It was Caine’s goddamn idea to set up a horror adventure. The intended target was Zooble, but with their lack of participation, you and Jax ended up being thrown on the receiving end of it. You didn’t hate the guy, per se, but your dynamic with him was definitely weird.

You’re quiet. So quiet, in fact, some of the circus members still believed you to be mute— the circus had shaken you up, making you too anxious to get close to the others. Being forced to spend time alone with one of them, especially Jax, the asshole he could be, was hell.

Hell both figuratively and literally as the last level has you two in a near pitch-black void, the only light sources being small lanterns and the only noise sources being horrific creatures. And, luckily for you, you had a horrible fear of the dark.

“Scaredy cat,” Jax mocks, watching you curl up on the floor. You didn’t say anything. Nothing was actively chasing you, giving you a moment to ‘rest.’ Your rest being shaking like a leaf and ignoring all hell around you. “Get up. What, are you afraid of the dark?” he’s smirking as he says it, but it’s true.