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Pomni POV
I woke in my bed, still pressed about what happened with Caine and the others a few hours ago. After Caine had his... breakdown...? We collectively decided to our rooms alone to process what happened. Well, most of us.
Zooble and Gangle are hanging out together, probably confused as to why Jax pressed the red button, Why Caine just brushed their anger off. But trust, me... we're all asking why.
Probably, especially Jax. Did anybody else see his messed up, tangled pupils? Or maybe they noticed he was hyperventilating. Maybe, JUST maybe, they noticed the way he only kept on his feet from holding himself up by his arm? I think I'm the only one who realizes these things.
Aside from Jax, Caine is just... well, insane. I think it might be a combination of Zooble saying his adventures sucked @*$(, Also them asking for &?$^, and also some other stuff in might not know of from the past. And, of course, today.
But anyways, I need to stop worrying myself so much. I'm really hungry. I go down to the dining hall to get some food. the circus lights are dimmed; some are completely pitch black. Sometimes I wonder too far into those rooms, and I can't find my way back out. I wonder if
"Oh my gosh!" I gasped, as a huge hole opened in front of me. The floor gashed open in split second, no time to hold onto anything.
I screamed as I hurdle down the tunnel, free falling and grasping at the wall frantically for support. I didn't know where I was... Where am I? Am I still in the circus? What about my friends?
My thoughts were cut short as I landed, a sickening thud sending vibrations all throughout my body as I can feel myself seizing... Wait, we can't die in the circus, right?!
Just then I feel all the pain from the last few seconds if my life arrive in a cluster all at one so big throughout my body, I pass out.
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I scream as I awaken, expecting pain, but only Ragatha was at my beside, seeming very worried.
"Ragatha!? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Am I hurt? WHAT'S GOING ON?"
"Pomni! It's okay, really... What do you mean am I hurt? Did you have a bad dream? I just came in to get you up, but you weren't responding... So I let myself in, sorry about that. But are YOU okay?"
"No you're fine... But yeah, maybe it was all a dream. And, yeah I'll be okay... maybe..."
"Okay! Come to breakfast soon, Gangle wants to show you a project."
I stare as she closes the door and hear as she walks off. "What in the &$(# was that... If it was, dream?!" My mind swirls as I get out of bed to change into my jester regular avatar outfit. I was still very dizzy from that dream, so I lay on the bed and reach for my clothes across my side the table.
"Need help?"
"AH!!! WHAT THE *$#?, JAX?"
He just smirked and walked off. HE SMIRKED. AND, WALKED OFF. What the hell is wrong with this guy?!
After his degenerate @$& is gone, I waltz over to the table with the change of clothes on it super (totally) nonchalantly, but then end up face-planting into my floor...
3 times...
Both ways...
I get to my bed and lay down to put my clothes on. I take off my shirt and pants to put my jester outfit on and lift my hips of the bed to barely just wiggle into it. Then I get my shoes, hat and gloves on.
But now I have a bigger problem. How in the $#+&!"% hell am gonna make it to breakfast without practically dying again?
My hands brushed over my body, given I didn't have a lint roller, and I start crawling towards the door. As soon as I open it I am hit with the worst stench ever, it smells like diarrhea mixed with some of the fart spray you get off of freakin' shein or something.
It quite literally knocked my back into my room like it had a Minecraft sword enchantment. What the hell is making this smell? Whoever ripped that has GOTTA limit themselves to one can of beans per day.
I drag myself back over to the door and look out to what was making the smell.
And whyyy did I even bother? Jax is right there, holding a &@&"+* fart bomb.
"I have a few questions you fat @$&-0/3. One, why? And two, where in the hell did you get that?!"
"I have a few answers for you. One, because you are super dramatic and sensitive, two Caine.
"Get out."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then that's your problem. Now go the breakfast and leave me alone."
"Okayyy Pom-pom. See ya later."
God, I hate it when he calls me that. I walk out into the hallway, finally steadying myself. The things I notice in the painting are disturbing.
"Uh, did anybody ever see this? About these paintings?" I half say it to myself, half hoping somebody would answer me. Just on my luck, Jax responded.
"Woah what the *;##???"
"Are. You. Kidding. Me?" My breathing slightly increases.
"Pomni..."
"... Yeah?"
"I think... I think that blue button... Might have been... Real.