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Pomni was attempting to sleep in her bed, but it was hard to do so, since today was quite the day for her.
She can't help but think about Jax, and how he's most likely not doing well mentally after what he had done. He looked exhausted by the end of his whole rant about how there's not much more to him.
Wanting to listen to his wishes, Pomni can't bring herself to. A part of her knows that's not true. And it aches her to know that she wants to continue seeking kindness to someone who has pretty much betrayed her the most in here.
Whatever, she can work this out tomorrow. The circus will still be standing, and she can work it out with him, one way or another.
Those are the thoughts that help Pomni start drifting off to sleep.
...
Except, this circus wasn't really standing anymore...
Pomni woke up with a jolt, feeling a glitchy sensation all throughout her body.
This was probably just a nightmare, like the first night she slept here. However, she was thinking about Jax's mental state, not her own.
She also wasn't thinking about the circus' mental state, because why is the entire circus glitching out?!
Her room was shifting around, back and forth, up and down. The same could be said for the entire circus, honestly.
As she tried getting out of her bed, she realized that she was floating, only to fall back down again. She really hopes that she won't end up clipping herself out of bed again, like her first morning in the circus. Gravity in this circus was not really her friend, but now, it seemed like her enemy.
Pomni thought that the flashing colors of the circus were an eyesore, but to see them shifting rapidly, back and forth among the colors of static, she knows that she's going to eventually get a migraine after a while.
No, she's going to find her way out of here now.
Snippets of the Void are visible, through the cracks of the circus' interior. Maybe if she had good luck with defying gravity for a certain amount of time, she can swim back to that Void, just so she can relax from this whole glitchy mess.
But then she heard a familiar voice screaming.
Running out of her room, only to be slammed in the face by her door that was opening and closing from the front and the back multiple times, only to then be teleported to the outside of her room, she scurried to the door that had the source of that screaming.
Sure enough, Jax's face was plastered on that screaming door, and Pomni let herself thrust open the door, somehow pushing and pulling it at the same time.
"Jax! Are you ok?!"
A startled Jax appears before her, and his body looked extremely glitched out; his limbs were sprawling along his bed as he laid down, shifting back and forth into all sorts of positons. He didn't look like he was abstracting, but he certainly looked like he was glitching with the circus, almost like he was an asset.
As Pomni was hyperventilating, she looked down at herself and realized that she, too, was also glitching, much like him. The realization only made the pain more noticable, and thus more painful.
"Po-Omnnnni-- No, what's yOur reE-EAlL name?! You must know you--rr name ri-I-ight now, r-IGḨ̸͖̺̒̍̋t̶̜̟̤̾͝t̸̹̞̔!̴̜̱̯̆?̷̟̼͊̀" Jax asks in desperation, the glitches bleeding through his voice.
All she could do was to stare back at him in confusion. "N-nNoo... I doOn'T kno-w my rreA-L nnaAme," Pomni pauses, trying to process how her throat now burns with that glitchy sensation every time she spoke. "ii-If I d-dDdid, itT wooOUl-d bEe--"
Pomni suddenly feels a jolt of shock when it came to her. She does know her name now. The thought of her name made her head hurt more, glitching hard, like a new set of data was imported into her fucking brain. Almost as if someone was holding it back from her.
She takes a deep breath to process it all, trying to keep up some form of composure.
"Mmm-Y name i-iSs Christine."
Jax looks at her in astonishment, the pupils of his eyes, still pinpricks.
"...WhhHat's syoOOurn Nn-Amme?" Pomni, no, Christine asks him.
Jax's panicked exterior then shifted to a more aloof one. "Tch, I alllLLrea-dy toldD you. stOooP lLoooOking inntoo me. It'ssS nnnNOtt wort--th i-iIt."
Pom-- Christine's curiosity and panic from the glitching turns into one of frustration. "tthHe whwhOole circc-uUS is ffUUckin[%$!#]g glitching out a-aaanD youurrR'e ssTIILLll aaAdAnamant on hHidiDdIng yOurrSsellffF." She sighs, giving her throat a break as she recomposes herself.
But Jax continues to put on that dumb, fake grin onto himself. "y--oU knowW hOOoowW imMMpoOrtant i-T isS to keEep the MMyyyYsterY allLive."
"FFOfor WHHA̸̱͚̮̖͑͒̍̎̚͝t̸̨͕̽͗t̵̜̟̬̒̕͜T̶̛̲̉́̃͑T̴̡̛̜̦̦͍͇̑̂̕?̸͎̍̈́̓̑͛͝!̶̧̗̳̻͍͐̽̆̾͘!̴̘̠̤̭̙̩́̕" The audience that likely doesn't exist anymore!? Po-- Christine had wanted to say, but she couldn't bring herself to speak right after that.
The smiling mask on Jax's face turns into his real face of frustration and panic. "whhwHAtever.. thereRRes nO ti--TIime for RchaAatTTer. wwEE haaAvvE tto gggGGo toO thheEE eexIT."
"ii-SS theeERe aaAn eXxit?" P-- Christine asks in anticipation. She'll do anything to get out of this glitched mess, to actually talk normally again.
"ThhHher hhAas to bbeE. wwwWhen KkaUFmo waAs taAlking abouT tthE eXIt, i rreEefuSed to bbeElievVve hiM. bUuutTi I ThhInk ii-I ccAn see-eE it. rrRigh--t thEere." Jax points off from behind her, only for his pointing arm to rotate the opposite way, then teleporting through Christine's torso, as she feels a great jolt of shock.
But when she turns around to the direction that Jax intended to point at, she saw no sign of an exit, whatsoever. The Void didn't even look visible from that direction, so Jax probably wasn't referring to that.
Chris-- Never mind, she's just going to call herself Pomni until she gets out of this circus.
Pomni tries to calm herself down to process what had just happened to her, while also trying to calm down Jax.
"JaaAx. I thhInk yOu'Re exxXpeEriencIng dDiigital HhalluciInati--ions." Pomni says, to the best of her ability. She feels really uncomfortable reassuring another fellow human in this circus the same way that Caine once tried doing towards her when she had first arrived.
Where is Caine, anyways?
She would try screaming his name, but she feels like she wouldn't be able to speak at all if she tried doing that.
"WwhhHaAt do you mMean? TtheE exXII-t iiS riIGht theeEre." Jax says, pointing in the same direction again. "Rriight nnNext tTo," Jax suddenly has a look of horror on his face, his index finger bending down. "ThhhEm...."
Pomni starts to panic, even though she doesn't see anyone else at all right now. "HWhhhHo's tthHEm?!" She starts to ask, but Jax isn't listening to her, eyes still fixated on the figure.
"hhhHow did YOuu DdDe-Aabstracct? IIi ii ThaaouuuUhhgt ii LlooosSt yOu..." He said to what he thought was another person, but Pomni still couldn't see who Jax was talking about.
His face turned into one of anger, staring directly at Pomni. "ThthehEy BllaAmed Mmee FoooR yOouR LlooOSs, youU knNow."
"Whwh-aAt aAre yyYOu tAaLking abBBout?" Pomni asks in confusion.
"iIii WAaaa aS yoOour clLosSest frRiend, aannND yeyEt evvEeryone sti-iiilLthOugHt iT was MmY faauuAlt."
Jax wasn't wrong about that. Except for that last part. He was the one who cut himself off from her. "Ww-Wwe caAn stiILL beE frRienDs," Pomni reassures her ever-so-glitching accquaitance. "yyouU kNnoW i'Im not mMaD aaAt you, RriigGht?"
Shock flashes through Jax's face, his vulnerability leaking all over the place. "nn--nnNo. ii-iii ccaAn'T LOseEe yOuu AaaAgain..."
Pomni puts on a smile to calm him down. "DdDOon't worrRy, JjjAx. IiiiI'mM Nnot goOOing AanNywhere. ooONCEee weEe fIiind thheE eExit, wE cAn wWorK oOUr BbAggaGe oouUT, anD poSsibly beecCome fRiends aggAin."
That only makes Jax all the more angry again. No, he looked furious. So furious, in fact, that he was lunging right towards her, ready to attack.
"DDO-ONN-'N'T LLLII̵̙̼̙͛͐̒̈́̚-̵̟͗͋͑͂̓Ę̵̯̗͉͙̜̈̽̂̚Ē̷̺̖̘̘̒ TO MM-E. I SAA-AW YOU A A AAABSTRAA CT. WW E AA-ALL DI -ID." Jax screams among the glitches, pinning Pomni to the ground as he gives her as many blows to the face as his glitchy fists will let him.
Pomni does her best to dodge them, catching his glitchy arms with her hands, but because Jax is currently glitching more than she is, she's having a hard time actually stopping him completely, even if her efforts do cause some sort of delay.
"YO -UU LE E FT ME A AALL O-ON MY OWN, WWI I-TH AALL L THHEE E UUN PLL EEASANT TTH THIN INGS YO OU SSA AAID TTTO-O ME-EE-E."
Jax continues yelling at Pomni, getting frustrated with her trying to grab his arms, and ultimately slams his head to her face like a big rock, causing her to clip through the ground, which sent her flying all over Jax's glitchy and broken room, inevitably landing on the ground with a thud.
Her left cheek was aching the most, a pain that she hopes would go away by the time she hopefully returns to the real world. As Pomni was pretty much tethered to the glitchy ground, she processed what Jax had said to her, while he slowly looms over her for a second round.
Pomni doesn't recall ever being on the brink of abstraction, at least outside of that one nightmare she had. But why was Jax fighting her when he was very hesitant before? Did she do something wrong? Does he actually not care about her?
But something clicked as she thought harder about what he had just said to her.
"You don't even know what people are LIKE before they abstract! They are NOT pleasant to be around."
"Do you have any friends?"
"Not anymore...
"Oh, wait, no! Uh, I'm- I'm sorry. I- I wasn't talking about-"
Pomni immediately started to yell back at Jax, right before he makes the next blow.
"JAA-AA-X! IT'S ME-E-EEE. PO-OoOMNI-II."
But it was too late.
Jax happened to give her a huge punch right in the same spot where it hurt her the most, and then stopped, trying to process what she had just said to him.
For Pomni, the adrenaline has made it to her system, making her feel a stange sense of calm. She felt her glitching start to subside for a while, the glitchiest part being in her left cheek.
"It's me, Pomni." She says again, this time in a much calmer tone, to the point where it felt eerie, even to herself.
Jax's glitching subsides for a bit, as he looks at his glitched out hand.
The same hand that he not only used to just punch Pomni again, but also the same hand that pushed her away from that hug from a while ago.
His pupils were pretty much pixel-sized, traumatized as he keeps staring at it, and for a brief second, his eyes went from yellow to all sorts of multiple, glowing colors.
"It's o-Ok jAx, w-wWe can work this ooOUt."
"nnNn-oO. Www-w-weeeE cc-AaaN't. Iit's ok, tttThoOouGh. You aaaAAllreaAAdy haAaTE me ffORr whHAat i-i dDiiDD toO yoUu..."
Pomni looks at Jax witha dumbfounded expression. "I n-nneEver hhAted you..."
Jax's pupils dilate at that response, only for them to return to that same, pixel sized stare of horror.
A long pause is drawn out among the two of them.
"Fuc[%$!#]k me..." Jax says amidst the newfound silence, as he continuously looked at his hand, and at Pomni.
Glitched out laughing comes out of his mouth, making his glitched form exponentially worse.
"Ha- A ah -ha a-aah -ha a aa... HAHAA AAH AA-- AAHA AHA-AAHAHAHA A -A AHAHAHHA A- AHAHAAHA -AAHA A-AA̷̟͠͝A̷̤͍̒̎̊H̶̢̪̳͎̣̬͆̀̓̍̑̇Ȟ̴̻̫͒͌A̴͖͕̜̫̟͐̓̀͑̚H̶̛̪̺̖͊̊̀ ̸͉̻̻̣͙̮͘Ä̵̺̻̋͆̈̕͝-̴̞͇̯̼̟͉͊͌̎͝͝Ḁ̶̧͎͕̺́̍̆̉ ̵͖̏̀͑A̵̙̲͂̀H̴̦͎̳̜̃̀͜A̸̹͊̏̀̚͝͠Ḫ̸͎̞̣̯͎́Ą̵͎͚̻̋̂̈̃-̶̛̺͖̉͒̌͛̕A̵̯͑͊̐̈́̽A̶̢̱̪͊̂H̵̡̐̿̈̿Á̴̮͘A̸̪͔̥͎̎͋͊̓̂̿͜Ä̶͚̼̪́̃͘͠͝A̸͍̪̰͌̉̊̈́̍ͅH̶̨̛̰̭͓̠͑̊͝"
Pomni had wanted to get closer to him to try giving him any semblance of comfort, but she then noticed something creeping through that hand of his.
A black, spiky mass. With multicolored eyes going through it.
The rest of Jax's avatar was violently reacting to it; glitches stretching his form into many sorts of shapes and sizes, breaking apart second by second as the abstracted material creeps throughout his body, causing Pomni to naturally back away from him.
Jax's reaction was becoming all the more maniacal, and also horrified; horrified by what he has done, and what he is now becoming.
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̴̡̰͇͍̮̜̬͓̣̹͙̳̉̃̑̉Ǎ̴̬͓̰͙͖̳̻̺̯̣̈́͐̿Ḁ̸̤͔̝̗̉̇̐͂̌̽H̶̹̤̘͖̉͜ ̸̪̥̘̽͑̍̽̈́̈́̾̽́̕̕͝F̸̡͎͈̘̫͔̣͙͎̥̗̀͛̕̚Ǘ̸̢̡̨̗̰̺̤̺̝̺̝͈̎͋̑̇̀̓͌̊͘C̶̢̡̛͍̬̺̓̈́̊̽̈́̈̉K̵͚͓͈̼̲̻͒͌͒̚͝ ̶̧̛̛͓̻̘͇̹̲̼͉͈̠̇͒̏̈́̑͋͜͠F̷̨̛̺̣̼̦̺͍͔̓͐̋̍͋̐͂̋Ụ̴̢̯͇͍͉̒̀̐̏̓̀͊̈́́̓̑̅̀̚C̵̡̦͉̽̎͑͋͠͝K̸̛̯̹̀̽̍͒͗̾́́̔̄̃͝͝ ̴̤̒͗̔ͅF̴̢̛̳̠̝̘͓̰͖̪̬́͗̌͆̅͗̊̇͛͜Ư̶̭͎̱̹̝̱͐͒̌̔̈ͅC̴̛̩͇̮͐̄͆͐́̈̈̈́̀͌̚͝K̵̛̹̮̗̬̃̈́̍̂̍̏̆͑̈́͝ ̴̺͕̰̼̮̜̯͇̳̮͇̣̞̒̄̽͛̽̒͑̋̕F̴̢̡̧̛̝̮̟̞̺̙͊̎́̓́͑͌͑̕͜U̷͖̭͕̭͖͓̲̻̹̽̒̽̈́͑̍̃̿̐̄̽̊̈́̕͜ͅͅC̴̡̨͈͙͔̳̰̟̪̬̬̊̑̏͜ͅḲ̸̨͖̘̖̬̘̜̣͖̔͐̈́͊͛͝ 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̵̧̧̧̛̺̗̘̭̦̘͉̺̠̻͚̯̟͙̺̖̇̇̋͋͛͂̈́́̀͛̃̈́͒̆͜͝͠-̴̨̧̨̛̹̹̰͈͙͈͖͇͎͔̹̖͚̰̱͕̠̼̙̙̗̦̗̳̰͈̣̱͇͉̼̲͉̲̫̪̩̎̀̎̇̋̈́̈́͋́͛̆͗̐̆̽̔͂̈́̾̈͊̕͘̚͘͠͝͝Ȧ̸̛̯̅̓͌́͌̑̉̀͑͐̔́͆̓͒̀̉̌̍͋̾́̈́̚̕͝͝H̸̥̮̻̱͇̑͗̓̇͗͒̂͛̿̀̽͂̅́̂̾͝H̴̢͍̘̬̹̩̘̩̮̫̠̠̭̠͈̱̤̙̺̞̥̜̥̮͚̪̳̹̓̒͐̉̂̐̇͘͠Ą̴͕̪͉̬̘̗͖̦̠͗̔̋̔̾̓̿͆̿̽̅͋̄̄͛̃͋̇̐̓̍̔̐͝H̷̨̨̧̢̧̜͍̼̤̜̮̞̜͖̣͈͎̥̰̝̳̐̊̿̓̃͗͑̅͑͗̊̒͊̃̔͛̔̆̈́͑́̔̎̿̾́̊̍͂̓̌͒̕͘̕͝͠͠A̷̧̡̨̡̛̲̝̥̠͓̼͇͓̻̼̼̲͍̳͚̾̀̾̐͛̊͛̆͆́̋̔̄̈́̊͂̆͆́͒̀́̿̃̄̒̐͑̀̑̈́͘͘̕̚͝ͅ ̶̢̳͙͔͚̝̣͔̞̔̏̃̀-̵̢̧̛̲̩͔͉̗̞̺͓̘͕͉̯͎͎̻̝̜̙̞̼͖̖̯̖̹̝̤̗̱̹̯͕͙̾̉͊̐̏̔͗͑͒̈́͗͗͂͂̐̕͜-̴͓̬͖̼̯͔̭̰̥̙͕̳͉͇̞̟̙̗̫̠̙̠̖̖͓̞͍̼̰̥̒̔̔̋͊̌͐̀̀̑͑̉̐̏͒́̍̔̑̌̐͗͆͒͗͂̈̈́̄͐̄͘̕͝͝͝͠Ȧ̵̧̢̢̛̛̛̖̩̲̹̭̰̙̭̫̩̮̰̙̣͍̥̳̑̓͊̓͒̒̈́̽̋̒̒̓̋̌͘̕͘͝Ḧ̶̛̛͍̰̤̺͎͉̝̻̣͉̬̼̝́͒͗̍͛͒̆̍̏̀̔̇͆͋͂̓̾̒̓̋̈́̀̿͆̈̏̊̆̓͂̈̌̕͠͝͝Ḩ̸̨̧̧̨̭͇̰͓̭̪̞̭͚̯̱͚͓͈͎͖̳̹̞̤̘̝̫̹̭͖͇̣̦̪̑͜ͅ
At this point, Jax was speaking in nothing but pure static, as he has almost fully transformed into a massive, abstracted form, much like Kaufmo. All Pomni could do was stand, watching in horror.
She knows that she could try calming him down, some way or another, but right now, she couldn't come up with anything. Her entire body was telling her to run, especially when he had just injured her mere moments ago.
"I'm sorry, Jax." Pomni says, tears forming in her eyes as she runs out of his room, back in the many broken halls of the circus.
Hopefully everyone else is doing ok...