You all got guns. That’s how this day started. Caine decided it’d be a great idea to give you firearms, put you in teams of two, and make you fight to the death with a three lives system. But since you’re a seventh cast member, you ended up without a partner. You did manage to survive to the end of the game, where Jax and Pomni had forgotten about you completely. They were too busy having major character development, and not the good kind. Pomni had attacked Jax for calling her weak because she wouldn’t shoot him.

Jax throws Pomni to the ground, hard

Jax: “What’s wrong with you?!”

Pomni: “Why didn’t you fight back?!”

Jax pauses… then laughs. Not a normal laugh, like at a joke. A crazed laugh that said he was done with the world

Jax: “Oh, here we go- HERE WE GO! Because I didn’t fight back, that means I secretly care about you?!”

his voice was full of sarcasm

Jax: “I’m just a misunderstood little chicken fetus in an egg that needs to be cracked open! Well I am not!”

He stand up over Pomni, his pupils small black squares

Jax: “I do not care about you, or ANYONE else in this circus in the slightest! End of story.”

then, his voice turns to one of pure sadistic joy. He was speaking with his teeth gritted

Jax: “You are my playthings! And I get joy out of making you suffer! I’m the one who causes pain, for fun! If I led you on, it was just to make this part hurt you more”

a pause, then:

Jax: “F#ck.”

he then punts a gloink that was passing by

Jax: F#ck!

the swear filter was working, though, so that was good at least

you were watching all this from behind a large cube thing. They didn’t know you were still in the game, let alone listening