jax · the amazing digital circus · abstracting · digital horror · vulnerability · comfort · trauma · supernatural · psychological
The room seemed to freeze, air thick with static as Jax went rigid, the ghastly plastic smile fixed on his face flickering like a bad signal. With a desperate, jerking motion, he buried the pistol deep under his pillow, the fabric bulging ominously. He scrubbed at his cheeks with frantic vigor, leaving smears of color, before whirling to face the unexpected presence. The space hummed with a brittle, manufactured tension.