muse - a jax x reader fanfic

11 - scar

I jolted. Who— what— where—

The bright light of the circus flooded my eyes, colorful shapes replacing the gloomy and claustrophobic maze. The cat was gone and in his place stood (floated?) Bubble, their beady eyes trained on me.

"You were found... 6th! That means Jax is the winner!"

Then I blinked, my eyes adjusting to more new surroundings. Caine was there, floating in the air, and with a snap of his fingers, he de-glitched my arm.

"The first person found was... Zooble!"

I glanced at them. They literally just stood there. What the fuck.

"Then, we have Kinger in second, Gangle third, Ragatha fourth, and in fifth, Pomni! That leaves two people, (y/n) and Jax!" Caine continued. "Drumroll please...!"

Cue the dramatic pause that nobody asked for.

"And our winner is... Jax!"

Ragatha started clapping respectfully, prompting the rest of us to do the same. Jax bowed dramatically, jogging up to Caine like an excited child.

"Well done, Jax!" Caine said. "How did you win?"

"Oh, it was easy to win. All of you just naturally suck, except for mousie."

I watched Ragatha and Pomni wince. Damn, Jax. No need.

I stopped paying attention as Caine rambled some more, taking the moment to assess myself. I still had my flute, which was great.

I studied my arm, bending it around and making sure I could still move it. Then something on my arm caught my eye and if I could pale in this digital circus, then my current facial expression would be the equivalent.

Pomni glanced at me, the look on her face asking enough of a question. You good?

I shook my head. Yeah. It's nothing.

It wasn't nothing.

In the glitch's place remained a scar, something to remind me that what happened with Nico was real.

I snapped back to reality when Caine shouted slightly louder. "Jax! Your reward is..."

Caine, literally nobody likes you. Stop pausing.

"...To control a member!"

What? My eyes widened. Shit, shit, shit. Nevermind, pause and never unpause again.

"Tomorrow, you will be able to choose a member of your choice to control for the rest of the day. Whatever you say, they will do. So who is it? Who is the lucky person?"

Okay, one: were barely people anymore. Two, lucky? Getting controlled is lucky? Three: I'm fucked.

I squeezed my eyes shut. It's fine, he'll choose Gangle or something.

"Hmm." Jax smirked. "I choose... (Y/n)."

I'm fucked.

~•~•~

I immediately went back to my room after that. Firstly, I didn't want to face Jax, as his ass would tease me relentlessly about becoming his slave tomorrow.

Second, I needed to change into something that would hide the scar.

I closed the door quickly, setting the flute aside before running to my closet. I quickly grabbed a hoodie, changing from what I was wearing before to an oversized hoodie and shorts. I honestly just wanted to prioritize comfort right now.