital circus

relationships: gangle, jax, kinger, pomni, ragatha, zooble (romantic)

warnings: uh nothing, i don't think?

notes: what a cool idea!! i decided to add zooble and gangle here, hope you don't mind! but i might edit zooble's part, i don't like how it turned out... also these headcanons imply to already be in an established relationship.

Gangle.

Gangle felt (what would be) her heart quicken in pace when she heard someone knocking at the door late at night, fearing that Jax might have shown up to cause trouble.

She tried to stay still and keep her eyes closed, hoping that the persistent knocking would stop. But when it showed no signs of abating, she finally broke and reluctantly opened the door. To her surprise, it was you on the other side — a stranger, she thought.

With no time for her to voice her concerns, you hurriedly steered her back into her room, accidentally knocking her mask off in the process.

"Gangle, it's me," you said in a low tone, your grip on her shoulders firm. Her hands flew up to her mouth and she emitted a small squeak, clearly overwhelmed by the pressure.

In a barely audible whisper, she asked who you were and what was going on. The sound of her distressed voice causes you to loosen your grip, eyes softening.

"It's me... the real me."

Gangle is overwhelmed by your new appearance, taking in every detail of your new face, her eyes darting up and down as she struggles to comprehend what she's seeing.

You try to tell her that you were abstracted, but she doesn't believe you. I mean, could you blame her? As far as she knew, abstracted individuals were only ever glitchy black blobs with an unusually high number of eyes.

Despite her initial skepticism and lack of comprehension, she comes to the realization that you weren't lying, even though the concept was utterly unbelievable to her.

When she first saw you, her mind immediately went to the thought that you were another character altogether, having long forgotten what humans actually looked like. Seeing what the love of her life really looked like sent her into tears. Well, even more tears.

"Y-You're so stunning," Gangle tearfully whispered, her hands gently cupping your face as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Not knowing quite how to handle the situation, you too became emotional, crying alongside her in a moment of shared vulnerability.

After the moment of emotional outpouring had subsided, you came to the realization that you had neglected to inform her about the fact that Caine was actively searching for you. You came here to hide, consumed with fear about what he might do to you if he found you.

The news that you were hiding from Caine proved to be far too much for Gangle to process at once, leaving her utterly distraught and in hysterics.

Shs was already overwhelmed with the fact that you practically admitted to giving up before you came here — she thought you could've held on for her, because she held on for you. However, she didn't want to make this about herself and kept quiet... not like she would've spoke up about such, anyways.

"W-What can I do to help you?" Gangle asked with a trembling voice, tears streaking down her cheeks.

"Please, hide me," you begged her as she wiped her eyes. "Let me hide in your room — a-and don't tell Caine where I am." With the desperation and panic in your words far too much to handle, she reached out to pull you into a comforting hug.

Gangle swore to protect you — even if she was weak, even if she was overwhelmed, even if she was confused... even if it was the last thing she'd do.

Jax.

When he first heard knocking on his door, Jax thought that it was nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, he was confused, but laziness got the best of him, and he couldn't be bothered to get up. Besides, if you were the one knocking, you would have simply unlocked the door — considering that he gave you the key to his room.

The banging on his door refused to cease, and Jax began to be filled with annoyance. Resolving to put an end to the noise, he hastily made his way to the door and unlocked it.

Upon opening the door with quickened pace, he was greeted by a figure trying barge in seemingly against their better judgement. He was quick to react, immediately holding their hands above their head and dangling them like a dog toy.

"What's got you so antsy, eh?" Jax teased with a sly grin on his face. He tilted his head to one side as the figure hung their head low, legs attempting to kick his.

"Let me in, Jax! Please!"

As his name left the person's lips, the rabbit's eyes widened with suspicion. Without hesitation, he began to hold his guard up around the unfamiliar face, wary of their intentions and motivations. He was quick to demand who they were, shaking them around like tape stuck to his hand.

Then, your name left their lips. The unexpected mention of your name causes Jax to instinctively back away, turning to slam the door shut behind him with a loud thud.

"I'll ask ya this again, who are you?" Jax questioned, throwing the figure to the ground. He lowered his head and stared down at the intruder, who let out a small yelp and lifted their arms in surrender.

"How d'ya know our names?" He asked, this time defensive over the fact that they had brought you into this.

"You... don't recognize my voice?"

The realization soon set in, and his expression melted into one of confusion as he began to bombard you with questions about your new appearance.

As Jax continued to fire off the questions, you found yourself able to provide concise and satisfying answers quickly, without much of a struggle. However, every now and then, you were slightly tripped up by your anxiety-induced stutter.

When you began to explain your transformation into a human, Jax nodded along — gaze fixed on you. Despite his initial shock at the revelation, he wasn't overly concerned about your new appearance. Like, wow you're how you looked before you came here and remember your real name? That's cool, but you fucking abstracted to get like this?

He's a bit upset, knowing that you gave up so easily when there were still many ways to combat your decline to insanity and the challenges that came with it.

"Yeah, ya've definitely changed a little bit." He dryly joked, staring at you with a twinge of frustration washing over him.

You didn't laugh, knowing that he was upset. He doesn't outright say it, but you know what he wants to say.

"Why did you give up?"

In an attempt to shift the atmosphere and his anger off of you, you decided to bring up the topic of Caine — who you knew was actively looking for you, and you had no idea what he would do to you.

Upon learning of the ringmaster's pursuit, his expression turned sour. Without a moment's hesitation, he reached his hand behind his back, pulling out a sizable set of keys and presenting them to you.

However, as his hand reached out to offer you the keys, you quickly shook your head, trying to reason with him that you were safer in his room.

"Are ya sure?" He whispered in a low tone, looking you in your eyes. "I have keys everywhere, y'know. I can easily hide ya inna room more obscure, keep ya safe from chompy."

"But I'm safe here."

He wanted to trust your words, but he couldn't.

Not after you said that you'd never give up. You promised you'd never abstract, that you'd never lose grip of this reality.

"...Well, s'pose I trust you, lovedoll."

He kept his mouth shut.

Kinger.

When Kinger first heard the panicked banging at his door, he rushed out of bed to unlock it.

He has this weird instinct to confront his fears before running away from them, such as the time when he sprinted towards a "sentient" bouncy ball Caine had made for an in-house adventure, only to flee from it seconds later. That's basically what he had planned to do with you, too.

Nevertheless, in contrast to many other non-playable characters Caine generates, you proved to be quicker and more adroit — you instantly grasped him before he had a chance to sprint away.

"Kinger, please be quiet," you murmured into the emptiness of his room, voice barely audible. Heaving your weight upon him, you pinned him to the floor of the room.

"W-Who... what...?!" He shrieked, and your palms instantly moved to cover where his mouth would be in hope to stop him from making any further noise.

"Calm down, Jumpy."

When hearing the nickname that only you use on him, he becomes more at ease. As his body relaxes and his gaze focuses on you with narrowed eyes, he can't help but wonder what he's looking at.

Similar to Gangle, he's completely forgotten what a human looks like. However, unlike her, who eventually came to the realization that you were a human, Kinger is completely oblivious to your identity.

At first, his initial assumption was that you had gotten a massive update or something, and that's why your appearance had changed. As you break the news to Kinger that you've abstracted back into a human, his face fills with shock and disbelief.

Sure, he is surprised that you've abstracted back into human, but on top of that, he's more surprised at how strange humans actually look. Like, he used to look like you? That's strange.

"Boy, you look weird." He mutters to himself quietly, his eyes fixed on your skin. He seems utterly fascinated by the way it looks and feels, poking it with his fingers.

"Um, thanks?" You laugh.

You spend several minutes attempting to bring Kinger back to reality. You poke him, you pat him, and you tickle him. None of these seem to get his attention, so you resort to cupping his face with your hands. Finally, he looks at you, before suddenly screaming in terror.

You quickly explain to Kinger the dire situation with Caine, explaining how you came to him in hiding from the ringmaster. As you speak, your voice turns to desperation, your fear evident in your words. He ultimately becomes speechless, unsure of what to say.

You want to have him protect you? He can do that! You wanna hide out with him? Sure, get inside his pillow fortress! You want to run away from Caine because you're scared of the inevitable torture he would probably put you through because of your "human abstraction" and you can only rely on Kinger for some reason? Great idea!

"There's no way he can find you in there. He would have to look high and low, you know!" Kinger says, patting the pillows that surround you. He gestures around your new "bed" with a grin indicated with his eyes, seemingly quite confident in its ability to conceal you from Caine's search.

"Thanks, Kinger..."

"It's my responsibility as king to protect my royal counterpart! Say, you wouldn't happen to have my glorbo in there? Oh, and my digital plate of digital mashed potatoes that I'm trying to digitally rot."

His ramblings fall deaf on your ears.

Pomni.

The knocking at her door irritates her to no end, and she's quick to open it. She doesn't want the constant banging to play on repeat in the back of her mind, it'll probably just drive her to the brink of abstraction.

Rapidly crossing the distance from her bed to the door, she swings it open, annoyed at the incessant knocking. As she stares up at the towering figure before her, the realization set in that it was the same species she was, er, once was.

She panicked, unsure of what was going on. However, she became even more panicked when your voice left the lips of the human before her.

"W-What the %$!# is going on?" She stumbles backwards, confusion and fear etched onto her face.

"Pomni, it's me." The voice of her lover was escaping past their lips, and she had no idea why or how.

"Listen to me, please."

When you explain to her the process of how you've abstracted back into a human, she can't help but feel even more confused than before.

Based on everything she's seen and heard, abstraction was supposed to be a completely different thing, and not something that could just be reversed — hell, not something that could turn you back into a human. She can't quite wrap her head around the concept you're explaining, feeling lost as she gazes upon your new form.

As you speak to Pomni about your transformation, she gazes upon your human form with jealously. She feels a sense of unfairness, unable to process the sudden change you had and her being stuck as whatever she currently was. Her expression twists into one of defeat, lips trembling.

In spite of her growing resentment and frustration, she is quick to pick up on your desperation and sense your fear. As such, she refrains from saying anything further, recognizing that it would only make the situation worse for you. Instead, she simply stares at you, not wanting to escalate anything further.

Her shoulders tense as she processes the revelation that Caine was actively hunting you, and that you had chosen her room to take cover. She had been caught off guard by your sudden appearance as a human, and now the prospect of her lover being caught by him had left her feeling overwhelmed and scared.

Her voice becomes increasingly agitated as she realizes the gravity of the situation. "I-I don't know what I should do." She stammers, her fingers clutching at her face as she stares at you with wide, terrified eyes.

"He's going to check my room, I know he is. He'll find you, h...he'll kill you, I-I don't know!"

She's determined to keep you safe, but she quickly becomes a mess, her thoughts racing around at a hundred miles per hour. This causes her to overanalyze every single aspect of your hiding strategy, from where to how you hide. She's a mess, but she wants to keep you safe from Caine.

As Pomni processes your situation, her emotions shift once again, feeling a growing sense of determination to help you. With your safety as a priority, she internally vows to try her hardest to not only find an exit for herself, but to keep you safe as well.

The thought of you being harmed at Caine's hands is an abhorrent notion, and she is more than willing to do whatever it takes to prevent such a scenario.

Pomni grabs you by the arm, her expression determined as she leads you to the toybox. Despite your protests, she continues to push you inside, shutting the lid as fast as she opened it. She then takes a moment to gather her composure, her breath coming in short bursts as she looks over the toybox.

"N-No, that won't do at all..."

As she realizes that the toybox wasn’t the most secure option, Pomni quickly pulls you out and begins to frantically search for a new hiding spot.

She continues to utter panicked mutters, her eyes darting around the room in search of a suitable place to stash you. Her mind seems to be racing, as she tries to come up with a solution as quickly as she can.

"Pompom, calm down..."

She can't, not when she's scared for your safety.

Ragatha.

When Ragatha heard the continuous knocking at her door, she initially hesitated, reluctant to leave the comfort of her bed at this late hour. However, the persistence of the sound urged her to action, and she quickly sprang out of bed to investigate the source of the disturbance.

Instead of the usual sight of Pomni in her doorway, asking for assistance due to having "frew up", Ragatha was greeted by a surprising and somewhat jarring appearance.

"Please, Ragatha, let me in..." Despite the confusion, she seemed to respond to the desperation in your voice, taking your hand into hers.

The distress on your face would be obvious to anyone, and your grip on her hand seemed to indicate a desperate need for comfort.

"Come in, sweetie..."

As soon as you spoke, Ragatha recognized your voice and quickly realized that you weren't just a random stranger at her doorstep. When she met your glossy eyes, she began to wonder what the hell happened to you and why you were on the brink of tears.

In that moment, you were a complete wreck... your emotions pouring out as she rubbed circles on your back, whispering soothing words and comforting pet names in your ear. You clung to her tightly, your entire body shaking as you tried to calm down, finally feeling safe in her embrace.

When you cried, it seemed as though all of your emotions flooded your body, making it difficult for you to get the words out smoothly. Ragatha held you tighter, her hands working hard to comfort you, her voice gentle and reassuring, even as you rambled on about your recent experience.

The look on her face showed that she was quite surprised that you had abstracted into a human, but you couldn't see it. She wouldn't let you see her expression, not when she felt like sobbing with you. Ragatha remained relatively still, her words few and far between, seeming to be at a loss for them as she tries to make sense of the situation.

However, her small gestures revealed that she was concerned and caring towards you, trying her best to comfort you even though she didn't fully understand what was happening. She provided you with reassurances, promising to do her best to keep you safe from Caine, even though she didn't have a full understanding of why he was targeting you. It's not like you did, either.

"Look, honey..."

Ragatha guides your gaze towards her, a tender expression on her face as she wipes away your tears with her thumbs.

"I will protect you."

Zooble.

Zooble is the quickest of the bunch to respond to the disturbance at the door, detaching their arm from the socket of their body to answer the knocking. The hand that opens the door tries to grab you around the neck, clearly upset at having been woken up in the middle of the night.

The moment you let out a panicked plea, the hand immediately loosens its grip on your neck, allowing you to breathe again. Soon, you hear the sound of someone, obviously Zooble, moving rapidly from within the room and towards the door.

As they see you standing at the entrance with the appearance of a human, they seem to have a moment where they question their sanity.

"What... the %$!# happened to you?" Zooble muttered with wide eyes. They seem to have completely forgotten about the fact that they tried to strangle you a few moments ago.

"Help me..."

They're quick to grab both of your shoulders, pulling you inside with an almost desperate urgency.

As soon as you're pulled inside, Zooble begins bombarding you with questions, hand gripping you tightly. The tone of their voice is intense, as if they are desperate to get some answers from you.

When you explain the whole situation to them, their eyes only seem to grow wider, as if they're having a hard time wrapping their head around the reality of what you're telling them. To them, the idea of abstracting into a human is completely new, and they seem almost unable to believe that it's actually possible.

Once you finish explaining everything, their rage starts to dissipate. Despite their initial anger at you for abstracting, they eventually come to terms with what's happened and begin to see things from your perspective.

You mention Caine, and their demeanor changes almost instantly. They go from having a calm and understanding demeanor to one of tension and concern. Zooble seems to understand the gravity of the situation, and the possibility that Caine could be a real threat to you. They take a moment to process everything you've told them, trying to make sense of the situation and what to do next.

Their tone begins to soften, and they begin to offer you support. While they may not have all the answers, they're willing to help and support you in any way they can.

"Maybe... we pretend that you're a new character." They suggest, their voice low, as if they don't want anyone else to hear their plan. They look into your eyes, clearly trying to see if you're on board with the idea.

"I don't think Caine knows what a human actually looks like."

#the amazing digital circus x reader #tadc x reader #gangle x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #zooble x reader #x reader #reader insert

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rhystial · 6 months

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2222 words for a request, and i only have gangle, jax, kinger done... oh lord.

#rhysrambles

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asking if social anxiety reader will get a part 2..? just asking lol 😭

i mean, how would i write such?

originally wanted it to be left up to interpretation on what happens next, but i also didnt plan on so many people liking it!!!

if i were to do a part 2, would people like to see headcanons before the readers abstraction, or if they were to get unabstracted? would people like a drabble leading up to the events? i dont know how to continue!! you can send another ask if need be :)

#rhysasks

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rhystial · 6 months

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woah i came back to so many notifications thank you guys i will work on requests soon !!! thank you!!!

#rhysrambles

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Jax & Reader with Social Anxiety.

fandom: the amazing digital circus

relationship: jax (romantic/platonic)

warnings: bullying, victim blaming, (spoiler: abstraction)

let me know if more warnings need to be added!

notes: this can be seen as both platonic and romantic!! however, i tried to make it more in character... so he's kind of an ass. definitely not healthy but yeah, might make a happy version

self indulgent. i love torture

From the moment he set eyes upon you, Jax was quick to notice your soft appearance, your timid nature, and your quiet demeanor. Your lack of confidence, your fear of standing up for yourself, and your inability to speak your mind painted a target on your back that he couldn't ignore.

He could sense that you were vulnerable, so he decided to use that to his advantage. For Jax, you were an easy target, someone he could easily dominate and manipulate at will. He took advantage of your anxiety, asking you for favors, making unreasonable demands, and ultimately using you in whatever way he desired, without regard for your feelings.

"Yo, mind helping me out with the next in-house adventure? I feel like you owe me a favor for today," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"But you didn't do anything..."

"Hm, wha'd'you say?" He questioned in a cocky manner, feigning innocence. "I didn't quite catch it, try speaking up."

As time passed, Jax's actions began to weigh heavily onto his conscience. The more he thought about what he's done to you, the more guilt he began to feel.

Jax knew that what he was doing was wrong, he was being a piece of shit just because he could. However, he didn't want to admit that he was being a douche to you for no good reason, oddly enough. Instead, he made up excuses to justify his behavior, something he never did with the other members in the circus.

"They looked at me with a weird look today, that clearly deserves a lengthy visit." He would say to himself, knowing damn well that all you did was offer a weaker smile than you usually do.

Jax was determined to make it seem like you were to blame, even though deep down, he knew that wasn't true. He tries his best to come up with excuses and rationalizations for his attitude towards you, all in an attempt to make himself feel better. It frustrates him just how much you get under his skin without even knowing.

"Well, 's not my fault you're easily scared." He shrugged, raising his arms up in a weak attempt to defend himself.

"...You threw knucklebones at me. I... didn't even say anything to provoke you."

"I said what I said."

As Jax continued to be cruel to you, he began to find himself becoming attached. It started out in small ways — like asking the others where you were when you weren't around, asking for your opinion on things, and generally hanging around you more. You became the center of his attention, the object of his affection and the target of his cruelty.

However, if anyone else, whether intentionally or unintentionally, were to harm you in any way, Jax gets extremely possessive. He insists that he was the only one who should be hurting you, that he was the one who had the right to do it.

"Gangle cut ya, y'shouldn't be hanging around her." Jax said, lips curling into a tense smile. He stood tall and imposing, his eyes fixed on you, studying your reaction to his words.

"I-I tripped over Pomni and fell on Gangle's mask... it wasn't her fault." You desperately tried to explain, waving your arms around frantically.

"So it was Pomni's fault."

Although he sometimes comes across as cold and detached, he does care for you. He's just never fully learned how to express his feelings in a way that's both honest and genuine, without it sounding overly sappy or corny.

Jax considers you the first person he's met in this digital world that he actually enjoys spending time with, even though you don't necessarily feel the same way.

He wants to be liked by you, but he feels that he has missed his chance to gain your trust. He doesn't want to hurt or offend you in any way, but he doesn't know how to make it right. He can't go back in time and erase the mistakes that he has made, and he feels like his only option is to keep up the same behavior as before. So, he does.

Every time Jax sees you, he feels a twinge of guilt. He knows that he's messed up, but he doesn't know how to change things. He was too far gone to stop the cycle of his own doing, his pride wouldn't let him stop his cruelty towards you.

"Uhh, anyone home?" Jax knocked on the door to your room, a slight glimmer of concern in his eyes as he twirled your key in his hand.

"Y'haven't left yer room in days, did I go too far?" He laughed, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest. Jax gives an exhausted sigh at the lack of response, before getting down on his knees to the lock on your door. With an almost automatic movement, he slides the key into the lock, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Surely ya can find it in yer heart to forgive me, pipsqueak." His hand turns the key slowly, the lock clicking as it opens. He pushes the door open, and walks in without waiting for an invitation.

As he stepped inside, Jax was met with a dozen pairs of eyes staring back at him.

"%$!#..."

Perhaps he should have put aside his pride, and instead made an attempt to reach out to you.

#the amazing digital circus x reader #tadc x reader #jax x reader #headcanon #x reader #reader insert

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Jax and The Box.

fandom: the amazing digital circus

relationship: jax (romantic/platonic)

warnings: yandere, manipulation (+ emotional), isolation, kinda bullying?? it's jax man idk

let me know if more warnings need to be added!

notes: this is me testing my characterization of jax, i'm so sorry it's short and probably ooc!!! i promise once i write more of him, he will be near canon!!

ignore the plotholes... might edit this book to fix them... maybe

also reader is a jack-in-the-box :)

cross-posted from my ao3.

You've discovered that counting the days you've been stuck here is surprisingly therapeutic.

The act of keeping track of time, the passage of each day, and the steady increase in numbers is actually calming to you. It provides a sense of order and purpose in an otherwise chaotic and uncertain situation.

However, there is one individual who, sadly, has been known to disturb this peaceful atmosphere from time to time.

"Heeeey, newbie!" The words stretched out into the still air, seemingly echoing with the sound of anticipation.

Your body tensed up in response, ready to either fight or run (well... hop away, since your body didn't quite have legs), depending on the situation. You looked around, scanning the still unfamiliar surroundings for the man who had called out to you.

You had always found Jax's careless and sarcastic attitude to be a bit much, especially in these quiet moments. You were grateful for the moments of peace that you were able to indulge in, but his sudden, loud voice always seemed to ruin the tranquility.

"Hey... Jax." Your words were slow, measured, as if you were gauging his intentions before fully acknowledging his presence. The weary expression on your face was apparent, as if you were exhausted from the day's events and uncertain of how to proceed.

"Y'know, I've been looking for you!" His voice held a hint of playfulness, but the smile that spread across his face was somewhat forced.

As he stepped closer, you instinctively hopped back, your body responding on its own to the sudden invasion of your personal space.

"Oh... have you?" You managed to let out a weak chuckle, the tension in your voice palpable as you uttered.

"Sure have," he purred, "you're quite hard to find — even with that big crate of yours." His tone was full of a peculiar mix of amusement and malice, as if he were toying with you like a cat with a ball of yarn.

As his hand leaned over to pat the side of your box, you felt a wave of unease wash over you, like a storm was brewing inside you. He was too close, and you could feel his breath on your skin. The rhythmic patting was almost hypnotic, but you knew that it was a ploy to distract you and get too close for comfort.

Despite the conflicting emotions, you couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that he was right — you had been hard to locate, it was on purpose.

But somehow, he had managed to find you.

"Anywhoooo," he trailed off with a low hum, snapping you out of your thoughts, "Caine wanted me to grab ya n' whatnot... says there's a new game to be played with 'nother newbie."

You could only stare at him in stunned silence, your brows furrowed and your mind racing as you tried to make sense of his words.

"A new person?" you repeated back to him, your tone laced with a hint of incredulity.

He shrugged his shoulders in a dismissive gesture, turning away from you with a nonchalant sway of his hands. He stops abruptly when he realizes you're not following him, his face contorting into a deep groan as frustration boils just beneath the surface.

His patience seemed to have run thin, as he turned to face you with an exaggerated sigh. "Are you coming, or what?" he asked, his tone sharp and exasperated. You flinched at the sudden shift in his demeanor, surprised with his attitude.

His eyes narrow as he realizes you're not moving, his hand resting on his hip with annoyance. Before he can voice his frustrations, you blurt out a hesitant apology, feeling embarrassed and scared by his sudden change in demeanor.

His silence feels heavy, as if it's pushing down on you, making you feel small and vulnerable. You wish he would say something, anything to break the tension that feels as if it's threatening to crush you. But you can't seem to find the strength to speak either, feeling trapped by the silence between you.

"...Ya need me to carry you?" He breaks the silence, the anger of his immediately washed away.

His offered gesture of what you could only assume to be kindness makes you feel confused... and even a little guilty, even though you're not sure why.

He must've sensed your confusion, for he quickly adds another question, "Or would you prefer that I drag you by your box?" His tone is playful, and his grin grows wider as he waits for your response.

"I'd prefer you to not touch m—" You try to finish your sentence, but your words are lost as you're suddenly lifted off of the ground without any warning.

"Jax!!!"

Two days have passed since the stranger arrived, and they have yet to fully adjust to their surroundings.

Their skittishness was all too familiar, their hesitancy to explore this strange new realm mirroring your own. You've seen their apprehension and fear, the uncertainty in their eyes as they gaze around at the unfamiliar landscape.

It's clear that they're still adjusting to their surroundings, and you can't help but feel empathetic towards their plight.

Jax, on the other hand, didn't seem to care. As the new person stumbled around, you watched in disbelief at his display of apathy.

He seemed to derive a strange pleasure from making the new person miserable.

He would go out of his way to sabotage and humiliate them, tripping them and making a spectacle of their misfortune. His laughter seemed to ring out louder and more harshly every time he saw the new person stumble and fall, each cruel act seeming to bring him more pleasure.

You finally decided to confronted him about this.

"What is wrong with you?" You shout at the rabbit, your voice laced with anger and frustration as you grip the walls of your box tightly. Your eyes are narrowed as you stare him down, your body trembling with the intensity of your emotions.

"What do ya mean?" He counters, his tone casual, almost playful, his smirk never fading. The smugness radiates off of him, making the air heavy and oppressive.

His nonchalant response only serves to further frustrate and anger you, the intensity of your emotions only growing stronger as the rabbit continues to play dumb. You can't understand how he could be so unaware, so disconnected from the harm he was causing.

"Why're you being such a %$!# to Kaufmo?!" Your question came out as a shout, the anger in your voice clear and unmistakeable.

Jax's smug expression flickered for a moment, seemingly surprised by the sudden outburst. For the first time, you saw something behind his eyes — a slight narrowing of his gaze, a subtle twitch of his lips...

"You should be thankful that it's not you." His words were like a dagger to your heart, leaving you feeling a mix of confusion and anger. He was implying that you should be grateful to not be the target of his cruel behavior, that you should accept the fact that he would continue to torment Kaufmo with impunity. You couldn't believe that he could be so heartless, so lacking in empathy.

"It's your fault that I'm feeling the need to blow off steam in the first place." He added to his previous statement, holding a hand up to where his heart would be.

You wanted to lash out, to scream at him, to make him understand how cruel and unkind his words and actions were.

But you couldn't bring yourself to, and you didn't know why.

You've stopped counting the days after that, stopped marking their progression.

Life in the circus has turned into a blurry, endless cycle of days, each one a mirror of the one before it. Each day brings it's own frustrations and triumphs, it's own joy and sorrow, but somehow, they all seem to blend together, creating a seemingly endless loop of monotony.

Avoiding Jax became routine, too.

It was like a second nature, almost instinctual at this point. You've developed a sixth sense for detecting his presence, his footsteps, his voice. You instinctively knew what areas he frequented and which ones he avoided, which paths he took and which ones he left alone.

And yet, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't seem to escape his shadow, his presence weighing on you like a dark cloud.

You found yourself shying away from the rest of the cast, reluctant to engage in their shenanigans for fear of Jax's wrath. The last time you tried to participate, you remembered the way Jax had stepped in, his words cutting like a razor, his gaze cold but tone cheerful.

"You don't get to talk to them."

You didn't know if his words were directed to you, or the other members.

You had given up trying to make connections with anyone else, feeling like as long as Jax was around, you would never be a part of the group. The isolation was starting to take a toll on you, leaving you feeling increasingly alone and disconnected from those around you.

The loneliness was almost too much to bear, your heart aching with a deep, desolate sadness. You had no one to turn to, no one to confide in, no one to comfort you when things felt overwhelming. It felt like you were adrift in an endless sea of isolation, with no land in sight, no one there to help when you struggled.

Despite the pain and suffering that Jax had inflicted upon you, you found yourself longing for his company, the loneliness and isolation of your existence weighing heavy on your shoulders.

You were tired of being alone, of always being in your own box with nobody to talk to.

You stood there in the dim hall, your heart racing with anticipation. The night was quiet, and the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the soft rustle of your clothing as you shifted your weight.

For a long moment, you just stood there, mustering up the courage to knock. Finally, you raised your fist and rapped gently on the door.

The silence stretched out, each passing moment feeling like an eternity. And then, ever so slowly, the door creaked open. Jax stood there, his eyes piercing, his lips curled into a smile.

"Well if it isn't my favorite box-hiding member!" He exclaimed with a cheeky grin. "What brings ya here?"

"I...I just wanted to talk," you finally said, your voice trembling.

Jax's grin only grew wider. "Talk?" he repeated, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you took a step closer to him. "Please," you pleaded, "I just miss you, that's all. I miss having someone to talk to."

He had you right where he wanted.

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