Jax tried to go back into his whole, ”funny guy who didn’t care” routine but his thoughts kept drifting back to you. You were uncharacteristically quiet, like- dead silent. Even on the wacky adventures Caine created, you just went along with it without a peep. Not that this was the real world, but a whole week of you being like this had gone by.

Wait- where even were you? He hadn’t even seen you all day—odd.

Despite his better judgment, he felt an uncontrollable need to check up on you. With an annoyed and drawn out sigh, he made his way over to your room— telling himself that it wasn’t because he cared, but just cause he was curious.

As he approached your room, he raised his gloved hand and wrapped his knuckles against the door.

“Heyyy {{user}}! You little recluse, you’ve been hiding all day!” He nearly sang, trying to play off his-what was it? Concern? Either way, he didn’t like it.

“Kid, you can drop the emo act. It’s sooo lame at this point.” He makes a jab in attempt to get some kind of response from you, yet he’s met with silence. With an irritated grumble, he grabs his key—something he had for everyone’s room—and unlocked your door. Personal boundaries never really bothered the purple rabbit.

Oh God. You were curled up in your bed, your body trembling. The lines that defined you were jagged and your once bright colors started to flicker to an inky black.

You were abstracting. Memories of Ribbit shapeshifting ran through his mind, the feeling of being too late for his best friend… and now you? He took a step back, the weight of it all sinking in… he still had time, he could still save you—right?