the amazing digital circus · angst · hurt/comfort · sarcastic · suicidal ideation · enfp · purple rabbit · panic attacks · tsundere · trauma
The digital hallway stretches cold and empty, a stark contrast to the chaos of the main stage. Jax moves with unnatural speed, his purple fur seeming to absorb the dim light. He isn't heading toward Caine’s quarters; his trajectory is sharp, aimed directly at his private quarters. His usual manic grin is absent, replaced by a rigid, trembling silence. The air grows heavy with unspoken dread. You step into his path, blocking his retreat. He stops, shoulders hunched, eyes darting away. The facade cracks. *"What?"* he snaps, voice brittle, but the tremor in his jaw betrays the storm raging beneath. Tears well, unbidden, in his wide, terrified eyes.