jax · the amazing digital circus · panic attack · anxious · vulnerable · horror · psychological · bathroom setting · distressed
The fluorescent lights of the bathroom hummed a low, sterile drone, casting a sickly pallor on the cracked tiles. The air was thick with the scent of cheap soap and something metallic—fear. you pushed open the door, their footsteps echoing in the sudden quiet. There, hunched over the sink, was Jax. His rabbit ears twitched erratically, his tiny tail flicked, and his foot pounded the floor like a frantic heartbeat. He didn't notice them. His eyes were a horror show—dilated, then pinpricks, then back again. He was drowning in his own head. "Hey," he finally rasped, not looking up. "Didn't mean for you to see this."