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Jax wasn't always awful.
A long time ago, he had friends. Two in particular: Gangle and Ribbit. The three of them were a family trapped in the digital hellscape together. Despite any hardships they may have gone through, they had each other, and that was enough.
But when strange feelings that Jax doesn't understand begin to build between him and Ribbit, they are faced with many truths about themselves, each other, and the reality of their situation.
This is the story of how Jax learned what it took to survive in the circus.
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23 Oct 2025
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Things were weird. They didn't talk about it.
Macaque was coming by again. The first time had been at night, so soon after they'd both been freed that the ground around them was still littered with jagged ice stalagmites, now inert. They were already melting. They would be gone on their own eventually.
Wukong watched him pummel one into slush.
After a minute, he wordlessly stepped out and helped crush them to puddles with their bare hands. The extent of her influence left the two of them working for the better part of an hour before they could no longer see any on the horizon. Their work done, Macaque had slunk back into the shadows.But he came back. Again, at night. He kept to the trees, nosing into his scarf and whiling the night away reclined and stealing whatever fruit grew at hand. He didn't sleep. Wukong would have been a hypocrite to bring it up. He was gone again come morning, always seeming to slip away when Wukong had his eyes off him.
Night five of that, and Wukong left the shack door ajar.
Night seven, and Macaque came inside.
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06 May 2024
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The Moon, the Sun, and the Black Powder Fuse by ChipperSmol, sitasita
Fandoms: LEGO Monkie Kid
16 Jul 2022
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Having lived through everything he had, this part always felt silly. The sitting, the breathing, and the waiting. His life was in no danger. That the logic of that wasn't enough on its own to ease the pain-- or flush out the stress that made his hands shake-- was as unfair as it was ridiculous. Baser instincts that kept a creature alive were vestigial at best when that creature existed beyond the normal laws of mortality, and yet every demon was still bound to them.
Many could avoid fate. But not even heaven, nor its equals, could escape fear.-
Macaque is invited along to celebrate the new year, and errs on the side of proving a point.
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02 Jan 2024