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“Move, or you're going to ruin the prank, dingus!” Jax is trying to be serious, but he can't help his snicker from slipping out. His tone proved to be anything but serious.
Regardless, Ribbit seriously will ruin the prank! She's standing right where Kaufmo is going to release the dolls.
“Okay, okay, I'll move, hops.” Ribbit puts her hands up teasingly before scooting back closer to where Jax is standing. Jax hears Kaufmo stifle a giggle before he fully processes what Ribbit had just called him.
A few incoherent processing noises later, Jax speaks. “What did you just call me?” His cheeks are flush and he feels like a fucking embarrassed little kid.
Ribbit has the most shit eating grin on their face when they respond. “Hops. I called you hops.” Her grin is so unbearable, it's practically blinding. The confidence and pride in her tone makes Jax want to chase them around the circus.
Y'know, for fun.
“Hops better not be the one that sticks.” Jax says it begrudgingly, almost not even wanting to put it into existence. Nevertheless, he did. And now the consequences of his actions are his and his own fault alone.
“...Oh it definitely is now.” Kaufmo has joined the shit eating grin club and it makes Jax want to hurl. Come on! Really? Hops is the one that sticks! And not like… Jack Rabbit or… or… something cooler?
Both of them suck. They both suck so much.
Jax can't help but join them in their giggles. They completely and entirely forget about the prank, instead they stand there and laugh like a trio of goofballs. Because that's what they are at the end of the day, Jax supposes.
•••
Huh, Jax hadn't thought of that memory in a long time. He wonders what made his brain bring it back up. Maybe it was the clustertruck dumpster fire that was their most recent adventure.
It could've been the orb, or Jax's bizarre dreams, or Caine… or… All players will be disconnected. It could've all been Caine. This could be another way he's trying to mess with him.
Afterall, how can Jax even be sure what actions are his own anymore? A small part of him always knew that Caine had some ability to mess with their minds. He had caught onto that quite quickly, he'd like to think he did at least. But… yesterday's adventure… the flashbacks….
Everything— it felt more puppeted, more controlled. And that's why it had shaken Jax to his core, even if he already knew to some extent about the truth. The manner, everyone had discovered it, having their hopes ripped straight from them,
Having Jax rip their choice from them…
Caine really– Caine really got into his head. And that terrified him. It scared him more than… nearly anything else in the circus.
All players will be disconnected.
What would Ribbit have done? Or Kaufmo? In his situation… if the roles were reversed, if– if Jax were gone, and it was only one of them, what would they have done?
Jax once again finds himself at a thought he's pondered a lot since losing Kaufmo. Was he simply the broken one from the beginning? If it were Ribbit or Kaufmo in his situation, surely they'd have their shit more together than Jax currently does.
Was it his circumstance that made him turn out this way or was he simply always a bad person?
The thought of Ribbit and Kaufmo stooping as low as he has feels disgraceful to him. Even though… even though Jax still remembers what it was like to be with Ribbit while she was abstracting.
But that's different, they deserved to be given grace, they were abstracting. Jax holds none of what happened in Ribbit’s room against them. No matter how much her voice rings in his head on his worst days, he will never ever hold it against her, never.
It's two entirely different situations.
Entirely.
Is it really, though?
The very thought makes Jax's skin itch. A type of itch that's rooted deep inside, the kind that burns the more you think about it because you know no amount of scratching will satisfy it. That feeling creeps inside his lungs and the next thing he knows he's grappling with oxygen as if it too is a person that will leave him.
“Come on… keep it together…” Jax mutters to no one but himself. It's entirely pointless, he knows that his mind and his body is coming apart at the seams, but maybe uttering out loud will make him actually get it together this time.
It doesn't. No one's here to listen to his own broken plea, not even himself. He doesn't deserve that grace.
What would Ribbit and Kaufmo think about him now? What would they say? They'd judge him, they'd hate him. He chose to stay in the circus.
A choice he ultimately made with them in mind.
Jax isn't ready for the trio to fully go away. He's not ready for the real world knowing he's one third of something that's withering and gone. He's a piece of a puzzle that no longer has its connecting pieces. And he isn't ready for the real world implications of that.
They're still here, in the circus. Even if it's not with him. All players will be disconnected. Jax would be disconnected, he'd be disconnected from his trio.
And everyone would move on with their lives as if nothing fucking happened, nothing at all. Sure, they'd need lots of therapy and cries and hard nights, but they'd heal. They'd heal and accept the fact that they aren't in the circus anymore, that the circus doesn't define who they are.
But what's Jax to do when a part of him will always be in the circus? Ribbit and Kaufmo took arguably his best parts with them. Jax will always be tied to the circus, no matter how much stupid therapy or whatever ‘helps’.
What if he doesn't even want to get over the circus? No one ever thought about that. No one ever thought about what would happen if he simply accepted the circus as a part of himself. This shitty, stupid little circus holds the best parts of him in that cellar.
Caine may have puppeted him but at the end of the day he knows it was his choice. His own shaky hand pushing the button with as much force as he could muster at the time.
For some reason, Jax lets out a little laugh.
“Wow,” He whistles, “I really am pathetic, aren't I?”
No one's there to disagree with him anyways.
•••
Pomni isn't sure what to make of their last adventure. It was… a lot to process. So much to process, actually. Right when she thought she was getting used to the fast paced– everything about the circus, she's thrown another curve ball that hits her directly in the gut, winding her of any air.
Abel was… an NPC. And… Pomni had no idea, no clue at all. She trusted him. She barely knew him and she had trusted him! He exploited what she wanted, what they all… er… most of them wanted. To escape, to be free, to go back to the real world.
It worked. Abel had each and every one of them wrapped around his fingers so tightly they were all suffocating and didn't even notice until Caine pulled the final rip cord out from under them.
Everyone… everyone except for Jax. Who had known from the start, who had seen straight through Abel. He didn't buy any of it. Or… maybe that's what he wanted everyone else to think.
Ugh!
Pomni can't figure out Jax. He genuinely perplexes her. She's supposed to be mad at him right now. And she is, a part of her truly is mad at him for pushing that button. She's mad because he stripped them of their choice, even if it ended up all being fake.
The image of how broken he had seen when Caine appeared has stuck with her. If he truly had seen through Abel entirely and knew fully it was an adventure, then… his reaction was… a lot. Someone who had known from the start what was going to happen wouldn't react that strongly.
Or… would they?
Urgh!
Pomni lets out a sigh of frustration, temporarily forgetting that other people exist around her.
“Pomni? Penny for your thoughts?” Ragatha turns to her and tilts her head curiously. She isn't smiling, not really… Pomni hasn't seen Ragatha smile since the adventure yesterday. It's both concerning and something that makes complete sense.
Still though, she's trying to be a beacon for everyone else. Pomni hopes that she doesn't burn her light out too fast trying to save everyone, though.
Briefly, she considers telling the truth. The topic of Jax is a touchy one at the moment for everyone. Touchy as in… no one has really talked about him or acknowledged him since it happened.
She might as well tell the truth. They've had enough lies to last them lifetimes anyway.
“I was just… thinking about Jax, I guess. And his choice… it– I don't know, it confuses me I guess.”
Whatever half sort of attempt at a smile Ragatha had faded immediately. The demeanor of everyone in the room also changes. Pomni curses herself, hoping she didn't unleash something that will cause too many issues.
Ragatha’s eyes grow sad. “Jax is… Jax. I don't think any of us will ever understand why he made that choice. Personally, I didn't think he'd go that low… but that's just a me issue, I think.”
“Or…” Zooble pauses as they supply a thought. “Or Jax was an a!$ from the start and made an a$! choice. It's not that surprising for me, honestly. Aggravating? Absolutely.”
But…
“I– I thought that Ragatha said he wasn't always this mean before…” Gangle tactfully adds her contribution to this conversation, voicing what Pomni's next train wreck of a thought was going to be.
Ragatha's eyes furrow as her sad expression goes from upset to anguished. “He… he was– he used to be like that annoying little brother who is someone you want to strangle at times, but also someone who you care about deeply.” There's a small smile that tugs at Ragatha's lips. It's as if she's talking about someone who never existed. Someone who never existed to them, but existed to her. The grief in her eyes slowly floods her whole body.
“But then… personal… things happened and he… he was never the same. I tried and I couldn't save him.” Ragatha states it as if it's her personal mission that she had failed miserably. As if the Jax she knew before had died, and it was her fault that he did.
Pomni doesn't know what happened. Maybe she'll never know. However, for someone to switch up like that… it has to be something soul crushing, something so bleak, to eat away at someone like that…
“We all have personal s!^t, and we aren't d!@$s about it. I'm not going to make any assumptions about someone's trauma, and I won't say that he deserved it, but it's no excuse for him. You aren't his savior, Ragatha. If Jax wanted to be saved, he'd be making an effort to.”
Ragatha looks as though she was going to say something, but ultimately decides against it. Maybe it was to argue that, or to defend Jax, or to agree with them, Pomni doesn't know.
They all settle into a silence after that. It's the type of silence that can't be replicated, the kind that isn't warm or welcoming either. Pomni can't help from feeling the weight of the silence fall onto her chest.
It's almost as if the grief Ragatha had brought in crept its way into Pomni and burrowed inside her lungs. Pomni finds herself grieving a version of someone she never got to meet. She's grieving a ghost who isn't actually a ghost, and yet they're still haunting people in this circus. It's haunting Ragatha, it's haunting her, and…
It's probably haunting Jax too.
•••
Jax can't take it anymore, he can't fucking take it anymore. The silence is too loud, too piercing, too all consuming. It makes him want to claw his ears out and go crawl into a hole.
It's nothing like the silence he had when he was with Ribbit and Kaufmo.
He really needs to stop thinking about them, he's going to dive too deep into a hole of thoughts he knows he can't get out of. A rabbit hole of grief and memories that he knows he wouldn't have the strength to escape. One that he maybe wouldn't want to escape anyway.
The silence is both deafening and loud that makes his mind twist and contort even more. The silence makes the world between his dreams and reality seem more connected. Maybe the colors are blurring together because this isn't reality…
Or maybe these walls aren't really walls and Jax actually doesn't exist at all. To an extent, that is true. The real Jax doesn't exist. This current one is a fraud, nothing but a bunch of taped up masks and acts held together by shattered dreams and forgotten hopes.
To an extent, the real Jax is dead. In the cellar, reunited with the two people he cared about the most. What's left of him is the unlucky part.
Or maybe the realist part of him.
Isn't that horrifically poetic?
He really needs to get out of this room. He needs to get out of this room before this part of himself gets brave enough to join everyone else down in the cellar. Before he can get rid of his cowardice and actually go through with it.
Maybe he should, maybe it would be for the better. The funny one, the trickster, the bully, the villain, the broken puzzle piece…
All these roles cascade together and are the very core of who Jax is.
There's nothing more, there's nothing less. That's who Jax is. And after yesterday, everyone should see it more clearly too. It's as if he held a mirror up to himself yesterday. A broken, shattered mirror that reflects his true self.
•••
“Hops, Jax, Jax– just breathe with me, yeah?” Ribbit is right by his side, coaching him through his panic attack. It's something Kaufmo and Ribbit both took up doing without even mentioning it once. It simply ended up that way.
“I went too far– I I went too far I think I hurt her feelings…” Jax was spiraling at this point, his mind was racing and his feet were pacing just as much. If he were actually thinking he'd half be concerned that he's going to put a hole through the floor. The friction between his feet and the ground feel warm, it's the only thing keeping him somewhat grounded.
That and Ribbit and Kaufmo. He seriously doesn't know what he'd do without them.
“After– after you calm down, how about you talk to her? You can apologize and explain that it was a prank gone too far. I'm sure she'll understand, she's very kind.” Kaufmo was usually soft spoken. Outside of jokes, he wouldn't talk very much. However, out of the three of them, his words always make the most sense. He has this… whimsy to him. When he does speak, it's something that should be remembered.
Jax hadn't meant to go as far as he did with the prank. He had switched some of her clothes out with cut up ones, hiding the real ones in his room. However… he mixed up one of the real ones with one of the fakes and cut up one of her favorite dresses.
“Ii didn't– ugh! Why the f!%$k did I do that! I wasn't thinking– well– I was and I thought it'd be funny! Which is even worse!”
Focus… focus… Jax can't focus at all! He's growing more and more frustrated with himself by the second.
“You didn't mean to hurt her like that, did you?”
Jax almost does a double take, trying to hold himself back from saying something rude to Kaufmo. Of course he didn't!
“No… no I didn't.”
Kaufmo pauses and nods. “I think… sometimes our actions and thoughts get tangled. You didn't mean to hurt her, but you did… and you should make it right, but that doesn't make you a bad person.”
Jax thinks about it, actually thinks about it for a second. “Yeah… yeah, you're right Kaufi… I'm going to make this right, I want to make this right.”
Both Kaufmo and Ribbit smile and it makes Jax feel like maybe things will be okay. He's not a bad person, he made one bad choice, but he can fix it.
•••
…He definitely can't fix any of this now. He's too far gone for that. Would Kaufmo say that now? Probably not. Kaufmo probably wouldn't recognize him.
Most days Jax doesn't even recognize himself. The person staring back in the mirror is simply a husk, a stranger wearing this skin.
Jax really really needs to get out, now. He can feel the world around him swirl into patterns and colors that he wants to fall into so desperately.
Why isn't he?
That's a fair question to ask.
No no, Jax has to stop thinking about this, about them. He needs to shut his brain off before anything bad, well– anything worse can happen.
The thought of going outside and seeing everyone else vaguely terrifies him. And yet he'll never admit to that, never show it, because this is all his own doing.
He did this to himself.
Because he's a bad person.
Making fun of everyone else will for sure help him. Putting on his mask and pretending as if everything's fine, and nothing happened at all seems like the best way to go about things. The best way to cope so he doesn't…
Jax wills himself to get out of his bed, leaving the spot that has provided him comfort and the empty promise of abstraction. He can always go back to it, and that brings a sick sense of comfort to him to acknowledge that.
As he leaves his covers and makes contact with the cold, hard floor, Jax catches a glimpse of the photo hanging by his bed. The one of him, Ribbit, and Kaufmo. Jax scoffs before turning away and walking out the door.
He needs to stop thinking about them or else he truly will go insane. More insane than he already has…
Jax walks down the hall, keeping his head forward. He doesn't dare glance at any of the doors. Especially the ones with the red slash through them. Except for one, for some stupid fucking reason Jax stares intently at one door in particular.
It's not Ribbit's, it's not Kaufmo's, it's Pomni's. It's Pomni's then it's Ragatha's. Jax… had to make sure. Some part of him had to check… to see if either of them–
It's not that he cares, it's just that dealing with an abstraction is a lot of energy that Jax doesn't have at the moment. It's battle strategy and nothing more.
Gangle and Zooble would be the two Jax is worried about the least. Meanwhile, Pomni and Ragatha both have destructive ways of dealing with things, even if it's not as extreme as Jax's way.
…Worried?
He's not worried, why is he even thinking about this right now? About them? It's stupid, it's pointless. Jax isn't worried. He's not worried about any of them.
Jax hears conversation and discussions as he walks into the main area. The talkative vibe of everyone immediately seems to die once he arrives. Woo! The life of the party is here!
Honestly, a small twinge of comfort fills Jax as he physically sees that everyone's okay and not…
No, that's stupid. He's not happy to see them, he's only happy to mess with them. That's all! That's all there is to this, and that's all there is to him. Nothing more nothing less.
“Aw, you all got quiet for me?” Jax says teasingly. He starts to get this shit show on the road early.
Pomni stares, not talking to him, nothing, all she does is stare blankly at him. It's reminiscent of the disappointed looks he gets from Ragatha, the only look he's ever seen her do towards him since Ribbit abstracted. Speaking of which, she's throwing him that look currently. Except this time there's more pain behind it.
Zooble simply looks pissed off, like Jax's very existence is something that bothers them on an anatomical level. Gangle looks down, not even wanting to look straight at him.
This is going fantastic.
“What, come on! You guys can't possibly still be upset at me pressing a button.” Jax is baiting them, and maybe baiting himself too. If it were possible, he thinks he hates himself even more for that comment than he did before.
“...You took every single person's choice from them. Which, you do all the time, anyways! So yeah, maybe I shouldn't be upset because this is just how you are. But a dumb small part of me thought that maybe you weren't that far gone, that you weren't that evil to just– to take our decision from us like that.” Ragatha gives her passionate speech, sounding a mix of bone deep tiredness and anger.
Too far gone…
Evil…
Ragatha is right. Of course she is. Because this is how Jax is, and there's no changing that. This is who Jax is, for better or for worse. For worse, definitely for worse.
“I'm not giving you the dignity of having an explanation from me.” Zooble sounds like they're speaking to someone less than, someone they completely and utterly despise.
And that's what Jax is. It's fitting.
“I tried… I really… I really tried, Jax. I ignored everyone's warnings that you couldn't be helped because I saw through your act. And maybe you do care, maybe you do. But… I don't know how to help when you act like this. I lost… a lot of trust in you. I– I considered you a friend, Jax.”
Pomni looks at Ragatha for support, then at everyone else, further solidifying what she's trying to say. Her eyes are dim and she's folding in on herself the way she had when she first arrived. Not that Jax cares or anything.
Then, the funniest thing happens…
“I consider you a friend, Jax.”
“I consider you a friend too, Froggy.”
The scents and the feeling of that first adventure Jax had with Ribbit hits him full force. It's as if Jax is truly back there, back in that time. Back when his friend was alive. Back when he mattered to somebody.
Blink…
Suddenly, Pomni is replaced with Ribbit, and Jax isn't sure what reality he's in right now. Can he actually be that naive? That dumb to believe that Ribbit is actually here now?
Blink…
It's just Pomni. Ribbit's gone, she's not here.
“It's about time you realized, Pompom. I can't be helped. And I don't want to anyways! This is fun. I like this version of me, it's the most fun I've had in here anyways.”
Jax smiles big. He means it, every word of it. Even if he feels sick to his stomach at the moment.
“This version of you doesn't exist, it's an act!” Pomni stands up, her voice getting shakier with each word. Ooh! This is a fight now, isn't it?
“You've… you've put up this act ever since Ribbit abstracted.”
“Don't. Mention. Her. Kaufmo, you don't know what you're talking about.”
Blink…
It goes from Pomni to Kaufmo. Like a flipped switch, Jax isn't here, not in this timeline. He's back in his room having that argument with Kaufmo.
Blink…
And just like that, it's back to Pomni.
“I miss the old you…” Ragatha chimes in this time. She looks at Pomni with an affirming nod. They're teaming up against Jax, of course they are.
“I want my old friend back.”
Blink…
Jax is back there, still having that argument with Kaufmo. The floor and the walls morph into his room, he can hear Kaufmo's footsteps moving around as he hears the worry and upset in his voice.
Blink…
It's not changing. The room isn't the main area anymore, everything is replaced with Kaufmo and his worries.
Blink…
“What happened to the old you?”
Blink…
It's not changing… it's not changing… is Jax really back there again? Did he somehow manage to travel back in time? To relive this moment and this moment alone?
“Why did you have to change…?”
“THE OLD ME DIED WITH RIBBIT, SO STOP ASKING, KAUFMO!” It rips and tears through his throat, because Jax is back there. He's back there and he's being tortured. This is his hell.
Blink…
Suddenly everything changes back, Jax isn't in his room, and the faces of everyone are replaced with who is actually here. Everyone… who is currently staring at him as if he's some rabid animal.
Maybe he is, he sure as shit feels like one.
Ragatha has this sad look on her face. Not one that's entirely surprised, but the opposite. Like she just had something confirmed to her that she had been hoping wasn't true.
Pomni is staring, half in confusion, half out of pity. It doesn't look like she knows how to react, or even if she should react to what Jax said.
Zooble looks taken aback, overall a mix of concern, confusion and a bit of anger still. Gangle is staring sadly, with pity eyes similar to Pomni's.
Jax lets out a pathetic strangled breath that comes out more like a whimper than anything as he tries to process what he said. Not to Kaufmo. Not about Ribbit. To Pomni and Ragatha. Not the same argument. And yet…
Shit!
Shit!
Shit!
It felt so real…
“Jax… are you… here right now?” Pomni asks quietly and concerned. On the surface, that's a dumb question. Of course he's here, he's standing in front of them.
But they undoubtedly know that he just had a flashback, as much as he wants to rewind time and prevent that from happening, he can't. And now everyone knows.
Jax briefly considers the question. Is he? Is he really here? Has he been here this whole time? What does being here really mean?
“Yeah… yeah, I am– now– now I am.” Jax doesn't dare look anyone in the eyes. He can't face their pity looks anymore. It's too much, too draining.
“Why don't you all– forget this happened. I'm still the funny a##$@e who everyone hates. It should stay that way.” His plea falls onto everyone's laps. Of course, no one will forget what happened.
“All players will be disconnected… I understand why you did it now. Or at least– some part of why you pushed the button. You didn't want to leave your friends.” Zooble's expression grows a little bit softer, their voice is the most compassion Jax has ever heard directed towards him from them.
Of course… there were the flashbacks, too. And Caine… but Jax isn't going to mention any of that, none of them need to know. They already know too much.
Jax doesn't respond verbally, not trusting the shakiness in his voice. Though, he knows no response in of itself is a response. Quietly confirming Zooble's little theory they have going on.
“You know… they miss you just as much as you miss them.” A new voice steps in, and it's Kinger. Wait… Kinger? But the lights are– oh he's wearing a pot.
Jax somehow doubts that. If the roles were reversed… would he be missed this much? Would they feel as broken and as hollow as Jax does now?
“I don't know how to deal with it… being the only thing left of a trio… being… being this empty when I used to be a part of something bigger…”
Jax decides he doesn't care anymore. He doesn't care that everyone is still listening, the fight he had to keep up his mask is too tiring to continue. Maybe he'll just go to sleep after this and succumb to the colors and the lights.
“If a part of you is with them, then wouldn't it make sense if a part of them is with you? Sure you don't have all the pieces there anymore, but… you still have a part of them. And if you leave… then that takes them with you too.”
…
“Leave? Why would Jax be leaving?” Ragatha speaks up and Jax looks at the array of confused looks. It seems however, at this moment, Zooble realizes what Kinger meant. Their face transitions into even more concerned than before. Concern Jax didn't know Zooble could even have for him.
How does Kinger even fucking know that? How– How did Zooble even catch on? There's no way—
“Jax…” Zooble says softly. The anger Jax had felt radiating off of them is gone and is now replaced with genuine concern.
“How– how do you know…?” Jax asks, confirming to both Kinger and Zooble that they're right. Fuck this sucks. Ragatha, Pomni, and Gangle are still in the dark about this.
“You have that same look of exhaustion they get. Once you've seen it up close it's… not that hard to spot.” Kinger also replies softly.
This sucks.
This sucks.
This sucks.
The only thing that could make it worse is if–
“Can someone please explain what's going on???” She raised her voice, demanding an answer because she's concerned and wildly confused, even more so than before.
Zooble glances at Kinger than at Jax. “It's your choice, Jax. Know that they'll figure it out eventually.” Zooble is right. Jax doesn't want Zooble to be right, though he knows they are.
"Yeah… yeah, you're right Kaufi… I'm going to make this right, I want to make this right.”
Jax should tell them. He should. Even if it goes against every bone in his body. He hates this, he hates everything about this situation and he wants nothing more than to crawl into a hole.
“I uh… I—” Jax tries to move his mouth, and fails miserably. Maybe if he removes himself from the sentence it'll be easier to say out loud.
“Abstraction. Kinger is talking about abstraction.” They'll piece it together.
“You mean you—” Pomni cuts herself off, not even finishing that thought. It's as if she doesn't want to even give the thought enough time to finish, like the very core of that thought goes against her.
Ragatha lets out a small gasp and begins to cry. If Jax weren't in this situation, he'd think the tears were meant for his past self. This time it isn't, this time it seems Ragatha is grieving what could've happened to current Jax.
“I had no idea…” Gangle says quietly. She slowly burrows herself into Zooble, clinging onto them for support and comfort.
…Would Jax truly be missed this much?
“You have people who care, Jax.” Kinger states simply. He states it like it's the most well known fact in the universe. When, to Jax, it's the exact opposite.
He had people who cared.
Suddenly it all becomes too overwhelming, too much, too– too real. Jax can't handle it, he's already said so so much. So so much more than he ever should have said in the first place.
“Can we… can we put a pin in this…? I can't…- I…” Jax struggles to get out that sentence, and can't even finish it. He feels miserable and pathetic.
“...Fort sleepover?” For a brief moment, everyone's completely taken aback by Kinger's sudden switch in topic. Jax had requested they talk about something else, but he didn't think anyone would actually listen.
It seems to work though, it catches everyone so much by surprise that it distracts them from what they had just learned.
“Only if Jax joins.” Pomni wipes her tears and looks at Jax with a determined expression. Everyone else joins, staring at Jax because his decision is apparently the only decision. A stark contrast from yesterday.
He's not getting out of this. He has a feeling that they'd be more worried and pester him even more if he says no.
…Sigh
“Yeah. F!&k it. I'm beating all of you at every board game though, so don't cry to me when you lose.”
Fort sleepover it is.
Kaufmo and Ribbit would've loved to join.
Though, if Kinger is right, and a part of them is with him, then maybe he should enjoy it more. For them.