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“Why are you here. You don’t belong here.”
There she was. Right in front of him. The two bore a striking resemblance - long, stiff lavender ears, paired with the same lanky limbs. Teeth that were stained yellow and wore a crooked smile. Yet, she was different. Long luscious dark locks grew from her scalp, a red bow adorned in her hair, a striped long sleeved shirt with a black miniskirt. It disgusted him. Jax abandoned that ideal years ago. That wasn’t him.
“Heh, why am I here then? Clearly I belong here if I’m floating around in your conscience,” she snarkily responded. She was oddly calm.
He scowled bitterly. “No you don’t. You’re just some made up thoughts or something.”
Jax looked anywhere else but that stupid feminine bunny before him. Embarrassing. No one was supposed to know. He couldn’t bear to look at that dainty red ribbon that lay comfortably on her hair. That same stupid place. He wanted to rip it off and throw it away. He felt his face flushing. Before him, that purple bunny giggled, holding her hand in front of her mouth. It was a warm and genuine laugh, as if he was a child that made an innocent question about something so obvious. Ew. Gross. Her eyes traced his expression calculatively. Smiling, gently and with understanding. What did she know?
She knew nothing. She wasn’t real. This isn’t real.
“Made up, huh? Yeah definitely right there buddy,” she commented with a clear tone of sarcasm. Even her inflection was similar.
Jax just growled and looked away, frozen. Stupid. “I hate you.”
“Well I LOVE you.”
WHABAM!
At a running start he lunged towards her - claws out - and started to grab her, pulling hardly at the hair. She squealed as her eyes popped wide open, clutching at his arms. Jax snapped one of her fingers by accident. A blood-curdling scream filled the atmosphere. He continued pulling at her hair in an attempt to peel it off, eyesight blinded by toxic tears that started welling up inside. He screamed and cried, pulled and pushed. Wailing as he sniffled and sucked the snot in.
“Why. *inhale* Why are you like this?” he barely forced through his hiccuped sobs. “Why can’t you just be NORMAL!?”
She stopped resisting and stared into the abyss. Posture realigning upright. Shocked, Jax fell face first into the ground with a big slam. He sprawled up to a crouched position, shaking, looking up at her with pinpointed pupils. She glowered. Shadows painted everything but her glowing eyes.
“Normal?” her mouth grew to a disappointed gritted frown. “Is this what you think of us?”
His eyes widened. “I’m not a freak like you.”
“What did you tell mom that night.”
“.........I didn’t tell her anything,” Jax hissed through his teeth. “Nothing happened.”
The bunny’s eyes narrowed. “You need to stop lying to yourself, Jax.”
“LYING? I’m lying? What’s the matter?” He steadily stood up on shaky legs, shooting his arms upright and looking around the blank space. “This whole PLACE is a lie! Nothing is real. You’re not real. I’m not real. This circus? It’s ALLLL made up, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” Jax’s arms dropped loosely. “YOU’RE the one LYING to yourself. We were never meant to be THIS!” his hands lifted up to face her, palms up.
There was no response.
“My purpose here? I ran away like a COWARD. This-This f [%$!#] king hell is my punishment. I was never man enough. I was just….JUST a stupid stupid delusional IDIOT!” Jax glared at her. Her feminine outline. Her similar figure. She was a faker. That wasn’t him. “Whatever you’re saying about some ‘tRaGiC backstory’ is just some made up bulls [%$!#] t to get pity!”
“...”
Not a word escaped from her mouth. She just listened to what he had to say. He’d never say it, but it terrified him.
“We’re not our dad, Jax. We’ll never be like him,” she finally stated after a bit. “Hell, I’m glad we’ll never be like him.”
“I-I-” he scoffed and avoided her gaze.
Looking down, Jax saw something - a pristine edged dagger, right in his hands. It shimmered, clean of any sin. Was that always there? Why did it tempt him so? How was that there, in his very palm? Was it of his mind’s creation or delusion? He was already in this mindscape of his. He wasn’t sure why but…. If this was given to him, maybe there was a reason. Jax’s eyes met hers, patiently waiting.
Without thinking, he lunged.
The blade sunk deep into her chest, causing her to cough out disgusting glitched out blood. Jax twisted it in deeper, eyeing her expression of utter shock and disbelief. As he let go, more blood burst from the wound as she fell back. Her limbs fell limp.
Jax stood quietly in the small puddle of blood unmoving. The body laid, motionless in the puddle. Colour started to drain, turning into a greyish purplish colour. He monitored his surroundings - bundles of dark hair scattered about, from her now noticeably patchy scalp. Ripped fabric from both his salmon overalls and her striped shirt were bestrewn. Jax’s eyes locked in with a significantly bright red cloth on the floor.
That ribbon.
That stupid fucking ribbon. That stupid little FUCKING ribbon had the audacity to laugh in his presence. It sat there like some sick reminder of what he did. Mistakes. Idiot decisions.
“Heh….. haha.
Ha. Ha. haHAHAHAHAAHEHEHAHAHHHAAHHAHAHWHEHAHHAHAH.”
Jax grabbed his face as he erupted in rotten laughter, dropping his dagger in the process. His hand smeared a bloody handprint across his face like a grotesque tattoo.
“You don’t deserve this,” falling to his knees, Jax stared at the corpse in front of him. Their features were so distinctly similar. “You’re disgusting.”
He thought. That was his purpose. He was the main character of this show. He was the favourite. He was the man of the house. He was the funny foil to the rest of the cast. Jax was a part of a cast of colourful characters, all with their own purpose to entertain the viewers. It was their own, little, perverted hell. He abandoned that version of him. There was no point. He was weak.
Just then, he felt the smooth, grainy texture of a handle along his fingers. A wooden bat welcomed itself in his presence. Jax’s eyes grew wide. Tightly gripping it, he watched the unmoving body cautiously. He gingerly stepped up and towards it in a slow fashion, holding the bat on his shoulder.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Strike, after strike, Jax continuously hit the carcass until it became an unintelligible blob. An unidentifiable mix of dull lavenders, greys and whites. His face contorted into an unreadable expression - pupils dilated, nearly filling the sclera, teeth bent into a sickening grin. His eyes were like dark pools of tar, that if one would fall into, they’d drown. Teeth yellowed over the years of lies that slithered through the slits. He didn’t care anymore. That blob didn’t look like him.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Just in case. Jax slammed the pulp until the bat finally broke in half, splinters flying everywhere, one snagging his cheek. He fell forward, dropping onto his knees painfully. Blood stained his yellow gloves and lilac arms.
His head turned, ever so slowly. Jax noticed something. A crack in the space in front of him. He stood up, walking towards the space. Sliding his fingers through, he opened it. He jumped back for a second, confused. Yet something pulled him towards it....... So he started ripping it open. Ripping, and tearing and ripping and tearing and ripping and tearing and ripping -
