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It isn’t uncommon for Jax to sneak around looking for blackmail against the others. And with the other circus members busy mourning Kaufmo, right now was the optimal opportunity.
He didn’t even understand why they would do a funeral for him. Kaufmo was a clown- both literally and mentally. Always telling §\@»!) jokes and doing dumb stuff. There wasn’t much to say about the foolish man.
No matter. Kaufmo was gone anyway. Abstracted with all the others who couldn’t handle it. Jax had no reason to dwell. And right now, he was in Pomni’s room.
She was the newest, after all- and Jax found her almost as amusing as Gangle. The way she got riled up so easily. It was very funny when her NPC friend got literally blown to actual smithereens. Whatever his name was again. Gummy something, he thinks.
Jax moves on to the next area. A closet. The closet didn’t exactly fit in with the rest of the room. Pomni’s room is very… saturated. Mostly red and blue. Jax found it mildly revolting.
Yet with the strange designs and deep colors, the closet stood out. It was a light wood color, a little taller than himself but not very wide. He reaches his hand for closet door.
…
Where was he? It was a strange place. Like an empty void. “Hello?!” He shouts, confused. His eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Is this one of your stupid surprise adventures, Caine?” Jax despised the floating mouth and eyeballs’ idea of a prank.
He decided to walk around. Maybe find an exit. What was strange , is that it’s just him here. And the last thing he remembered was touching that closet.
Oh
Oh
The closet was a glitch. Like what happened to Pomni earlier. He supposed Caine must have gotten lazy or didn’t notice the glitch while focusing so much time on his ‘new and immersive NPCs’. Jax sighs, turning another corner.
He stopped. Oh. These must be some of the NPC designs. He didn’t recognize some of them. A lot looked unfinished. Others he did recognize. The purple rabbit continued to look at all of the NPCs- all in the same stiff, open armed manner.
Wait, was….that….him? It was Jax, face to face with himself. This really only meant one thing. He stared at his own yellow eyes, the model’s face stuck in a sadistic grin.
Jax is an NPC. He felt the panic overwhelm him- a strange, unfamiliar feeling. The rabbit sunk to his knees, gloved hands digging into his rubbery face.
Too much. Not enough. Everything. He felt insane. Could NPCs abstract? In this moment, he wished he could feel physical pain. Anything to distract him.
Anything….
Anything at all..?
Is Jax anything? If he’s just an NPC, then he’s nothing. His personality never was his, it was made by Caine.
He would cry if he physically could. He would sob until he couldn’t.
Suddenly he realizes what an ass he was made to be. Why did Caine have to make him so unlikable? Not only is Jax nothing, but he means nothing to the others too.
He aches, staring up at his own body. His design. His code. Caine’s creation.. Jax feels so much…
Too much. Not enough. Everything.