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Who cares if he used to have friends? They certainly didn’t care about him, not anymore. He’d made sure of it. It was the only consolation he could give himself, the knowledge that he wouldn’t bring anyone down with him. And the potential to speed the process along.
Deeper. Come on Jax, you know you want to. Look behind the curtain. Let’s see what makes you tick.
And let’s take a fucking crowbar to the gears.
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The night air is chilly as Pomni slinks through the streets of the city, her heels tapping on the pavement beneath her as she goes. As much as she knew nobody would see her here, she couldn’t keep herself from worrying. She pulls her cardigan tightly around her, checking her phone’s direction app to make sure she’s headed the right way.
Pomni had never been sure places she was looking for actually existed outside of the novels she’s read, but when she had heard word– after eavesdropping on the subway, of course– that there was a BDSM club in the city, she hastily hunted down the address.
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Also known as: the sappiest, sweetest smut&plot Gangle/Zooble fanfic
Comes with: Angst, Comfort, Porn with plot.Hozier levels of longing and horny
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Follow You Into The Basement by zepherzun
Fandoms: The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series)
06 May 2026
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“Her eyes instinctively float back to his, and he looks like he’s about to be sick. His right hand, still slightly outstretched towards her, twitches violently, as if he’s still trying to reach her.
‘Knew you’d care,’ she jokes to herself. She doesn’t find it funny, though. Instead, it just fills her with grief.”
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Right as Pomni nearly abstracts, everyone is rescued, pulled from the game and recovered from an old, dilapidated warehouse. After fifteen years, the circus is no more.
It’s funny, Jax thinks, the timing of it all. Two weeks prior, he had told Pomni he wouldn’t care if she abstracted; that’d he’d forget about her and move on. Now, he finds himself repetitively plagued by the image of her writhing on the floor, nearly consumed by black matter.
They’re human again; carbon-based and sickeningly real in a world that kept turning without them. He can only thank God that, despite it all, Pomni chooses to navigate it with him.
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“Jax?” She murmurs, not wanting her voice to carry to neighboring rooms. “Your door’s open. You alright?”
There’s no answer. Pomni’s mouth thins, and even as she knows he’d probably string her up by her hat for letting herself in, she gently pushes on the door. It swings inward with a creak that wouldn’t have been haunting had it not opened onto dead silent pitch blackness.
Jax’s blown out pupils.
Pomni shivers. The desire to flee rears its head in her guts again and her breaths become shaky in a way they haven’t since first landing in the Circus. If Jax has abstr—
She hurriedly shakes the thought away. Besides, Jax is the furthest from insane or obsessed with finding an exit out of the whole cast. Just by virtue of his ability to play by the rules of the Circus, every one of them is more likely to lose their minds and fully abstract before he’d even be in danger of it (Plus, the room is dark and silent, no rampaging monster full of glowing eyes to be found).
He’s definitely still not responding to her calling out to him, though. Something is still off.
["I'm fucked up and I don't need you." "You're fucked up and you do need me." ahh idiots: the fic] -
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She looks at herself in the mirror, her eyes fixed on her body. You’re gonna be good, you’re gonna be—
“Gangle?” Zooble calls, making Gangle’s heart race. “You okay in there?”
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Some (NSFW) Abstradgey blurbs, just trying to fill my heart as well as improve my writing. Mind the tags!