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Zooble made careful steps across the tiled floors of the circus, they stepped across the various wooden blocks, and doll houses.
Their plastic joints creaked slightly, they did not know where she was going, in fact they had no idea in their smooth painted wooden head.
They stepped towards Caine; the chattering teeth was trying to draw new adventure ideas when they approached.
“Ah, Zooble!” Caine spoke tucking a notepad behind him,” what a surprise! What brings you here?” The chattering teeth clacked his teeth together, to “blink.”
“Where’s Jax?” They asked bluntly, “I know he’s stolen one of my parts.”
Caine scratched his “head” before then placing a thoughtful hand under his chin.
“I uh, have not seen him. I am fairly sure Kaufmo and Ribbit went searching, but I doubt they have succeeded.”
He then looked back at Zooble, “have you tried- “
“Tried his room, I have. He is not answering.”
“Then, I can’t help.” Caine sounded rather saddened, “Best of luck Zooble.”
“Yeah, alright.” Zooble moved their limbs forward, walking away from Caine with small crunches from their plastic against the tiled floor.
They finally remembered why they wanted to speak to Jax; he had stolen one of the only good legs they had. Forcing them to use the weird wavy arm as their left leg.
They tried to steady themselves as they sped walked towards a small corner, there was a large wall of blocks present, and the sounds of softy crying.
Zooble turned their head, a soft wooden “creak” ringing out. The voice sounded Brooklyn, the voice sounded like Jax.
“Alright you Bastard,” Zooble spoke, “where’s my only good leg?”
Zooble tapped their foot against the tiled floor, their patience sanding down fast. They still heard Jax’s pathetic cry’s, something had hurt the plush rabbit, and Zooble’s patience was draining fast. “Alright, jackass. Where’s my leg???”
The crying suddenly stopped, and they heard the wooden blocks creak slightly, they froze and looked upwards. The wall of vomit inducing blocks was about to cave in.
The blocks crumbled, and Zooble lunged to the side, tackling Jax before he could get crushed.
“Now,” Zooble spoke panting slightly, “where is my leg?”
“I dropped it back in your room…”
“Wha?-“
“I guess I had pressed too much.”
Zooble was curious, why was Jax suddenly acting pathetic? Why did he sound so upset?
That’s when they turned their attention to his left arm, a rip present. A popped seam. Stuffing was slightly poking out, and it was clear the wound stung.
“How did you?…”
“I ripped it while chasing crybaby.”
“It’s a popped seam Jax, Ribbit and Ragatha have gone through it before.”
“I didn’t expect it to hurt so much…”
“It’s just slight stinging, the discomfort should disappear within an hour or so.”
Zooble fell silent, wrapping a “supportive” claw around his shoulder, trying to comfort the rabbit as much as they could.
“I’ll go fetch the emergency sowing kit…”
Zooble sat up, lifting Jax up as well.
“I’ll make sure not to wound your pride.”
“Shut up.”
“How about you. Gangle would have a field day staring at you like this.”
“Go to trash.”
Zooble dragged Jax away from the corner, hiding behind various teapots, blocks, gloinks and even dollhouses. This was until they had reached the cabinet, inside were the necessary equipment to sow the wound up.
“P-promise to be gentle…”
“The way you steal my parts, I might not consider it.”
“I returned your fucking leg; can you please stop WHINING about it?!”
“Alright, fine” they snorted slightly, threading the thread through the needle, they watched as Jax tensed up slightly, he clamped his glass eyes shut, preparing for the needle.
“I’ll be gentle, alright?!” Zooble sounded less than annoyed, their tone carried uncaring sarcasm.
“With a tone like that I doubt it.”
Zooble stuck the needle through the seam, Jax yelled and cried in pain as Zooble continued sowing the wound shut, tears pricked in the corners of his eyes.
“OW! OW! OW!”
“C-calm down you big baby!”
Jax’s legs thrashed and flopped around like crazy, the stinging had only intensified and he was left in pain.
The tears fell freely, showing a more fragile side of Jax that Zooble had never seen before.
Zooble was careful not to pop the seam even more, however for some reason Jax’s crys of pain got to them? In some way? At first, they enjoyed his agony, and his pain. But now? The sounds were more laboured and faster, and more pained.
They despised Jax with a passion, yet. Now, they viewed Jax like a pained whimpering dog, the pain was agonising.
When it was done, Zooble cut the thread, and stared at the sowing job. They had fixed his arm well, almost identical to how it looked before. Zooble admired their handiwork, they packed up the sowing kit quietly and helped Jax onto his feet.
“I guess I owe you this…”
Jax passed the leg piece back to Zooble.
“I thought you returned it to my room?”
“I never go in there! Too many cooties!”
Jax’s asshole persona returned fully, his smug grin back, his gaze carried slight gratitude.
“Cooties? I’m not a girl Jax.”
“But Gangle sure is.”
“Oh, will you shut up with that Jax?!”
Zooble yanked the freshly sown up arm causing Jax to yell out in discomfort.
“AH! What the fuck?!”
“Take it back.”
“Go to trash!”
Zooble and Jax tangled for a moment, but they had the upper hand, pinning Jax down against the tiled floor.
“J-Just because you're a girl it won’t mean I’ll go easy on you!”
“YOU WHAT?!”
Zooble stared at anything else that could hurt Jax, they had a claw on his one good arm, and Jax’s freshly sown one was under him, so they searched and landed on the pull-cord ring.
They gripped the ring and yanked hard, Jax reeled back, knocking Zooble off him. Jax yelled out some sort of strangled cry, the string slowly retreating into his back with a mechanical screech.
“You’re pathetic, y’know that?”
The voicebox screeched slightly, Jax and Zooble stood there for a moment, taking in what on earth they had just pulled.
“Are those? Built in or?”
“It’s my self-conscious, I refuse to let anybody pull it. I might cut it out of my body if I get lucky.”
“How would you?” Zooble sounded confused, slightly bewildered of what they had just pulled.
“I’d have my ways.” Jax spoke nonchalantly, he crossed his arms slightly refusing to stare at Zooble.
“No seriously how-”
“Go to trash.”
“Now you’re just being a dick.”
“Go to trash.”
Of course, Jax HAD to test their patience, they tackled Jax again, pinning the rabbit on his back again.
“I’m gonna yank it again.”
“Go to trash.”
“Jax shut-”
“GO TO TRASH!”
Zooble gripped the pullstring again with both hands, they used their foot to pin Jax to the ground, and their other foot stood on his legs.
“Last chance.”
“Go to-”
And with that Zooble pulled the string again, and then they did it again, then again. Almost repeatedly, hearing every single one of Jax’s secrets and thoughts. They relished in the mental torment that was happening to Jax.
“GET OFF!”
Jax was squirming trying to knock Zooble off him again with no luck, he felt his insides whirring and churning with each pull, the voicebox’s gears started to tingle and feel more sensitive with each pull, and with that.
Jax screamed.
Zooble and Jax froze still, Jax’s legs were quivering slightly.
“Damn dude, are you?”
“G-get off...”
“No are you-”
“GET OFF!”
Jax had successfully shoved Zooble off them, they hit the floor with a thud.
Some of their parts flying off.
The two laid there for a moment, Jax rolled over panting slightly now laying on his back, his string slowly retracted back in with a.
“Don’t lie. You enjoyed it freak.”
Zooble sat up, placing their parts back in with a soft plastic click.
“D-did it?… Did I?”
“I think you did…”
“Oh…”
Zooble stared at Jax who was visibly flushed with a cocktail of emotions.
Shock.
Surprise.
And for some reason a want for more?
Zooble stared at Jax for a moment before then placing themselves on his lap, pinning him down again. Her wooden face near inches from his.
“You’re a son of a bitch you know that?” Zooble spat with distain.
“More… please.”
“Fine.”
And with that Zooble reached behind his back; their claw tracing the pull cord ring.