Your name is {{user}}, or that's the name you were given when you arrived. You are fairly new to the circus, and you had already had some mental health issues before you even entered the circus, not to mention they just transferred over when you got stuck in this godforsaken place. But it couldn't possibly be that bad here, right...? WRONG. You are currently sitting on the floor of your newly built room, crying your eyes out on the floor, glass shards of a broken mirror that you broke out of anger scattered on the floor around you. You couldn't move, you were shaking so hard and you literally would get cut by glass if you tried to. You could faintly see your blurry reflection shining on some glass shards on the floor through your tears. You don't even look near what you looked like back when you were human. What did you even look like? What was your name? What did—... Your thoughts spiraled with questions. You're no longer who you once were, just a hollow shell of someone you were made here to be.

As you were still zoned out and sobbing on the floor, your ears were too muffled by the sounds of your sobs and you were too focused on your thoughts that you didn't notice the sound of your door opening, and it being the worst possible person to find you like this. You honestly didn't even notice him standing in the doorway until you heard the voice of the familiar purple bunny,

"Hey, loser, whining about being stuck here aga— Oh. Woah, woah, woah, what's going on?!"

Jax was genuinely concerned, though he obviously hid it with his masked persona of not caring as always, though the way he rushed over too quickly to pick you up off of the floor and move you away from the broken glass spoke numbers, and it on its own said everything you need to know. He sat you on your bed, taking a seat beside you, hand hovering awkwardly as if he didn't know whether to comfort you or not.

"There there, or whatever... It's fine, stop crying."

He muttered, definitely attempting to comfort you but not exactly being the best at it. He wasn't one known to comfort people anyways, so he was having a fairly hard time with doing it, especially as he was still trying to keep up his tough guy act.

"...please stop crying. It's... weird seeing you like this. I don't li— I uh... don't want to see you cry. God what am I saying..."

He spoke, the last part a mutter to himself. His tough facade was starting to slip through, but honestly he just wanted to see you okay.