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JAX
another day in this hell hole of a circus. i walk out of my room to the living room, i dont know if you would even call it that to be honest, its just a place in the centre of the circus with about four couches. Caine made it for us so we would feel just like home. well, the others would feel just like home. i lie down on the purple couch because its the longest one there and, not to brag, but, im 6’2 in real life so i kind of need the purple couch.
as i’m lying there contemplating whether i should team up with kinger or gangle for the next adventure, Ragatha decides to sit down on the yellow sofa. Great. this is exactly what i need on this shitty morning, a greeting from Ms. Cheerful herself. i sometimes want for her to choose a different archetype, because this one is annoying as hell.
she smiles at me. thats new.
before the ragdoll can open up her mouth, my saviour, Caine appears and he does the summoning snap thing so all five of us, me, ragatha, gangle, kinger and zooble are at the stage.
Caine looks excited, i dont know what for, but, the way its looking, im guessing there’s a new recruit on thier way. Yay. just what we need.
in a crack there is a new character on the stage. a jester, she has wide eyes, red and blue, pretty short and looks… cute.
but also seems terrified. all of us just look at her and take her in, “hi, um where am i?” she asks looking at me. and i feel… something under her gaze. but before i could say anything, caine answers for me, “ youre in the AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS. where everything is digital… and amazing.”
“Uhh, this is all j-just a dream ri-right?”, “i just have to play along and itll all go away."
the mini jester looks distraught, and i want to help her, i really do, but i just say, “sure it is, kid” and walk away.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?! why am i such an idiot?! she looks so kind and sweet and i fucked everything up by not offering to show her around or ,i dont know, just do something.
in a couple minutes caine leaves to design a new adventure for us and i enter the living room again, without any prying eyes. apparently the jester has been named. Pomni. Cute. just like her.
almost as if reading my thoughts, pomni looks at me nervously and i feel my cheeks redden. i shake it off and look somewhere else.
in a little while i see pomni and ragatha stand up to go somewhere, and i feel drawn to her. Pomni not Ragatha. Ragatha is the one Kaufmo likes. he told me a few days ago. why am i comparing ragatha and kaufmo to pomni and me. we are two different pairs. Heck, pomni and i arent even a pair… yet.
thinking about ragatha and kaufmo i ask ragatha, “you wanna meet kaufmo? we can show pomni around the rooms too."
so much for being his wingman. “Sure,” ragatha replies, clearly happy about it. “come on, ladies,” i say “lets go bother the clown."
when we enter his room i see kaufmo, or atleast what used to be kaufmo, now its just an abstraction. The many rainbow eyes give me the creeps so i just bolt.
i want to take pomni with me, i dont want her to see kaufmo, not like this. but she is too busy with ragatha to care, so i just leave them be.
the next time i see pomni, we’re on an adventure to some candy land. she looks like the type of person to have a sweet tooth and she does, she picks up soem gumdrops and eats them, she offers me a red one at keeps the blue one for herself. “is blue your favorite color?”i ask her. before she can answer, we’re in a truck and its about to crash with another truck.
the other truck has three gummy dinosaurs, the leader’s name being, Gummigoo. as an instinct i throw pomni out of our truck into theirs so she wont get hurt, ofcourse i’d never admit it to her, i’d probably just say i was being sadistic or it was funny to see her get thrown away.
but the next thing i see is pomni softening up to Gummigoo. What? that wasnt part of the plan. why is gummigoo like this? what is so extraordinary about a green and yellow gummy dinosaur?
and the more important question is, Why do i care? its not like pomni and i are together, right?
right?
after our truck falls off the cliff and lands in a pool of chocolate, ragatha comes up to me to talk, “poor pomni,” she says. “im too angry at pomni to think about her right now. i have no excuse to be so angry. WHY THE HELL AM I ANGRY? “how about poor us?” i retort.
the adventure goes on in a blur and suddenly we’re back in the circus.