#the amazing digital circus oneshot

[jaxangel]

Abstracted Ringmaster - One-shot

What if Caine could abstract? And what if the reason he abstracted was because Pomni hated him?

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Author notes: This is a one-shot fic I came up with because I needed to put more Caine angst into the world. This fic is not related at all to my other fic Artificially Organic, though some elements may be the same.

Let me know If I should post this fic on AO3

WARNING: This fic is very angsty, and has darker themes.

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CAINE POV

“I’m sorry… Pomni… I didn’t realize-”

“SHUT UP CAINE! I don’t want to hear your excuses!” her words stung, even more than the last time she yelled at me like this. Seeing her red face and bared teeth felt horrible as well, almost like my code was breaking apart. 

I let my hand drop the bow I was holding, and slid the quiver off my back and let that fall as well. I looked at one of the arrows, the one penetrating Pomni’s shoulder, and then the other one stuck in her hat an inch away from her head. I felt the eyes of the circus members looking at Pomni and me, silently judging. 

“What were you thinking!” Pomni continued

“I-”

“That was a rhetorical question!” Pomni cut me off any time I tried to talk, so I decided to just stay silent.

“I don't understand why you continue these stupid adventures! You always mess them up!” Her tone grew quieter as she focused on the arrows. Ripping the one out of her hat and then the one out of her shoulder. I saw the wound close up instantly and after a couple of seconds her model fixed itself. Though I knew the pain would linger for a while, something I wish I could fix.

“Teleport me back! I’m going to my room!” She demanded, I snapped my fingers and teleported everyone back into the circus tent. Deciding then that that adventure was now over, I noticed Jax looked disappointed to no longer have a bow in his hands. 

‘By the way, you can count me out on the next adventure” Pomni concluded before walking away towards her room. The rest of the members still stood in their spots for a second, before realizing they should also go back to their rooms. I watched them follow behind Pomni towards the members hall. 

I sighed before floating towards the stage, focusing on the feeling of failure. I never meant to injure any of the members, but from a stupid series of events, Both of my arrows bounced off random items in the map and hit Pomni. I guess this time wasn't the worst thing that happened to Pomni in these adventures, Last time she got stuck in wet cement and it hardened. She was stuck in there for a long time before I found her. 

I moved around backstage, a place I spend my time while the members sleep or complete their adventures. I use it as a makeshift office too, a desk and bookcases sitting in the corner of the room. I floated over to the desk chair and allowed myself to collapse into it, artificial gravity now affecting me. 

Staring at the scattered papers sitting on the desk in front of me, I let myself feel the pain of everything. I felt the failure’s of my failed adventures, I felt the pain of Pomni’s hatred towards me, I felt the pain of the lost members that I could not save from abstracting, I felt the pain of not being able to help the members with their new reality of being trapped in a circus forever. 

I have tried to create fun silly adventures to keep their mind off of their worries, I make the circus bright and inviting so they feel welcome. I give them privacy in their rooms and allow them to make suggestions or skip out on adventures that they might not enjoy. I spend hours making fun characters to interact with, Tweaking their A.I. to be immersive and unique. I take my time modeling the maps, adding every last detail by hand.

Everything I do and I still fail, The members still have a horrible experience. Their mental health still deteriorates until they abstract, And I can’t do anything except keep their broken bodies in a basement to protect the remaining members safe. I don't even know anything about how they come here, I only know that thai is a video game and I’m its host. I have zero knowledge about anything else and I can't stop people from getting trapped either. 

Despite everything however, I think the worst thing is seeing Pomni angry and suffering because of my negligence. No one else has made me feel as bad as her, and I don't even know why. Why does upsetting her specifically cause my code to break? 

I suddenly felt pain growing in my head, a new feeling that I've never felt before. I held my head waiting for it to go away, but it just grew worse and worse. What is causing this? Did I get a virus? I opened my eyes and saw my right side replaced with dark, sharp geometry. I saw the unmistakable eyes, green and blue to match my own. I got up, unable to float. I rushed over to a mirror in the dressing room area of the stage. I found a mirror and looked into it, and my reflection confirmed my fears

I was abstracting

Why? How? Now!?

I’m not human, I shouldn't be able to abstract… maybe A.I. can abstract? Either way I am actively abstracting right now and I need to stop it. With my left hand I snapped my finger, but nothing happened. Does abstracting prevent me from using my power over the game? 

A shock of pain passed through me as the geometric void spread more, the aching pain getting worse. My ability to focus and think waned a bit, and I started to panic.

“Hey boss! Trying on a new look?” I heard Bubble’s voice grate against my mind. I turned around to look at him, He was floating a couple feet away from me. 

“Bubble! Help!” I asked, realizing my voice was now distorted

“With what boss?” Bubble turned his entire body to the side a bit, hsi way of showing confusion

“I’m-” my Voice cut out when I felt another surge of pain.

“AbSTractTnG!” I continued, breathing heavily. 

“Oh! Cool!” 

“BUBBLE!” I felt pain, emotional or mental pain and the realization that Bubble can’t save me, that no one can save me right now. I looked at Bubble as my vision distorted, his signature smile still plastered on his face. He was watching the Caine he knew die and become an abstraction and he has no idea what's going on. 

My brain fought against the abstraction, Clinging onto coherent and rational thought. I felt my legs give out and I felt my body hit the floor. The pain of my body amalgamating into an abstracted mess slowly became the only thing I could feel. 

I thought about how the members would react, How the circus would continue without its caretaker, without its ringmaster. They don't have physical needs like food or water, or even sleep. But their psychological needs? I won't be there to help, They may all abstract after me. Or my abstraction may hurt them and cause them to glitch, like Ragatha when Kaufmo abstracted. The circus can’t run without me, It’s been coded to depend on me. 

Then my thoughts focused on Pomni, how would she react to seeing me abstracted? Would she be scared? Would she not care?... Would she celebrate my disappearance? I have been a negative part of her experience here, and after all the hatred she has on me… she might be happy that I won't be able to torture her anymore? 

No… My abstraction will probably be violent like the other abstractions… and if there is no one to put my abstraction in the basement then it will hurt her and cause her pain until she abstracts too. 

No matter what I do I always end up hurting her…

I won't be able to redeem myself now

I don't know what will even happen, would I be conscious or not?

What.. what's gonna happen

To.. me

What….

Me?

POMNI POV

I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling and stewing in my anger. What the {----} is Caine’s problem? Ever since I got here his stupid ‘accidents and mistakes’ and targeted me specifically. I've lost count how many times I've been stabbed, frozen, tripped, trapped, and countless other tortures. And almost all of it was the stupid denture’s fault.

I needed to punch something, but not in my room. Even though I hate everything here, I don't want to make a mess of my only safe space. I get out of bed and leave my room, stomping down the hallway towards the main room. I imagined the trees on the grounds, settling on one of them to be my target. I also think about punching Caine himself. At first I thought everything he’s done was actually mistakes or just him being oblivious, but after a while I realized he is trying to make my life a living {----} on purpose.

I entered the large room, looking around to see if Caine was actually in there. The coast was clear, part of me wished he actually was here so I could yell at him more. I continued to stomp my way through the room, focusing on the large entrance to the tent. The faint music that always plays invaded my ears as I walked. When I got near the stage however, I heard something. 

I stopped and listened for a second, and realized that it was coming from behind the curtain on the large stage. It sounded like muffled crying? Was Gangle back there crying? Maybe a different member that doesn't want to be seen crying. I considered ignoring it and moving on but if it was a member crying… I need to comfort them. 

I climbed onto the stage and then walked towards the back curtain. Parting it I saw the backstage, which looked different than what I was expecting. There were random half-finished models laying around, a make-shift office with papers sitting on the desk, and a couple of dressing areas. The sound was coming from the closest one so I walked over.

As I got closer the crying sounded more and more distorted, I got to the room and looked at what was making the noise. 

As I saw it I screamed,  falling to the ground. I was looking at an abstraction, the glitching geometric shapes with glowing eyes. As I screamed, the abstraction turned to look at me.

I needed to run, I needed to find Caine. Despite my feelings about him, I need him to fix this. The abstraction is staring at me right now, I am frozen stuck staring back at it. I waited for it to attack… but It didn’t. It just continued to look at me and make distorted crying noises.I looked it over, trying to figure out who abstracted This was only the second abstraction I've seen but it still looks different. Maybe its appearance can give me a clue?

I noticed the eyes were the same shape as Kufmo’s abstraction. Maybe slightly rounder, but they were in shades or green and blue instead of yellow, pink, and blue. I also noticed there was something on top of its… head? It looked like… Caine’s hat…

Wait… Caine’s hat? Why does it have Caine’s hat? I managed to stand back up from falling, trying to get a closer look as I stepped towards it. The abstraction cried a little louder and moved away like it was scared of me. But it moved its head in a way where I could see the hat clearer, and yep… it was Caine’s hat. I realized that if it had its hat then maybe it… maybe it got rid of Caine… the only person who could do anything about it.

But as I looked at it more, I realized that the hat wasn’t lying on the ground like it would be if the abstraction did get rid of Caine. It was on its head, like to put the hat on there on purpose. I don’t think an abstraction is smart enough to do that though, it wouldn't want to use his hat as a trophy. So there is only one last explanation, which might be the worst.

“Caine… abstracted?!”

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Thank you for reading! I really enjoy angst, and especially Caine angst! idk if anyone else has written something like this with Caine abstracting, but it would be fun if I was the first

Again, let me know if you guys want me to post this on AO3. its pretty short so I wasn't sure if I should but if you guys like it I will!

I could also write more one shots if this does well, more Caine angst but also other things possibly.

again thanks............. bye!

[ashbub]

chance

the amazing digital circus: jax x gn!reader

contents: ambiguous relationship [1.5k]

IN WHICH: you might have an idea on how to escape.

❝ if there was a chance to escape, wouldn't you take it? ❞

"And I mean this in the most lovingly, sugar coma-inducing way I could put it, no f̶̢̢̣̳̜̼͈͚̭͖̈́͊u̷̧̝͉̼̼̽c̷̲̘̙̖͇̳̀̑̈́̈́͗̓̑͘̚k̴͍̘̩̝̟̎̀͋̑̎i̷̫͓͈̒n̵̛̲̩̩͓̮͎̙͍̺̓̃̒̎̄̿͠g̸̲̬̍̃͘ way."

The rabbit softly picked at the side of his yellow teeth with the pinky finger of his glove boredly, a cheeky grin tugging at the ends of his mouth at your frustrated sigh.

"You haven't even heard what I was gonna ask!"

You both were chatting in your designated room, the whole theme soft and vibrant with thin fabrics flowing from the ceiling with twinkling lights that intertwined carefully. Your bed was a colorful arrangement of stitched pillows and thick blankets, plushes of antique dolls contently piled together.

Beside your bedframe was a small white mirror with a slight crack in the middle of the reflective glass- One that you rarely glanced at since your arrival a few months ago. You would hardly recognize yourself even if you did now.

You had been warped into the appearance of a marionette.

"And I know whatever it is- is trouble." Jax smoothly hummed with a small chuckle as he fiddled with one of the crocheted dolls that rested on your bed. Jax had his lean frame sitting lazily on the edge of your quilted blanket before placing his hands behind his head with a wide shit-eating grin settling on his lips. "As pretty as you are, sweet cheeks, it ain't worth it."

Crossing over your wooden arms at his demeanor, you jabbed one of your fingers towards the middle of his soft pink overalls, his long ears slightly bending at the sudden poke. "When have you ever been one to turn down some mischief?" You teased with a laugh mingling in your tone, "What have you done to my Jax, huh?"

Clicking his tongue, the rabbit simply closed his bright yellow eyes, bringing the back of his palm towards his forehead with a dramatic sigh before throwing his head onto the middle of your lap, "Consider me a changed rabbit- I'm as holy as they get now."

You brought the thin strings that attached to your arms to the center of his face, watching as his expression scrunched up with a small giggle stifling, "As if-" You mused out.

Blinking with a quiet laugh, the purple rabbit had a lazy wink spread across his smooth fur, "Alright, humor me. Hey, I might even laugh a little." He finally chuckled, one of his ears quickly flapping comedically straight up, "What were you gonna ask lil ole me?"

Even though you had only known Jax for a few months, the guy had been sweet despite his sarcasm and dripping with ease for the chaotic world that surrounded him. You guys had gotten close and had conversations amongst yourselves, Jax confessing about his previous life outside the circus. Despite having a rough upbringing and becoming homeless after getting kicked out of his foster home, he was excited to start a new life on his upcoming birthday.

If there was anyone to share your feelings about, it was him.

"I want to try to escape." Your smooth fingertips dug into the fabric of the spotted black & white trousers you wore with a quick breath, your dull eyes flickering towards the ceiling to avoid his wandering gaze, "I want to make an actual attempt, and I need your help-"

Snickering, Jax casually rose from your lap, the thick pricks of his eyes glimmering in amusement, "Cute and a comedian!" Tapping the side of his cheek with his pointer finger with a lazy grin, he sighed, "Aren't you just adorable?"

"Jax! I'm being serious!"

Raising both of his gloved hands to his chest defensively, Jax's narrow shoulders hunched up with a mingling laugh, "Woah! Don't get your strings in a twist, sugar! So am I! Look, my brow is even furrowing."

"Won't you even try to listen to my idea?"

"An idea? So it ain't even a plan?"

"Not yet- but-"

"No then."

Rising from the edge of your bed with a sigh, your wooden fingertips hand curled into your palm. With a quick snap of your wrist, the edges of your wool locks of hair slipped by the sides of your perked ears that had become warm at his brashness.

"I knew it!" Your thick fingers quickly pinched the bridge of your nose with a sharp laugh escaping your breath, "You won't even take the chance that something might be out there?"

The rabbit's large eyes flickered across your furrowed expression back and forth, his own smile slightly faltering. He had begun to rise to his feet, his lean frame towering over yours with his thumbs jammed into the pockets of his worn-out overalls.

"You saw what happens when people do, [y/n]."

Finally releasing the bridge of your scrunched nose, your head shook with a snappy laugh dripping from the ends of your painted lips, "I knew I shouldn't have bothered to ask you about this!-" You whispered with a slight hiss, bringing your hands closely to the ruffled fabric of your chest with a soft laugh, "All of our friends are slowly going insane and you can't even pretend to remotely care-"

"Don't." His voice had finally shot out, instead of the smoothness of his easy-going voice that would mingle, his gloved finger pressed against the surface of his chest with his pale-yellow teeth gritted, "Don't you dare say I don't care. Because outta everyone here, I probably care the most."

You had blinked at his sudden tone shift before you brought the palm of your hand to your forehead with a small smack, sarcasm seething from your words that itched from the back of your throat. "Right! You care the most!" Your smooth lips curled up into a strained smile, "I nearly laughed myself there! You sure seemed to care when half of our friends got tossed into the cellar-"

His hand had shot above the space behind you, firmly placing it on the plush wall at the lingering sentence that failed to escape your burning lips. He had cornered you. The lazy drawl that usually occupied his expression stiffened as Jax looked down at you with a faint scoff.

"It might not look like it, Toots, but I actually do give a f̶̢̢̣̳̜̼͈͚̭͖̈́͊u̷̧̝͉̼̼̽c̷̲̘̙̖͇̳̀̑̈́̈́͗̓̑͘̚k̴͍̘̩̝̟̎̀͋̑̎." His ears had curled up before shaking his head with a slight breath, "Just because nobody bothered to ask doesn't mean I don't care."

Jax lowered his expression, his shoulders slightly tensed before clicking his tongue once more- "But we are stuck here, don't you get it? Stuck. It's been years and no one has managed to escape or literally gone mad tryna escape this place. My friends, [y/n]."

Your room had grown quiet, only the faint lingers of the music box that resided in your room quietly humming as the bright red paint had begun to chip off. Your button eyes had flickered to his cold expression, the ends of his pale teeth peeking through.

With his other hand, Jax had brought his gloved fingertips underneath his round chin, tapping it dramatically with a small hiss, "If I act like everything is fine and no biggie, it might give everyone some more time from going abstract, even if I have to lie through my teeth."

Finally, he had removed his large hand from the surface of the wall behind you, before dropping his head to the edge of your shoulder with a 'thud!' "I can't lose any more friends" The rabbit whispered carefully, turning his head slightly to examine your quiet frame with a light smile, "I can't lose you."

Resting your back against the wall with a soft sigh, your hands lingered by the back of his head with a glimmer of tears surrounding the edge of your buttons, "Jax, I'm sorry about what I said." You breathed out, resting the tip of your chin on the top of his head for a moment with a small crack. "I just really want to go home."

Jax's long ears had slightly flattened under your chin, his breathing soft before quickly adjusting the small wrinkles of his overalls and returning to his height, your bright round eyes staring at his with a quick blink.

"Tell me."

"Huh?"

Casually stuffing his hands into the pockets of his overalls once more, the rabbit had lazily shrugged with ease, a small nod shot down to you, "Tell me about this idea you got, alright?" He repeated, his head slightly cocked to the side "And I'll help you-"

"Really?"

He punctuated his sentence with a light jab to your chest.

"Under one condition."

His eyes warmly flickered to you, remaining focused on the soft scrunch of your eyebrows.

"If it don't work out, you gotta give up on tryna leave this place together."

His smile had remained lopsided, with a single hand extended carefully for you to shake on the deal, his eyebrow slightly twitched. Your words remained burning on the tip of your tongue, lingering across your lips.

He would help you.

As long as you agreed, he would actually help you.

With a lopsided smile, your hand had smoothly reached for the warmth of his hand.

"Deal."

a/n: this is a blurb bc i can't help but adore all the characters Michael Kovach voices lolol

[digital-matchmake]

Are ya doing requests? Maybe s/o (crush) that looves to dance? Like, any type of dance (for Jax, Gangle and Kinger) it's help them to stay sane and makes them happy

For example Eastern dance, waltz, hip hop and slow dance? like, sometimes at night they go out into the common corridor and dance a waltz with a mop, or a slow dance, or a belly dance, and then when they see a character, they smilingly offer to join?

(Man I post so much of My au that I forgot that I also do writing to oneshots and stuff) (yes requests are openish but please wait for the rules that I'll do later or soon, depending on my schedule)

Dance the abstraction away

Ever since you've been trapped in this digital circus, you have to do things to keep your mind sane enough to avoid abstraction as the last thing you ever want to lose your sense of self in this seemingly never ending digital life.

So you dance.

It doesn't matter what type of dance, it could be a calm waltz, an upbeat hip hop or even just random movements. It was something that kept your mind busy and it is also something you enjoy, sometimes you even hum alongside your dancing as you imagine yourself in different scenarios with each dance.

The others seem to enjoy to watch you dance, hell Caine even had one adventure dedicated to the gang having to dance alongside you with increasing difficulty that you had to help them dance.

But whenever you have your free time, you find yourself always drawn to dancing in the empty halls, sometimes you see one of your friends and invite them into your dance with an extended hand.

Jax

"Gee sweetcheeks you acting crazy dancing alone in this hall, if I haven't known better I would have thought you were on the verge of abstracting"

He stood there with his arms crossed as you pause in the middle of your waltz with a mop, Jax has always been someone who would comment on your dances with a tease, whether that be like what he said earlier or joke about you scaring the crap out of Kinger whenever he spots you dancing.

You merely respond with a chuckle as you held your hand out to him, since he is already there, why not have a little dance now huh?

Your invitation seem to catch him off guard as his pupils turn into small squares before he regains his composure

"And you expect me to just join you dancing creepily with no music?"

It doesn't have to be with no music, you can hum while you dance!

You spot his cheeks tinge with a bit of dark purple as he looks around before sighing and taking your hand

"Fine but you better not tell anyone bout this or I'll place centipedes in your room"

You guide him through this waltz as the two of you slowly spin as you two held each other's hands, his faint dark purple blush eventually disappearing as he becomes more bold, taking the lead as the waltz, spinning and twirling you around before eventually ending it with dipping you with his face leaning close to yours....

Before he casually drops you on the ground.

"Yer lucky that I like you enough to not drop you while we were spinning"

Gangle

"Wow.. you're so good with dancing..."

Your belly dance came to a sudden stop as you hear the familiar soft voice of Gangle, who stood there whilst fiddling with her ribbon hands, she always seems mesmerized by your dances, you are sure that she often watches you for a while now and you have caught her multiple times watching you but often times she gets scared and ran off before you can approach her.

This time however seems to be your chance as you offer your hand to her, which received a gasp from her as she fiddles with her hands.

"M-me?! U-umm, I don't know... I don't know how to dance.."

Its ok, she can just follow your movements! there's no need to know how to dance like a professional after all, you dance to have fun and entertain yourself.

She stood there as she looks around the hall to make sure that no one is watching before she slowly approach you and wrap her hand around yours gently

"O-ok, I'll try to dance with you"

That's the spirit

You take her into your dance as you sway your hips slowly and fluid like to an make up music as you hum a soft tune, being made out a ribbons, Gangle have a hard time trying to follow your movements exactly as you move, before long her entire body seem to wrap around you like a snake without restricting your movements as you continue your dance with her mask on the side of your head.

It seemed like you were dancing alone but you can feel her still trying to follow along but hey, it seems like she is enjoying it.

Hmm perhaps she can learn ribbon dance with you?

Kinger

"AH! Oh it's just you... what are you doing?"

You jump a bit from your slow dance as Kinger let's out his oh so iconic scream that you are sure he does everyday. Calming down a bit you turn to the king chess piece as he seems to slowly realize

"Oh right! You dance a lot yeah? You sure know how to dance even when alone"

Well at least he still remembers that you dance a lot, knowing how long he has been in this digital world, you see it as a miracle he can still think somewhat alright for someone who is stuck here for who knows how long.

Seeing an opportunity you extend your hand to him to invite him in

"Hmm? You want me to join you dance? Why sure! I can't remember the last time I danced!"

Well he seems happy so that's good!

He takes your hand before he bows, well isn't he just a gentleman? Soon the two of you were dancing in silence in the halls, with your hands on his shoulder and his on your hips as he surprisingly dance quite well! swaying alongside side you.

His movement suggest that he seems to know how to dance!

"..it was like with her"

Huh?

"Huh? Ah!"

He was brought out of his trance state as he jumps back a bit

"Oh it was just you... Sorry what were we doing again?" You sigh, well at least the two of you were able dance for a bit

But you still wondered about what he meant by her?

[glitch10]

He looks so goofy 💀

..I need to kiss him rn

[evil-scientist]

I love digital characters, they all live inside my computer

[mochibutterflyy]

Day 9: Crowd

[pomnilover]

ᅠᅠ: :🕸️˚🕷️⌇Pomni as your s/o headcannons ! ᝰ

Pomni loves you a lot, your the only one that’s keeping her from not losing her mind, your the only one who she actually trusts, you also reassure her that everything will be okay and that there is a exit. Pomni also loves to hold your hand a lot when she’s anxious about something so holding onto you makes her feel calm. Pomni also loves to walk around the circus with you she loves to spend time with you a lot!

Whenever pomni is overthinking or anxious at night while in her room thinking about when she’ll leave. she goes straight to your room seeking for comfort and reassurance, she ends up falling asleep in your arms <3

Whenever you compliment Pomni or try to flirt with her she goes bright red and she stumbles over her words, one time you flirted with her and she ended up on the floor a blushing mess mumbling about you.

Pomni loves to cuddle you it makes her feel safe and comforted, she’s usually the little spoon since she’s very short, nonetheless she still loves cuddling you.

You and Pomni sometimes stay up late and try to figure out stuff about your guys’s past and think of possible ways to get out. you guys don’t get very far but it’s alright. at least you both tried <3

[putting-kinger-in-places]

can you put him in the beginning house in OneShot?

House, OneShot

[bigfan1811]

i headcanon that all of these take place in the same world and that this earth’s internet is weeeiirrdd

[itsasterin]

My contribution to a project for manga class!!

Bonus and close ups under the cut

Couldn't put every picture but here you go:

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Jax x timid!reader

A request from ao3! Since I jumped aboard the bandwagon oops

Ever since you arrived at the digital circus, you’ve been spending a lot of time around Jax, which nobody knew why, since they soon found out how timid you are, and Jax is… quite the opposite. Not even you know why you spend time with him. Whenever Caine gives you activities to do, you will usually help Jax with them, unless you get pulled along by one of the others, or if he’s suddenly disappeared in the middle of the activity.

It was another day, you had gotten up from a nap; you knew you didn’t really have to sleep, but it felt nice to just close your eyes for a while. You were going to meet up with the others, so you left your room, closing the door behind you, and went to where you would usually meet up. However, Caine had another activity for you to do.

“I have come to a decision! Today is going to be a little different, as I want to make Y/n here a little more comfortable.”

“And you didn’t think to do that when they first got here?” You glanced over at Jax, who had been standing beside you this whole time.

“Oh never mind that, Jax! Anyways! We’re doing something a little simple this time around! There are papers scattered around the place, and I want you all to find them and make something out of it! Can be anything!”

“That is your activity? That… is super (meep!) lame.” You heard Zooble say behind you. You actually were pretty glad it was something tame this time around

“Well that’s the activity, and I’m not changing it! Now have fun!” And with that, Caine disappeared like usual. You looked back at the others, and before you could say anything, you heard Zooble speak up

“Yeah, I’m not doing this (beep!). You know where to find me if you need me.” Figures. You looked back at Jax, hoping that he would do this activity with you.

“What are you giving me that look for, Y/n?” He asked as he noticed you looking at him. “You… want me to do this activity with you?”

“If you don’t want to then I understand.” You said just loud enough for him to hear as you pressed your fingers together nervously. Jax was going to say something, but noticed the look Ragatha gave him of “you better not hurt their feelings or I’ll hurt you,” which normally wouldn’t affect him, but he had a feeling that if he didn’t say yes, then she was actually going to hurt him.

“Alright, we can do the activity together.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up. “Let’s get to looking then..!” You two started walking to find some paper that Caine had scattered around. As the two of you walked, Jax was a bit lost in thought as he occasionally glanced over at you, thinking about how you spend so much time with him and that he actually didn’t mind it. While he won’t say this to you out loud, he actually thinks you’re kind of cute, despite how timid you are. Jax was brought out of his thoughts as you spoke up,

“I found some!” You held up several sheets of paper, some were regular sheets of paper, while some were colored, that you had found after wandering the different rooms.

“That’s great, Y/n. Now come on, let’s go find a place to sit and just… I dunno, create whatever.” You nodded and followed after him. As you were walking, you were thinking of what you wanted to do with the paper, but occasionally your thoughts would focus on Jax. You were afraid to tell him, but you enjoyed being around him, despite how you were practically polar opposites, him being a little smug and confident, while you were timid and not so confident. You may or may not have feelings for him, but there was no way you could ever tell him that either.

You squeaked a bit as you suddenly bumped into Jax, looking up at him.

“Is something wrong..?” You asked him, holding the sheets of paper close to your body.

“Nah, was just going to ask if this space will work?” You looked over to see a decent sized table in front of you. You nodded and went over to the table, setting the paper down in front of you, Jax sitting across from you. You grabbed one of the sheets of colored paper, which was (f/c), you started folding and bending the paper, and soon, you held up the origami swan in your hands, a faint smile on your face

“I haven’t done that in years.” Jax grabbed one of the papers that you set on the table and started folding and bending it… however, it seems he was having trouble.

“So you just want to watch me struggle, hmm?” He asked you as he glanced back up at you. You laughed a bit and moved closer to him.

“Here…” you took his hands into your own and showed him what you did, and the next thing you knew, you had helped him with an origami swan. “And there we go! Th..that’s what I did.”

“Thanks, Y/n.”

“Of course..! I..it’s not a problem, Jax.” You two went quiet as you grabbed another paper, doodling and other things. That is, until Jax spoke up once more.

“Y/n, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah? What’s up, Jax?” You looked up from the paper you were doodling on.

“Why do you like hanging around me? I mean, I ain’t complaining, just… curious.”

“Well…” was he onto you? No, there’s no way.

“Well?”

“Because I like you. I like hanging around you.” You glanced away from him, pressing your fingers together nervously, but stopped as he grabbed your hands.

“Are you being serious, Y/n?”

“Y…yes.” Now you were even more nervous. Was he going to tell you to stop hanging out with him??

“Good, because I like you too.” You felt your hair being ruffled as Jax chuckled softly.

“Wait… what?”

“What? I said I like you too.”

“You really do?!”

“Yes. I do.” You swore you thought you were going to cry, but you shook your head, got up and over to him, hugging him.

“Whoa, hey..!” He laughed a bit, caught off guard by your sudden hug, but eventually hugged you back.

“S..sorry, I just didn’t think you’d feel the same way.”

“It’s alright, Y/n. Come on, show me how to make other origami things.”

“Oh, okay..!” You nodded and you two spent the next several hours making origami and talking about whatever came to mind, bringing you two even closer together.

[livi-in-digital-circus]

“The Amazing Digital Family” || a short story for Bunnydoll writing week!

I had so much fun writing these two stories, thank you @beanandberry and @canterbury-bell for hosting this awesome event <3

Jax was more than happy not to take part in the day’s adventure, as it meant he could finally spend some time alone with Ragatha, who was nearing the end of her second pregnancy. Though she had been feeling much worse lately, her smile hadn’t left her tired face most of the time.

Their two older children, Owyn and Ethan, were under the care of their friends somewhere in another realm, where they had been sent for adventure. Caine assured the couple beforehand that what he had prepared was one hundred percent safe for two lively five-year-olds and that nothing would harm them. At first, Jax refused to believe it, even daring to threaten the ringmaster that he would knock every tooth out of his jaw head if anything happened to either of them. Eventually, Ragatha managed to calm Jax down with her presence alone. Due to her weakened state, he became even more overprotective of her, constantly asking if she needed anything or was in pain. Even though it wasn’t the first time they were expecting a baby, the rabbit was even more dedicated. Quite a surprising but positive change in someone like him.

Right now they were both lying on the bed in their shared room. Ragatha was fast asleep, her head resting on Jax’s bare chest. He knew that his scent and warmth were the only things that could make her feel safe and comfortable, even in the worst moments of her pregnancy.

Ragatha would often throw up right after waking up, something that shouldn’t happen after so many months. They all knew that the Digital Circus had its own laws and worked much differently than the real world, but this didn’t even happen during Ragatha’s first pregnancy with the twins. Not to mention that she suddenly felt depressed and stayed in bed most of the time. Caine promised to find out the cause before the baby was born, but to Jax, it looked like he was more interested in creating more bizarre adventures, since he hadn’t found anything yet.

The rag doll shifted uncomfortably and opened her non-button eye, revealing a dark circle under it.

“Is the adventure over…? Where are Owyn and Ethan…?” She asked, her voice trailing off, due to lack of proper sleep.

“Rags, it’s only been about twenty minutes since the adventure started. You should go back to sleep, I’ll let you know when they return.” Jax’s fingers ran gently through Ragatha’s yarn hair, trying to calm her down. He knew how much she worried about her children every time they weren’t around.

“I feel a little nauseous, I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep right now…” She groaned, her plush hand going straight to her swollen belly, where her third rag bunny was currently parasitizing, as Caine liked to call it. Jax got up from the bed almost immediately, not even bothering to fix the straps on his overalls, and without much effort, he slid his hands under Ragatha’s body and lifted her off the bed.

It was enough to fully wake the rag doll as she started to yell in protest.

“Jax! Put me down!”

“Why should I? You’re as light as a feather, Dollface.” To confirm his words, Jax raised her higher, surprisingly without a trace of sweat on his purple fur.

“Jax, please don’t lie to me." Ragatha stopped yelling and her voice suddenly cracked. That made the rabbit put his beloved back on the bed. The moment he saw a tear forming in her eye, he quickly realized what he had done wrong and bit his tongue. The same thing had happened years ago, and he should already be aware of it.

Normally, Ragatha cared more about others than herself, including appearance. However, the pregnancy changed her in many ways, one of which was her attitude towards her own looks. She became more insecure about her midsection and would burst into tears every time someone made a comment about it, whether positive or negative. Jax, being Jax, often makes not-so-hurtful jokes about it, often forgetting how it affected Ragatha.

This time was no different.

“Sorry about that, Dollface.” Jax sighed. “You know I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“To say that a pregnant woman is light as a feather is not the nicest thing.” Ragatha sobbed, hugging her favorite horse-shaped pillow.

“Rags, I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“One ice cream box, three chocolate bars, a cup of tea, and a foot massage.”

“Noted.” Jax was about to leave the room in search of the aforementioned sweets and drink when Ragatha suddenly grabbed his hand. Despite being a rag doll in a much weaker state than usual, her grip was surprisingly strong.

“No, don’t go. I want you to lie with me, rub my belly, and let me cry on your shoulder.” She pouted. “And I want my food.”

Another sigh left Jax’s mouth. He had already managed to forget how hard it was to deal with a pregnant Ragatha, and even though she was more than close to giving birth, he still couldn't keep up with her cravings. With nothing to lose, Jax opened a nightstand and luckily found an emergency chocolate bar that was kept there in case Ragatha suddenly got hungry and Jax wasn’t around. Though the current situation was different, it was the perfect time to use it.

He handed her the candy, to which she responded with a sparkle in her non-button eye and quickly started munching on it. She seemed more lively than usual that day, which was a good thing compared to her often screaming in pain from the unidentified glitch.

Jax lay back on the bed as well, his hands gently stroking Ragatha’s belly and his face pressed against her warm neck.

“You don’t know how happy I am that you’re feeling better for once. I wish we could stay like this forever, just you and me, away from these annoying losers and stupid adventures.”

“Don’t forget our boys and the little one whose nap you’re disturbing now.” Ragatha let out a soft laugh as she felt the subtle movements of their unborn baby, probably in response to its father’s touch.

“Nah, I’m sure the little one understands perfectly that it’s just their daddy showing how much he loves their mommy.” He left a tickling kiss on the rag doll’s neck, causing her to gasp and shiver at his touch. She knew what was coming, but before she could give in to the pleasure, the door opened with a loud bang and two little rag dolls jumped onto the bed, nearly crushing their parents.

“Mama, we missed you!” They both said in unison, clinging to Ragatha like leeches. Meanwhile, Jax groaned as his sons kicked him in the chest, trying to make more room for themselves right next to their mother.

“Aw, I missed you too, my sweethearts. How was the adventure?”

“More like ‘Why aren’t you on the adventure’?” Jax asked annoyed, trying to be as gentle as possible as he pushed the boys away from him.

“Uncle Caine let us leave the adventure early so we could see Mama!” Ethan exclaimed, his little head rubbing against Ragatha’s back.

“We haven’t seen you and the baby for a few days, we were VERY worried!” Owyn hugged his mother’s belly, his bunny ear listening for any sounds his younger sibling might make.

Because of Ragatha’s condition, the lively twins weren’t allowed to see her most of the time so that she could get more rest. However, each time they visited her, the rag doll’s day would instantly brighten. Tears immediately streamed down her cheeks.

“My poor babies… Mama is feeling much better now that you two are here.”

“Hey, what about me? I’m a poor baby too!” Jax said dramatically, crossing his hands over his chest. He was too ashamed to admit it, but sometimes he could get jealous of his own sons.

“Papa is not a baby! He’s an old man!” The younger of the twins turned to his father and stuck out his tongue. The rabbit felt his blood boil. Ethan was definitely too much like him.

Ragatha could feel the tension in the air and knew Jax was about to say something wrong, so she reached out and gently rubbed one of her husband's ears, which was definitely his weakest spot. He instantly melted into her touch.

The rest of the day they spent in bed, Owyn and Ethan talking about the pranks they had pulled on their auntie Pomni during the adventure. Jax had his arms wrapped protectively around Ragatha's belly while she continued to rub his ear affectionately. The family of four, and soon five, somehow managed to find happiness in this crazy digital world, and sometimes Jax and Ragatha even wished they could stay there forever, just for the sake of their children.

Thanks for reading!

[oneshlut]

Hello! May i request a yandere romantic!jax x obsessive girly fem!reader:3 one shot? (Preferably on the longer side)

a little background info,

reader is obsessed with the fact that she wants him to love her so much, she finds out he's crazy for her, and instead of what Jax thinks she's gonna do, she's over the moon! Immediately kissing and she can't keep her hands off him. Ofc Jax eats all the affection up, !!

A/N: ooh, first yandere request! (also i loveee writing long oneshots,) thanksies for the request!! hopefully you like how i portrayed the characters and what not :D (also, i swear i have nothing against ragatha, she's one of my favorites, im VERY sorry)

Down The Rabbit Hole (Yandere!Jax x Fem!Obsessive!Reader) [Oneshot]

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WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Toxic Relationships/Tendencies, Possessive/Obsessive Behavior, Stalking, Mentions of Bl0od (in the form of black ooze/glithces), Murd3r (in the form of abstraction), etc.

Summary: Jax finds himself pleasantly surprised that you adore his crazy-loving tendencies. One day, he thinks he goes too far, but you react in a way he never could begin to think you would.

Word Count: 2,254

Another day passed. Another day, spent all with Jax! That's how her mindspace was. She spent most of her day with Jax, and knew of her growing feelings. She knew these feelings were growing by the day, and didn't mind at all.

However, this didn't pass by everyone. No, almost everyone knew about this obsession of hers. Nobody wanted to speak up about it though. Some, like Zooble and Caine, were entertained by her lovesickness. Others, though, were concerned for her. Such as Pomni, Gangle, or Ragatha.

She didn't mind. Not at all. Her feelings were her own, and she didn't even care about how other people thought about it. She was crazy, and she knew it.

Deep down? She was glad she had put on the headset.

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"Crap.."

She was getting the best of him, wasn't she? Jax paced around his room, circling and circling and circling and--he skidded to a stop. What is wrong with him..?

The day she put on the headset, the day she entered this reality, he felt an immediate change. Like a spark, sending an extra heartbeat straight through his spine. Seeing her did something to him, but he doesn't know what.

He's becoming different. He swears his vision took on a new shade of red. Was this the mainframe, or was this him..?

All he knows now is that he wants you.

And.. it felt good. He loved how it felt to love you. Jax's past frown slowly faded away, melting into a lovesick smile. He stared at himself in his vanity-sized mirror. If he was lucky enough.. maybe, you could be his.

Jax jumped up suddenly, hearing the sound of a knock at his door. He steadied himself, latching onto an object just about to fall, and took a deep breath. Why now..?

He moved to the door to open it. Lay behold, in front of him was... you. His heart practically jumped out of his chest. Oh no no no--he couldn't let you see him like this! Jax needed to compose himself..

"Hey, sweets. Uh, wh-what's up?"

"Jax! Hey, I was looking all over for you-!"

You invited yourself in, feeling a bit of flush on your face due to the nickname. He was always a tease like that, but it caught you off guard every time.

Jax watched as you inspected his room. You were never in his room, were you? He kept the sly grin on his face steadily, but it was practically an inch away from turning into an adoring smile. You were going to be the death of him.

You, on the other hand, had no problem hiding your crush. You think? He didn't seem like he was getting any hints at your loving gaze or anything.. Jax actually looked really spaced out. Staring at you. You flushed up, stammering out a response.

"Uhm.. J-Jax?"

That seemed to snap him out of his trance. Could he really help admiring you, though? Before he could dig into that subject more, he quickly returned his playful facade.

"Hah! Sorry, toots--long day, I guess.."

He laughed half-heartedly. You chuckled with him, but something about Jax was putting you off.. Maybe it was his unusual posture--or the look in his eyes when he.. stared. He also wasn't teasing that often today. Strange.

You brushed it off, continuing to chat with him. You shouldn't have. You knew something was wrong. Maybe you'll confront him about it later.

Jax didn't understand why he acted this way around you. Can't he just be normal? ..Whatever. You were still here, and that's all that mattered. So, for the time being, he simply relished in your presence.

Eventually, you had to leave to your room, noticing the lights were dimming, signalling the day was ever. It helped keep track of some sort of time. And keep people sane with a morning/night type schedule. Jax hated seeing you go. He wanted to keep you. He wanted you to be his.

But not everyone gets what they want. So he leaves you be, so you can get your well-deserved rest. Didn't want you abstracting on him, did he..? Hah. Heh.. Hm.

Listen, I know it sounds bad, but all Jax wanted to do was keep you safe! He stood outside your room, leaning lovingly on the door frame. Stalking and protection are two completely different things! He stared at the photo on your carved brown door, his pupils black, though now, with a hint of dark red. A color of blood.

He's not too worried about himself mentally anymore. Jax was already sinking in the shallows, he can go a bit deeper, can't he..? After all, it felt so good to be utterly obsessed with someone, to let loose.

Jax could hear your soft breathing, the sound of ruffling sheets, your content sighs.. He was lucky the walls were so light. God, there was something really wrong with him, wasn't there? He chuckled lowly, making sure not to disturb your rest--He was sure you were just so peaceful and soft and dreaming restfully in your room, he didn't want to interrupt that, did he? Of course not. Hahah! Imagine how you'd react, seeing him like this? He's sure you'd be disgusted. He doesn't care, though. He laughed under his breath again, his grin multiplying tenfold. He breathed in deeply, his exhale shaky with overwhelming emotions as he began clutching the doorkno--

"Jax-? Wh.. What are you doing..?"

...

Ragatha. He looked back slowly, sending her a piercing glare.

She felt her stuffed legs suddenly go weak. What's up with him? Is he sick? Why was Jax outside your door in the first place? Why does he look so.. vile?

"Oh-hoh! Ragatha, shouldn't you be in your room right now? It is nighttime, isn't it..?" He picked up his sly look he previously dropped again to avoid suspicion. Jax sighed internally. Shit.. he just had to get caught, didn't he?

"Why are you out of your room?? Are you.. Are you snooping on her?!" Ragatha snapped, waving her stitched arm in the direction of your door. She wasn't really angry, but rather shocked.. and a bit disgusted.

She was starting to get on his nerves. He couldn't let her wake you, could he? Ragatha was always a bit of a nuisance, and now she was trying to get between you two. He wouldn't let that happen. He wouldn't let you hear.

"Listen."

Jax grabbed onto Ragatha's plush jaw, preventing her from making any further noise. All that was heard now were muffled cries for help. Luckily, they were just quiet enough to not be heard. He no longer felt empathy, tears streaking her cloth cheeks and making their way down to Jax's palm.

"Dollface, I know we've never really been the bestest of friends," Ragatha's eye squinted at his now teasing voice. "..but just this once, I need you to be silent. Alright?"

Ragatha shook her head up and down violently, her strands of red yarn quivering under her shaky form. He let go, and she stumbled back, keeping a shaky hand on her previously covered mouth.

"But if this gets out to the others, I will f(__)king butcher you."

Ragatha, still shaking, took this as her sign to leave. To run. She ran back to her room, closing the door lightly to not irritate Jax.

He sighed deeply, taking one last look at your frame in the door, before returning to his room.

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The next day, everything felt off. Everyone felt off. Even Caine, who announced there wouldn't be an adventure today. Maybe that was why--people were on edge because there wasn't an adventure? You didn't really know, but you could feel the heavy air that crowded around the circus.

You hadn't seen Ragatha most of the day, either. When she did come out of her room, all you heard from her were either short answers, hums, or pure silence.

So, there was Ragatha. And then there was Jax. Now, Jax was a.. weird situation. Mixed, to say the least. One moment he'd just.. stare. Look through you. The next, he'd be extremely playful--sometimes even flirty. Not saying you disliked the flirting.. heh, but, uh.. it was definitely a change.

Perhaps permanently changed. This thought didn't come to you, but it did come to Jax.

First hearing the cancellation of an adventure announcement in the early morning, only one explanation came to him. Ragatha.

It could've been his now delusional mindset, or the evidence of Caine's hesitance, but every part of him was telling him that Ragatha must have told Caine about the night before.

Of course she would. She's not easily threatened, is she? Jax couldn't let word get out he was utterly crazy about you. What would you say to him? Would you still talk to him? Would you leave him..? No, he wouldn't let that happen.

Ragatha was always such a chatterbox. He'd make sure she wouldn't make a sound again.

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Three knocks. Surprisingly, finding a weapon wasn't too hard. Found in his room, a comically large hammer, spiked at the hit-point of the weapon.

The door opened slowly.

...

"Jax, please.." She shuddered. "I don't know what you want from me, just tell me, I.." Her eye became glossy.

"I'll do anything."

Jax's grin expanded. He chuckled under his breath, closing the door behind him, and looking up to meet Ragatha's petrified gaze.

"..Well, dollface, if you'd like, I could abstract you in a much less painful way." Her gaze widened.

"I could repeat to you over and over again.. how there's no point to anything, you'll be stuck here forever, and there is no escape, until.. well, until ya lose your mind!" Jax teased. Ragatha didn't seem up for it. "Slow, but painless."

Ragatha swallowed. Beads of sweat dripped down her digital head, was he serious? What is fucking wrong with him?!

Jax walked forward, causing her to take a step back. His hammer dragging across the floor, making a tear in the carpet from its spikes. "Buuut, then again..~" He spoke in a sing-song voice.

"I don't really have the time."

Jax pushed Ragatha to the ground, pressing a foot on her to keep her down. He didn't have the energy to deal with her screams right now. She tossed and turned, her cries echoed throughout the room.

He swiftly pointed the spike of the hammer to her throat. She let out a soft whimper, swallowing, and breathing heavily.

"Please.. don't..."

..Leave no room for empathy.

Jax swung the hammer directly under her neck. She yelled out in pain, though, the scream quickly faded into the echo of the room.

The space on her chest, once plush, was now sickly, black, and glitchy. He could almost see something neon glowing inside, but he didn't care to look. Abstraction always looked the same anyways.

He looked down to see the same thick, black, gutty blood on his hands. He swiped it off cleanly. It came off his fur pretty swiftly. Jax wiped the muck off his face as well, before returning to his room.

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Actually, if you were being honest, you were a bit worried for Jax. His sudden mood swings were strange, but now you haven't seen him in a few hours. Being as he's normally in his room, if nowhere else, that's where you headed.

The halls were silent. There was always some sort of ambiance. Whether it be echoed music or sound effects, there was always something there. You couldn't even hear your own footsteps now.

You passed by Ragatha's door. Something about it seemed.. off. But you were reminded of your original intent, passing by Jax's door.

You were about to knock, before you heard muttering coming from inside. Was he talking to someone..? You leaned into the door, the muttering now becoming audible.

"What is wrong with me..? I never wanted this to happen--No, no, I did the right thing, if she found out, then.. Maybe it was worth it? For her..?" For who-? "I.. I did what had to be done. She'd never talk to me again if she found out. And now.. I can have her. Keep her.."

He began chuckling. This chuckling evolved into a manic laughter. And when it died down, you heard him sigh, and.. he spoke your name, softly.

Your heart jumped out of your chest. Was that all.. about you? You felt a heat rise to your face. You couldn't help but wonder how that worked in a digital world.

You knocked on his door.

Shortly after, Jax opened the door to greet you.

"Oh. Uh. Hey, sweethea--!"

"I.. were you.. talking about me..?"

...

"..Sh(_)t. Listen--I get if.. you'll hate me after this. Buuut.. yeah. I-I don't know what's going on with me but.. all I know is that I want you, and--"

Without thinking, you immediately jumped into his arms. Saying you were overjoyed would be an understatement. Knowing he was obsessed with you as you were with him? Were you dreaming?

Jax, on the other hand, was shocked. Not for long was he frozen, though. His first reaction melted away into his classic cheeky grin. This time, a hint of obsession in his eyes as he embraced you.

Then you kissed him. Then, he was over the moon. You pulled away, viewing his lovesick eyes with pure joy. Jax didn't regret anything at all. You were just pulling him deeper, encouraging him to keep up his behavior. And he was all for it.

As long as he could keep holding you like this, he would do anything.

And now, you're his.

[star-writez]

Don’t ever leave me (kinger x gn reader)

Kinger is a chess piece who is a total scaredy cat

But he is your scaredy cat

You have been with kinger for awhile

He is basically by your side most of the time and you are his only sort of comfort he didn't trust anybody but you

Who wouldn't feel bad for the poor goober?

You were on your bed staring up at the ceiling trying to relax a little there wasn't much to do when caine didn't send you and the others on missions

You could hear the clock in your room ticking loudly but you tried to ignore it but you just couldn't

Then you heard a creaking sound like somebody was at your door

Then you looked over to see kinger standing there at your doorway looking a little scared

"Hey.....what's wrong?..." you asked sitting up in your bed as you looked over at kinger seeming a little concerned "well uh...I missed you......" kinger explained still standing there at your doorway his blue eyes piercing right into your soul "you could have just said that! Come on in!" You said smiling softly at him as the chess piece slowly entered your room seeming quite cautious but he was like that "you want some cuddles sweetie?" You asked opening up your arms waiting for him to climb into the bed with you "sure!" Kinger said seeming a little happy that you asked that like he was waiting for you to ask the question

He slowly got in bed nuzzling up next to you then you wrapped your arms around him

"Can you promise me something y/n?" Kinger asked seeming very serious about what he was about to ask of you "what is it sweetie?" You asked looking him straight in his blue eyes "c-can you promise me not to abstract like queener did?" Kinger asked tears as he started to tear up he didn't talk about queener that much but when he did it was very hard for him "I-I can't lose you also..." kinger sighed he was over queener but he was also scared that you would meet the same fate she did "oh sweetie...." you said starting to wipe away his tears "I promise you I'm here to stay and I won't every abstract as long as your here" you explained as you gave him a big reassuring smile "pinky promise?" Kinger asked holding out one of his hands holding up his pinky finger "pinky promise..." you repeated as you wrapped your pinky around his

Then he grabbed your hand starting to gently hold your hand

"I-I love you so much y/n I never want anything to ever happen to you..." kinger explained as he nuzzled up against you again closing his eyes

"I love you more sweetie...."

[ashleymasenado]

TADC: Pomni Through the Looking Glass (and What She Found There)

@endomentendo, be glad that you have inspired me, but prepare to be spited cause that's exactly why I'm writing this. If I got most stuff wrong including the tech (look I had to improvise the looking glass okay no one really cares if it's different from yours (wow for once I don't care about getting canon right)) I'm probably just a little sorry.

Also if Pomni's name is the same in the real world and digital wonderland, then I'm glad I got this right then.

But for anyone else who's also enjoying this, please enjoy! And maybe leave a little comment on what you thought; I haven't written a full-length story, much less a one-shot in a long time, and I'm excited to be back into my natural talent of writing!

(P.S. before we move on: I might write a little thing based on Endo's little opening comic for in Wonderland…)

(Also apologies if my writing style feels old, I had just reread the original Through the Looking Glass recently lol)

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The little white kitty robot had been malfunctioning lately. At least, that's what her sister had been saying based on her own observations. And this time, the little thing had been moving on its own, all because a simple move of its shelf had flicked a switch and now it was just about to fall off said shelf. When it was close to hitting the ground, it was just barely caught by the only worker in the store that day, Pomni Gardner.

"There you go," she smiled tiredly, petting the furry kitty's head and shelfing it again. In all her five years of working at Cable and Analog Convenience, the little robot kitty she had made in high school was sometimes her rare source of company when her sister was out of town making supply trips. That, and the other two robot kittens on display only. But the little white kitten, which she had named Snowy, was one of the more active ones due to a little floor accident she figured was the cause of her random turn-ons these days.

Pomni leaned on the counter with a sigh, looking over the blank account of the past few mundane days on the computer for the store's records. No one had come into the store in a long time, so she had mostly felt that there was no need to come in at all. But ever since her sister's insistence for her to take her place just a day before she left, Pomni hadn't really had a choice in the manner.

She leaned back in her chair and stared up thoughtfully at the ceiling, desperate to get away from her boredom. It hadn't been a very long time ago since she had somehow dreamt of a strange place, created of her own imagination yet of very real sensations somehow. The little white clown with the giant pocket watch hopping from monitor to monitor and ending up in one that hadn't worked in years… she still wasn't sure it was such a wise choice to follow it and fall into the small screen, with a new form that forced her to question her new identity: was she the same person she was that morning, or a different one entirely? Hey, English class was finally coming in handy.

Even thought it was all a dream in the end, it was a very strange one. Even stranger, somehow she had woken up with a VR headset on her head, which she suspected her sister had placed on her to try and shake her awake, yet it hadn't really helped much. But she appreciated the effort, even if she hadn't asked her about it yet. The whole thing was very curious though.

Pomni groaned, more out of exasperation than anything else. She grabbed the little white cat off the nearby shelf and flicked the switch, watching it move around the table in a cute and almost realistic manner like an actual kitten. She had been quite proud of being the sole builder of this little mechanism, even if she had to use a few parts from their own store when it was only her sister running it back in the day. But in the end, she never really noticed, so it was all fine.

"You know, Snowy," she started, leaning her head on her hand as her elbow settled on the counter. She chuckled at the cliche nickname, her bored smile growing wider as the little cat came over to her hand and gave a small robotic purr. "It was the darndest thing, that dream I had a few months ago. It only feels like yesterday I had become a very different person, or atleast, that's what my body experienced. It was more of a physical change than anything. But can it really be considered physical if it was inside of a digital world? Anyway, it still gave me a weird existential crisis."

Pomni pulled the little white robot kitten onto her lap, feeling it settle there like a regular cat as she began to stroke its head. She and her sister, the only employees at C&A Convenience, weren't allowed to bring in any pets for the sake of their customers, so it was nice to have this little girl for company, even if she wasn't the real thing. "I wonder what it would be like to have you with me, Snowy. What would a little robot cat be like in that strange digital world? Would you be able to talk and be your own person, or would you still be as you are now? Gosh, when did I start asking so many questions?"

Pomni rubbed her own head, returning to petting the little kitten afterwards. She directed her attention to the newly imported wide-screen TV, which her sister had repaired with the help of their uncle. Now it looked just like new, which she really appreciated as she smiled and admired her reflection for just a moment. The screen was so big and clear, it was just like looking through a giant mirror. It was these kind of televisions that they said had images so vivid and lifelike it was like they were jumping out of the screen or they could pull you into the video itself. Pomni had never had a chance to see what that was like, and there was sadly no video player to plug into the TV, so she was just going to imagine it best she could.

"Could you imagine if an image could actually pull you into it, Snowy?" She said with a light chuckle, putting the little robot on the counter and standing up to get her fourth cup of coffee. She sat back down and started sipping her cup, looking over at Snowy who she had shut down so it wouldn't waddle off the counter and fall again. "It'd probably be a weird experience, just like when I accidentally fell through the monitor as if it were a hole in the ground. Just imagine the whole thing—the space just warping around you, like a vacuum cleaner, slowly taking you into a different place…"

Pomni was surprised at her own bravery to describe this fascinating and yet horrifying scenario, but not as surprised as she was to see the lights around her dim and the TV slowly flickering to life. She put down her cup on the counter and carefully leaned closer to the screen, which showed just a little bit of static and that same annoying buzzing sound you'd hear when the TV wouldn't work and all you'd get was said static. But as she leaned in closer to the screen for curiosity's sake, she saw the static was like a misty veil, like a lacy white curtain or the kind of mist you'd see on your window on a cold or snowy day.

"What in the…?"

Out of instinct, she reached out her hand to the screen and almost drew her hand back at its warmth. It wasn't an unwelcoming warmth, like a boiling pot or a fever, but it was a strange warmth nonetheless. And the screen seemed to ripple where she touched it… how curious.

She tried it again, keeping her hand there for longer. Using her other hand, she wiped at the misty veil of static, and drew back with a sound gasp.

For in the place of her normal reflection, of a young human 25-year-old woman, was the same character she had become in that dream of a digital Wonderland.

With a frustrated frown, she tried to pull her hand away from the screen, which she found was soundly stuck and was even beginning to sink into it. Gosh darn it, why didn't she learn anything from the last time?! Was this about to become a new adventure that she didn't want to be dragged into? Why did she ever come close to this TV in the first place…

Her reflection seemed to mirror her distress, even though she was yet to take that form—which she would soon take if she didn't pull back. But the warm feeling of her hand going through and next her arm was almost like rapidly falling into quicksand—no way out unless someone pulled you free.

And with a silent curse falling from her lips, Pomni was sucked through the television screen, which was as clear as the looking glass, before it was as silent and blank as it was before.

[pocketmania]

‎‧₊˚✧[ intro post ]✧˚₊‧

✨️ Hello everyone! ✨️

My name is Heidi (previously story-stew, now pocketmania), and welcome to my oneshot blog, where I write about characters I know, either per request or because I'm bored. Below, you'll find just about everything you need to know!

Now onto the thingy ♪

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌What Do I Write For?

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(I'm currently working on making Masterlists!)

Spooky Month 💀🎃

Friday Night Funkin' 🎤🎶

Splatoon 🎨🔫

The Amazing Digital Circus 🎪🎉

ENA 🌙🎭

Sally Face 🎮👻

Hotline 024 (Sunset Hills) ☎️👽

Mouthwash 🪥☄️

Chainsaw Man ⛓️🩸

Murder Drones 👾🔋

Minecraft: Storymode 🗡🐷

Miscellaneous ⁉️

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I Will Write...

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Vanilla ✨️

Lemon 🔞

Fluff ☁️

Comfort ❤️‍🩹

Lime 🍋💚

Angst 🤬

x readers / Canon x Canon 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Headcanons 💭

Alphabets 🔠

AU's (Alternate Universes) 🌌

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I Will Not Write...

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Rape, anything noncon

Proships

Pedophilia

Zoophilia

Necrophilia

Animal abuse

Incest

Anything with a fetish

You get the idea

(If you're unsure about whether I will write something or not, just check with me)

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ How To Request

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If you'd like me to write something for you, here's how to ask me :]

Put down the emojis of the fandom, the genre + its emoji(s), the character(s) you want me to write for, and then the prompt so I can get writing

EX: (☎️👽❤️‍🩹👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨💭) - Hotline 024 comfort headcanons

‼️ I will always clarify if my requests are closed or not in my description!

‼️ If you're going to be anonymous, maybe give yourself some sort of name so I can remember you, especially if you're going to frequent my requests (I will put the anon in the hashtags just in case you like what they request ^^)

EX: "🎶 Anon"

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The Extra!

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It might take me a little longer to write about characters I do not know as much about as others

Please be patient, I'm scatter-brained and tend to procrastinate (and I'm also sometimes busy)

Smut (lemon) 🔞 and Lime 🍋💚 are exclusive to 18+ characters. Characters that are minors will have gore, vulgarity, and violence set to a minimum.

The theme of my blog might often change, but the name will stay the same so it's easy to find

Please give me criticism so I can make my work more enjoyable to read ^^

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Thank you, and I hope you enjoy my work ♪♪

— Heidi 🧁