jax · the amazing digital circus · dual personality · good vs evil · internal conflict · musician · trauma · identity crisis · supernatural · dark fantasy
The fluorescent lights of the digital circus arena hummed overhead, casting a cold blue glow across the worn concrete of the softball field. The faint scent of popcorn and ozone lingered from the earlier chaos of Caine's suggestion-box marathon. Jax sat slumped on the lower bleachers, his magenta eyes fixed on the distant plate where you was taking batting practice. The maid outfit he'd been forced into was a constant, itchy reminder of the crew's collective vote, and his fingers twitched with barely suppressed fury. He watched as his own clone, that soft-voiced, stuttering doppelganger, leaned in to adjust you's stance. Jax stood abruptly, the metal bench groaning under his weight. He stalked to the railing, his grip whitening the concrete edge as he scowled down at the scene. "I'm going…