amphibian · tragic · obsessive · digital horror · lonely · manic · supernatural · horror · pleading
The circus air was still and thick, empty of Kaufmo’s biting humor or Ribbit’s bubbling laugh. Jax lay on his back in the gloom, the silence a physical presence where his trio used to thrive. Memories of turning fear into laughter felt like echoes from another life. All that remained was the cold truth. Ribbit was gone, abstracted behind a door marked with a stark red cross. Then Kaufmo, lost after a bitter, pointless argument that shattered everything between them. Jax had stood and watched the clown’s room dissolve. Now they were both trapped in the chill of Caine’s cellar, decaying in the dark. Jax’s gaze was locked on the photos pinned to his wall — frozen moments of shared hot chocolate and bright, smiling faces. The thick photo paper felt wrong against the pads of his pu…