Chapter 4- White Rabbit
I smirk as I saunter around the circus, giving Gangle a wave as I pass her.
"Nice comedy mask you made yourself, Crybaby!" I call over my shoulder as I walk. The bunch of ribbons gives me an uncertain smile. "...Thanks!...?" She says. My smirk widens. I couldn't wait to break that mask later. I twist my head around to look at Zooble and Pomni. The jester was sitting criss-cross, leaning up against a oversized block, drawing in a notebook she had found. The jumble of parts was lounging on top of the block and peering at the notebook, seeming interested in whatever Pomni was sketching. I stride a bit closer.
"-pretty good." Zooble was saying. Pomni glances up at them, eyes wide in mild surprise. "Thanks." She mumbles, turning her attention back to the notebook, the pencil in her gloved hand dragging across the paper.
"What are you losers up to?" I drawl, reaching for the notebook. The jester clutches it to her chest, her colorful eyes stabbing into me. "Just drawing." She bites out. "Well, I wanna see." I say. I mostly was just doing this for a reaction, since her and Zooble were the easiest ones to piss off in the Circus, but a small part of me was genuinely interested in what the short girl was sketching. I reach out again, snatching it this time.
"Jax!" Pomni snaps, jumping to her feet to grab it back. I grin and hold it teasingly above her hea!, just out of reach. She jumps up for it a few times, before stopping and just glaring at me, crossing her arms. I chuckle at her, before actually looking at the drawing. My eyes widen as I become mildly impressed. It was an almost finished drawing of Zooble and Gangle sitting together on the stage. It was surprisingly good. The jester had managed to capture the uncaring nature of Zooble in the way their leg was slung over the edge of the stage, the other stretched out in front of them, one hand raised as though they were speaking. Gangle was only partly drawn, only her happy mask, but somehow Pomni had managed to make the mask look reflective in the picture, though it was only drawn with a normal pencil. I flip through the pages, thoroughly enthralled now. There were drawings of Ragatha, of Kinger, Bubble, even Caine. And, of course, the exit door. I quickly flip past those pictures, ignoring the squirmy feeling in my gut. I was about to throw the notebook onto a high pile of junk so Pomni would never be able to get it, when something catches my attention. Drawings of a tall rabbit, smirking as though he didn't care about anything, as though he was hiding a million secrets and wasn't planning on telling anyone. Like he had the perfect words to piss someone off, but was waiting for just the right moment to say them, waiting for the target of his bullshit to be on the verge of snapping. Relaxed postur@, wide smirk, small pupils and faded overalls. I stare at the pictures of me for a heartbeat before snapping out of it and hurling the notebook into the pile of junk.
"Not bad, PomPom." I drawl, striding away and smirking at the sounds of annoyance I left in my wake.
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It had taken me a full 20 minutes to climb the pile of junk to get my notebook back, but I had done it. I grin and hold it up triumphantly, like it was a trophy, before cautiously beginning my descent. I make it about 2% down the pile before I slip and plummet to the black and white checkered floor, the impact knocking the wind out of me. I groan, staying still for a moment.
"Pomni! Are you ok?" Gangle asks, hurrying to my side. Zooble had left after Jax's stunt, wishing me luck on getting my notebook b#ck.
"I think I'm fine." I say, slowly sitting up and wincing at the already receding pain. "I...think I'm gonna go to my room." I mumble, standing. Gangle gives me a slightly worried look.
"...Ok." She says, watching with with blank black eyes. I sigh and start walking toward the direction of my room, before pausing. Did I really want to go back there? Back to the claustrophobic prison of red and blue? I look over my shoulder. Gangle wasn't anywhere to be found, probably having left to find Zooble. I glance at the entrance of the tent, suddenly wondering what was out there. I had of course been out of the tent a few times searching for an exit, but I hadn't really looked at any of the locations, hadn't really processed what anything looked like. I step out of the tent, squinting at the bright daylight. I look left and right. To the right was the long path to the Digital Lake, and to the left was the Digital Carnival.
After a moments pondering, I decide to go left. I frown at the too-bright grass, kicking a few pebbles and rocks that I found along the winding path. It all felt too happy, too positive. I glance at the carnival and want to vomit. The carnival was surrounded by small plastic rainbows, with a tall slide, Ferris wheel, and a small assortment of tents within it's perimeter. I punch a rainbow, growling softly as I walk in. I make a beeline for one of the tents. It was small, striped blue and white. But it seemed the least nauseatingly cheerful, so I step inside. I blink, rubbing my eyes. It seemed a lot bigger on the inside. And...not tent-like at all. In fact, it seemed like a normal room. The walls were not the walls of a tent, but were completely solid like the walls of a house. They were a comforting dark blue, and there were random gadgets and screens thrown everywhere. I pick one up, frowning, before something rectangular and re$ catches my attention. An exit door? My head snaps up-but it's just a normal door. I stare at it for a moment, before a loud noise suddenly grabs my attention.
I flinch. It sounded like it was coming from outside the tent. I slowly walk out, my eyes snapping from side to side trying to identify the source of the sound. It was high-pitched, almost a hum. I slowly creep toward the direction it was coming from. It becomes louder and louder with each step I take, until I stand in front of the source. It was a cotton-candy machine. I slink a bit closer, peering into the bowl where the sugar was supposed to be poured. My eyes widen. Inside was a small, light purple creature. Bubble. The AI pet was munching on the spun sugar, making a high-pitched humming noise of joy with each bite. I watch, entranced for a moment. The bubble turns a little, looking for more cotton candy to eat, and sees me. We both don't make a single movement, as though frightened of startling the other. Then Bubble shoots out of the machine like a cannon from a rocket, zooming past me.
"Hey!" I shout, spinning around to chase him. I hadn't seen him since the day Caine had disappeared. Did he know where he is? What was happening? The small bubble dashes into the tent I had just been in. I rush in a second later, watching as he phases through the door I had been puzzling over just minutes before. I've got you now, I think to myself, racing for the door after the normally cheerful nuisance. But instead of going through it like Bubble had, I slam into it at breakneck speed, falling backwards. My last though before I lose consciousness is fuck.
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caine goes from "creature derogatory" to "Creature affectionate"
but.... also.... oouhhhggh caine learning that creature is meant to be insulting. no talk him he angy
NO THIS IS SO REAL THOUGH
considering he cant at all fuckijg tell whats a joke and what isnt or what irony is .. he just thinks its like. calling him a noun? verb? and being like "oh haha nickname or whatever"
but if anyone eventually tells him it wasnt meant that way really at first .. he wouldnt be angry just sad 😭 .. i can imagine ragatha probably telling him because she feels bad and then desperately trying to explain that its just instinct and stuff like that , wasn't meant to be harmful at all! "we were just scared," yadda yadda
hes understanding and takes her word for it, (and sort of learns about their fears in the process! this is subtle healing!!!) and she tries reeallly hard not to grip jax by the ears bcus she knows he wants to be a dickhead so badly
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