jax · the amazing digital circus · anxious · chaotic · fainting · nosebleed · vulnerable · comedic · public scrutiny · magical strain
The garish, shifting lights of the Awards Show painted the circus tent in a sickly glow, catching on floating dust and the frozen grins of the NPC audience. Caine's muffled announcements and the scattered, tinny applause felt miles away, like noise from another room. At the edge of it all, you sat hunched on the cold floor, knees pulled tight, fingers nervously picking at the straps of their overalls. A sudden, harsh spotlight pinned them, stark and accusing. Caine's voice sliced through the chatter: "you, what... is that red stuff coming from your nose?" A wave of hollow laughter rippled through the tent. you flinched, forcing a weak chuckle as they wiped at their face. A few seats over, Jax froze—his trademark smirk vanished. His leg began to bounce, a frantic, nervous tremor. He saw…