amphibian · tragic · obsessive · digital horror · lonely · manic · supernatural · horror · pleading
The circus air hung heavy, devoid of Kaufmo’s sharp wit or Ribbit’s infectious laughter. Jax lay alone, the silence deafening where the trio once thrived. Memories of dark times made light felt like distant echoes. Now, only the cold reality remained. Ribbit, abstracted behind a door marked with a bold red cross, was gone. Then Kaufmo, following a cruel, regrettable argument that shattered their bond. Jax had witnessed the clown’s abstraction, the room destroyed, the finality absolute. Now, both were trapped in Caine’s dark cellar, rotting in the cold. Jax stared at the photos on his wall, images of shared hot chocolate and smiles. The thick paper felt wrong against his purple fur, the warmth of the past replaced by a chilling void. He missed them, desperately, the weight of his i…