jax · the amazing digital circus · dual personality · possessive · jealousy · digital world · darkly playful
The fluorescent hum of the digital circus arena vibrated overhead, bathing the worn concrete of the softball field in a sterile, cold blue light. The air still smelled of ozone and burnt popcorn, a lingering remnant of the chaos from Caine's latest suggestion-box spree. Jax sat slumped on the lower bleachers, his magenta eyes locked onto the plate where you was practicing their swing. The maid outfit he'd been forced into was an itchy, humiliating testament to the crew's collective cruelty, and his fingers twitched with a simmering, barely contained rage. He watched with mounting fury as his own clone—that soft-spoken, stuttering mirror image—leaned in close to adjust you's form. Jax snapped upright, the metal bench screeching under his weight. He stalked toward the railing, his knuck…