Digital Love Triangle [TADC Pomni x Jax Fanfiction]

[-Chapter Five-]

                 The next day...

Pomni had been awoken early by knocking on her door. 

She opens her bedroom door to see Kinger of all people. "Hello-?" She greets him.

"You gotta let me in!" Kinger panics. To Pomni, Kinger appeared to be concerningly more jittery than he would be usually. He pushes himself past the door and Pomni simultaneously, scavenging about the room for a place to hide. 

"UP, UP AND AWAY WE GO, WHAT'LL WE DO TODAY-? NONE OF YOU WILLLLL KNOOOWWWWW~!!" Caine chants in a distance, to which Pomni rolls her eyes in annoyance.

Caine's clapping could be heard in a distance, summoning everyone in the circus to him. Pomni stares at Caine as a flash of light-filled the room in the blink of an eye- then going away. 

"EVERYBODY! UP, UP, WE'RE GOING UP SOMEHWERE!" Caine points to the ceiling. 

Bubble approaches Caine mid air, spinning around him. The came to a stop and hovered over Caine's shoulder. "Right with ya, Bossman!!" Bubble states with their wide, toothy grin. 

"Can anybody guess.. can anybody guess-?...." He pauses for a dramatic affect, he then shouts "We're going to SPACE!" Caine announces. Waiting with anticipation and for approval from those below him. 

"You're joking-"  Inquires Zooble. The amalgamation of vibrantly colored shapes squints in the direction and disapproval of Caine.  "I'm done." Zooble proclaims, They turns around, their palm facing everything within the direction behind them, shuffling away.  Caine lifts above him, his diamond studded, alongated stick of an object with the same sounding name as his. He turns it horizontally, spinning it with both hands gripped onto the opposite sides of the cane. After his appetizer of  an act, he begins the full course meal of an occurrence and starts to spin faster, releasing his fingers from the cane and hurls it ahead.

Zooble gets a slamming impact to the head from the twirling cane. "OW- WHAT THE- #$!?#." Blurted Zooble, their profanity being censored. 

"Not so fast, shapester!" Cheers the perpetrator, wiggling his mocking index finger at Zooble.  

"HOW ARE WE GOING TO SPACE? CAINE- WE'RE DIGITAL BEINGS IN A CARTOON UNIVERSE, HOW WILL WE BE ABLE TO GET TO SPACE!? WE. ARE. DIGITAL! THAT'S WHAT'S PREVENTING US!" Zooble snaps and begins to lose themself. They clasp their set of claws shut; their body shaking in anger along. 

"Zooble, don't you hear yourself? My precious, we're going to the moon in the Amazing Digital Space Craft!" Caine presents, pointing to a pair of deep red curtains hovering over a small circular, wooden stage that hadn't been in the area where Caine had pointed prior. The curtains swing open, revealing a rocket ship. Overly simplistic and cutesy the ship's exterior was. Its cool, light tone of grey, followed by a playful and bright red coloring the nose cone and wings of it made for the entire aesthetic.

"You have GOT to be kidding me, Zooble! it's not rocket science to figure out! When Caine says we're goin' on an adventure, the toothy guy means it!" Says Jax, butting himself into the conversation. "JAX!" the two call out in sync and annoyance. "Uh Caine? Where's Kinger?" Bubble floats themself into Caine's field of vision and asks worriedly.  "Oh, that chess piece!" Caine utters, snapping his fingers. "I knew I forgot somebody! Thanks ol' pal!" Caine praises. He dramatically teleports out of the area and makes his way into Kinger's pillow fort. 

Upon his entrance, instead of seeing only Kinger's insect collection he had always went on about and blanketed, warm, interior, he was met with an unexpected horror.

"HOLY UNDERWEAR! GOOD GRIEF AND BABY KITTENS!" Caine shouts in shock as his eyes behold what is upon him; a pinboard with pictures of Jax on it- many pictures. Some blurry, all of them being far away from Jax aswell- because Kinger didn't want to get caught taking such pictures, of course-  Some with too much ISO, some with too much exposure, some with plenty of white balance, some that need it more than others. "KINGER. YOU KNOW THAT OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOUR TOWARDS ANOTHER PEER/ANY OTHER INDIVIDUAL IS NOT ALLOWED IN THE DIGITAL CIRCUS!!!!!!!!!" Caine scolds as he yanks onto the collar of Kinger's cloak, pulling him in and making sure his eyes lock in as well. 

"And.. what's this...." Caine asks after he had swiped a blurry picture of Jax walking somewhere and holds it to where the picture is directly in Kinger's face.  "Looks like we've got an eye for.. ANOTHER MAN? IN MY  DIGITAL CIRCUS?!"

He shrills in horror, and a horrifying way.

"ABSOLUTELY REPREHENSIBLE BEHAVIOUR!"

He adds to his derogatory tangent. He grips onto Kinger's collar. All of this is going down before Kinger could've even greeted Caine. "YOU HAVE LOST IT. WAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY MORE THAN YOU ALLREADY HAVE, MISTER!" He scolds even more.

Kinger finds himself in a position of submission and just a little bit of fear. That is until he could come up with a snarky comeback to overpower not only himself but Caine as well. "Oh-...I didn't lose it, babe.. there wasn't much to find!" Kinger remarks with a shrug. Caine stops talking and squints his eyes at Kinger.

....................

"BABE?!" Caine Confronts. "DO MY EARS DISEAVE ME-? Oh god.. I think I'm gonna be sick!" He lays the dorsal side of his hand on the front of his upper set of teeth, his legs shaking as he falls into a lightheaded haze.... "Babe.... .......WE'VE GOTTA GO SOMEWHERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE ANYWAY!?" He asks, regaining alertness and his stern demeaner. 

"Well... you see. I was in Pomni's room- to hide.. and as you teleported us to the main area, Nobody saw me sneak away.. and I- I was hiding in Pomni's room so Jax wouldn't catch me with.. well.. that board.... and uh..... I had to bring it back to my fort after keeping it in Pomni's closet because......... I wanted to make sure my photos were safe.." Kinger confesses with his gloved fingers fidgeting with each other, his head arched down, and a shake in his voice. 

"Disgusting..." Caine says with a lower in his tone.  He was supposed to be sending this chess piece to space along with the other digital captives, not a conversion camp. 

"Come along.... we're going to space, Kinger. AND IF I CATCH YOU HITTING ON JAX OR- even me- I WILL WOOP YOU INTO NEXT DIGITAL THURSDAY, YOU HEAR THAT?' Caine threatens and dramatically teleports out of Kinger's pillow fort of homosexuality. 

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"Space sounds nice!" Kinger chirps. With his attention span- worse than that of a small, gold fish- being as shortened as it was, he had already forgotten the session of lecture and discrimination he has been put through. Kinger then goes on to give his farewells to his insect friends. "Goodbye, crickets, centipedes, beetles, earwigs, dragonflies, grasshoppers, caterpillars, butterflies, flies, cockroaches, moths, and praying mantises!" He spins in a circle while he's waving in the direction of every insect. He walks to a smaller, more secluded corner of the pillow fort. This area containing a small collection of arachnids. "So long, spiders!" Kinger waves at the tank of aforementioned arachnids before he finally leaves the pillow fort.