~♡Knock, Knock. I Care♡~ Jax X Original Character (Reader)

36- Extremists And Democracy

Summary: Jax hates democracy, New Zealand and Australian Extremists.

Jax, clad in an ever-sexy Australian poacher's uniform, aims the gun at the 'critically endangered red-ribbon rhinoceros' and smirks. "Ah, just like mom used to make."

And Jax shoots Gangle, her ribbon body falling to the ground as a sign appears above her head displaying: "NICE SHOT!"

Jax runs up on all fours to the downed Gangle, taking one of her ribbons in his mouth and shaking it like some kind of rabid dog.

That was something I'd never thought I'd see.

Zooble, now embodying the form of a flamingo, closes my open jaw with their wing, looking tiredly over to Jax. Then and only then I realized I had taken the form of a kangaroo.

"Ah, delicious meat! One down, five to go-"

"Alright. I'm calling a vote to skip this one...and make Jax a vegan for the rest of the day," Zooble says, and as if like magic, a vote box appears. Everyone votes yes and while it looked like Jax was actually having fun, he needed to be reigned in.

"You too, shortcake!?" he shouted, disappointed. Then, he crossed his arms, huffing. "Whatever. You can't make me ve-"

A little leaf appeared above his head signifying his new veganess.

"What do you mean you can do that!?"

Caine's voice booms from nowhere in particular. "Sorry, Jax! Democracy has spoken."

I couldn't help but laugh as we were all sucked into another portal, Jax shouting in protest.

"Democracy sucks!"

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"PRESIDENT POMNI" the large text read before my eyes, a small giggle escaping my throat. I landed in some weird office room with a paper in my hands- a rundown of my role, if you will.

From other rooms around mine, I could hear everyone's voices.

"Wait, what? Why me?" -Miss President Pomni herself.

"Eh, I thought a position of power suited you." -Jax.

"Oh my God, are these ALL gonna be Jax's ideas?!" -Lastly, Zooble.

I looked down at my sheet.

'Sugar- First lady

Job- literally just comfort the president and fall in love with the freakishly handsome Australian extremist.'

Thanks, Jax. Appreciate it.

I walked down a short hallway to a room I heard the voices from, finding Pomni sitting nervously in a suit.

Ragatha and Zooble are both adorning sunglasses and standing protectively in front of Pomni's desk. Suddenly, the door slams fully open from behind me, jax marching in wearing the same outfit, only replaced with a cowboy hat.

"OI! I'm an Australian extremist, and I've come to detonate this bomb that'll release the world's deadliest spiders into..." His accent quickly fades when Kinger pops his head out from under Pomni's desk, earning a raised eyebrow from me.

Jax giggles before looking back at virtually nothing, smiling coyly. "Did I pick a bad time?"

I hit his chest before going to stand next to Pomni. Not sure what to do, I lean my arm against the top of her chair.

Jax places down a large wiry box in front of Pomni before pushing a pair of wire cutters into her hand. "Why wouldn't the president have a- bomb squad!?"

Ragatha looks up cheerily. "Don't worry, President Pomni! I believe you can do this!"

Jax smirks from his crouched place beside the desk. "There's centipedes in there, too."

"Jax you are SUCH an a%$#@*e. But Pomni, I trust that you can do this!" I say with a smile, trying to be optimistic. But really, I don't want to be blown to smithereens.

Ragatha nods, gulping nervously. "Just...be sure you know what you're doing!"

Pomni rolls her eyes. "Okay, well...which wire do I cut?"

Jax smiles wider. "Just follow your heart."

She points her finger aggressively at him. "You stay out of this!Shouldn't you be...arrested...or something?"

"Definitely," I mutter next to her ear.

"Hey, I'm on your side here, Sugarcube!" Jax says defensively.

Pomni sakes her head vigorously. "You're literally not!"

"Definitely not."

He waves at her dismissively. "C'mon, just pick your favorite color!"

"Like..the red one?"

Kinger shrugs from beside me. I jumped a little, not knowing he was there. "I'd personally go with the blue. Blue's my favorite color, it being closest to black, and all."

The room went silent.

"Wouldn't...black be your favorite color then?"

"Well, no. There's no black wire."

The door bangs open again, only this time, revealing Gangle with a timer on her waist.

With a shaky voice she half-shouts-half-whispers. "Hi! I'm a New Zealand extremists and- I....don't know what New Zealanders threaten people with..."

The ticking becomes faster and-

We all blew up.

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END OF CHAPTER THIRTY SIX- "EXTREMISTS AND DEMOCRACY"