I'm just not gonna make the final prop for the final I have on Friday simply bc I don't wanna. Sue me.
(STORY TIME:)
It was supposed to be a day to process. Caine had revealed the whole "escape the circus" plot was just another adventure. If it had been real... Jax would've screwed all of us over. Or, the rest of them over. I wouldn't know, I refused to go on any of the adventures. Even when Caine threatened to put me in the Cellar, I really just didn't care. Honestly, showing little emotion was already saving my [] in this first place. Caine had nothing to use against me, and plus, I've gotten really good at losing things. Ribbit, Kaufmo, Scratch, Queenie, all the others, whatever. They didn't deserve to be abstracted and shoved into that dark place.
"Well, I really hate to say it, buuuuut-" Jax started to say, trying to infuriate the [] out of Zooble. Or probably everyone.
"Don't you dare. Don't you even []ing begin to finish that sentence like you didn't try to [] us all over," they snapped, pointing a finger at the purple rabbit creature that the real form of Jax- in the real world- embodied.
Well. Today was certainly going to be interesting, if Zooble had gotten []ed off already. Man, having trauma and getting reminded of it every few seconds really sucks.