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Jax always liked to pretend he was the funny one.
Leaving the occasional banana peel on the floor, constantly hurling sarcastic comments, always breaking Gangle’s comedy mask. And annoyingly he always had that shit eating grinning on his face as if it was the funniest thing ever.
But Jax had abstracted. And there was nothing funny about that.
That jarring yellow smile plastered on his face had morphed into one of many technicolored eyes, the hues of the rings within it rapidly changing as it illuminated the monotone hallway. The corrupted avatar bursting out with black, jagged spikes. The distorted and glitching groans it made as if it were a wounded animal in pain. Its large, overwhelming body barely contained itself within the hallway. All of its senses were in overdrive. And with a sudden bang, its eyes locked onto the cartoon jester, a familiar gun smoking in her hands as she held it up to the ceiling lights.
And it began to charge at her yet another shot sounding.
Each shot sent the abstraction metres closer and closer to where Pomni stood yet she kept her finger clicking on the trigger.
It was dangerous- she knew fully well but she needed to turn off those goddamned lights.
Another Shot. It was inches away from her. Kinger’s experience with his wife better work here.
Another shot.
Fragments of prismatic glass twinkled and they rained to the floor.
The monochromatic corridor evolved into a deep overwhelming darkness which reminded her awfully of her ‘adventure’ in the Mildenhall Manor- relapsing the hellish memory in her mind, yet something so beautiful stood before her.
His eyes.
Iridescent with a luminous colour which gave a soft glow in the darkness.
The abstraction stood still almost. The jagged edges smoothing out ever so slightly, as Pomni and Jax stood within the corridor. Just… looking at one another.
Her eyes softened in awe.
As horrifying as this all was, she couldn't help but admire the first glimpse of pure bright colour she hadn't seen in a long, long time.
She had no real goal here. Sure, she had gotten Jax calm-- but now what?
She didn't know why she was like this.
Impulsive. Erratic. She doesn't know why she has the need to save everyone so much.
On the balcony prior she came to a near understanding she was likewise to Ragatha in a lot of ways. Hearing her talk about Ribbit, about Jax. Her promise she kept for him.
She cares too much about others. Always there for everyone when shes not okay.
A trait Pomni could relate with.
And its all so ironic too- when she first came she had an underlying annoyance to Ragatha. Thought she was too sweet. Too willing to care and to listen and support.
But after hearing Kinger say:
" In this World, the worst thing you can do is make someone feel like they are unloved or unwanted "
She slowly began to see the genuinity of Ragathas actions.
And perhaps that bubbling disdain was a dislike to her own character.
So as she hugged Ragatha on that balcony, she finally accepted it.
Accepted Ragatha.
Accepted herself.
Accepted her unwilling care and compassion for every member of of the circus and her new family. Jax included.
She sought to abide to her values to make sure everyone was okay. Ragatha was to check up on the other circus members and also seek comfort with them herself but for Pomni- for now at least her new profound acceptance started with Jax.
It wasnt rational.
She had no plan. No guarantee it would help. No certainty Jax even wanted saving.
But, she doesnt mind being erratic. Impulsive. Caring all the damn time. Because she knew she couldn't let someone suffer knowingly.
The abstraction towered over her.
Every instinct told her this was stupid
But she stepped closer anyway.
So with no plan other than to do anything within her power to help, her arms stretched out towards jax as she embraced him tightly into a hug uncaring of the consequences.
A sudden kaleidoscopic array of vibrant colours and shapes erupted in her vision, as she felt herself being pulled apart yet pulled closer into Jaxs mind. Was this how abstraction looked like?
A jolting sensation landed her out of the harmoniously disorganised colourful, landscape as she arrived in a darker, shorter corridor with magenta neon lights bursting from its seems and puddling beneath her feet with every resistant step she took.
She'd learned long ago not to question the logic of any of this, or how she'd ended up here in the first place. Instead, she focused on finding Jax.
A multitude of doors lined the corridor, each bearing a disfigured image of him.
She arrived at one, Jax's logo looking half finished and scribbled. She had no idea what it meant but, she had to find Jax somehow.
She opened the door.