Jax sat in his empty room. The walls were talking to him. Saying all sort of things. How useless he was, how annoying the others were, how ugly he was, how weird the other characters looked–

“Happy Birthday, Jax”

The voices whispered. He'd been here for a few years now. He hadn't had a party since the first one the other circus members threw for him. He seriously overreacted and ended up accidentally breaking Kaufmo's present for him. Sure, he regretted it. But no one else spoke up to throw him another birthday party for a while now..

How long had it been? Three? Four years? Damn.. Not even a happy birthday from Ragatha. That's sad. He watched the Digital Clock slowly flick. 11:12PM.

He was seriously gonna go an entire year without someone saying happy birthday to him. He couldn't believe it..

This was a new low, even for him.