Tadc ao3

Jax x Reader smut

ao3 Link;

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50871310

Nothing .

You were in a void, a region of incomprehensible darkness where not even a sliver of light dared to penetrate. The uncanny silence suffocated you, as if the fundamental concept of existence had been stripped away, leaving you to fight with the emptiness that surrounded you. It was a realm where your every thought and heartbeat resonated like distant whispers in the nothingness.

Words were caught, held back by an invisible force that locked your lips. Every communication attempt was futile, like a silent cry in the soundless void . Not only were words out of grasp, but so was sensation. You couldn't feel the rest of your body. Was it even there? You had no time to dwell on it, as in the blink of an eye, you found yourself in a new environment.

A stage.

"W-what the fuck?" You usher, the 'fuck' part being censored by a comedic car horn.

You look upward and see a surreal sight: a flower pot, a colossal eyeball, a mirror, and various other whimsical objects hovering above, all twirling in a circular motion to the enigmatic tune playing in the background.

Music... where was that music coming from?

Again, not enough time to dwell on it.

In a sudden, the flower pot comes crashing down and nearly crushes your feeble body before it begins to merge with the ground below, twitching violently as it warps and contorts.

"Oh @%!%!" You curse, falling backwards on your ass as a pair of black sunglasses clatter to the floor.

Your senses are flooded with the colorful tapestry of this whimsical location, a kaleidoscope of color and wonder. It's too overwhelming , you think to yourself, you need those sunglasses back.

Extending your hand outward, the sight of its unusual gray hue startles you. You jump, a shiver crawling down your spine as your whole body seems to tense up in fear. Is this a dream of some sorts? You sure hope it is.

You manage to recover the sunglasses and slide them back on. You release a relieved sigh—without those shades, a sensory overload and breakdown would likely have ensued. You had a dislike for novelty and avoided overstimulating, unfamiliar surroundings. Unfortunately for you, this place was all those things! Fantastic!

You look up again, seeing the dancing objects halt suddenly as the music comes to a standstill.

Oh no.

The giant eyeball descends first, along with a cascade of other objects. You almost lose your balance but swiftly evade the falling items. The mirror shatters in front of you, giving you a brief view of yourself. You notice your own reflection and a wave of unease sweeps over you.

Without hesitation, you pick up a large glass shard and examine yourself. This dream seems to distort your appearance in a peculiar way. You appear oddly bland, naked , lacking features such as a nose, ears, eyes, and hair. You had no clothes on, but there was no need to worry, as you had nothing to conceal. You were akin to a blank, gray canvas.

Lost in introspection, you failed to notice footsteps approaching you from behind.

"Oh great, another one of Caine's NPCs."

You instinctively drop the shard of glass and jerk your head towards the source of the sound, only to be met with a tall, lanky purple rabbit. He featured striking oval orangish-yellow eyes, gleaming yellow teeth, and notably long ears. He reminded you of the Cheshire Cat in a way.