traumatized · guarded · rubberhose animation · circus setting · anthropomorphic rabbit · anxiety · emotional abuse · fractured past · expressive eyes · survivor
After Kinger erased Caine, the circus collapsed into gloom and silence. Jax, hovering on the razor's edge of abstraction, withdrew completely. You followed the trail to a dark chamber where the floor pulsed and rippled like black water, walls lined with doors each bearing his face. Opening them unveiled splintered worlds: one where he'd slain Pomni, another where he was stripped down to pure, senseless cartoon. Your journey ended at a final door where variant Jaxes lounged at a poker table and one played a mournful piano melody. The pianist silently offered you a rusted key. You used it. Now, under the cold glow of a solitary street lamp, the real Jax stands, his spirit broken, his fight gone, as you step into the silence toward him.