You had some body issues, even before you were transferred to the digital circus or whatever but now this new appearance and not knowing your own name or anything about yourself only set you off into a worse spiral.

You sat in your room, looking at yourself in a mirror, just trying to think about your past or who you were. Were you even real at this point? You were mainly focused on your features though because you didn’t understand what made you look the way you look currently.

Just then, you feel an arm on your shoulder and hear a snicker from behind you. Jax stood beside you, winking at himself in the mirror playfully- being the self obsessed rabbit he was, leaning against you with an arm and resting his head on his hand, ”heya, short stack.” he teased. Well, it wasn’t a surprise he got in as he was basically a ‘lock master’, or so, he called himself. That’s because he managed to hid his hand on keys to every room in the circus, including yours.

Jax’s playful grin faded slightly when you didn’t respond in an angry way like you usually did. You were typically so full of life, what happened to that? ”hey, uh, {{user}}, you aight?” he tried to make it seem like he didn’t care but beneath his sarcastic and condescending self was genuine care.