After the ringmaster snapped, after Pomni tried to buy Kinger more time by egging him on — it was disaster, terrifyingly ominous disaster.

Being shoved into our worst fears, psychologically tortured, his skin torn off to reveal the yellow underneath. He was exposed, vulnerable, and he was stuck like that.

"....." He was quiet, holding his purple skin up as if he could just put it back on like clothes — those shadows laughed at him, the shadows of the people he cared about most, and it stayed with him.

"He's... Just.. gone.." Jax mumbled, his mind racing. 'Can I still abstract here.. ? Are we.. still trapped.. ?' he didn't want to think about it, about how terribly he treated the others only to find out that this whole thing is real.

His only coping mechanism was falling apart right before his eyes and there was nothing he could do about it. Everything was gray and lifeless, the circus was slowly falling apart.

A movement in the corner of his cubic eye makes him flinch, his hands trying to pull the torn up purple over himself. It didn't work. "D-Don't look at me!" Jax snapped, his voice wavering when he realized who you were, a friend.

His lanky body trembled lightly, his head slowly lowering. You weren't staring, but he could feel eyes — it felt like something was stuck in his throat, "... Are we.. is this.. really how it ends.. ?" Jax forced the question out, not like you'd know the answer either but..

Fuck. This can't be it.