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—JAX—
My heart raced as I jolted awake, shivering though it was not cold.
I looked down at my trembling hands as I recalled my nightmare,
I was walking along the corridor to my room, when I heard a growling and a dull scraping sound from Pomni’s room.
I approach and carefully open the door.
”Pomni?” I whisper, looking to the figure on the bed.
A thousand luminous eyes open and stare at me, a wild growl rumbling in its throat.
”Pomni?”,
It lunges at me, an inhuman screech echoing through the hallway. The abstracted monster attempts to pin me to the ground, but I just slip away, running down the corridor, yelling for help. Just as I hear someone coming and the relief that I will live another day washes over me, the beast leaps on top of me.
I feel the effect the contact has on me almost instantly. My body goes rigid, before juddering and pixelating. I feel myself glitching in and out, pain flooding my body.
I see everyone lean over me, examining my glitching self.
”Oh,” Zooble shrugs, “Hope it sucks to be Jax right now.”
Gangle says something that really hurts, “You know, the other day I said that I wished you would just die… guess my dream came true!”
“We would be more sorry for you if you weren’t so mean, after all, you’re the reason Pomni abstracted.”
And with that, they left me there to rot, slowly glitching away into nothing.
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I dig my fingers into my arms as tears roll down my face and sobs rack my body.
Everybody hates you Jax. Gangle was right, you should just die.
I hate this fucking circus, I hate everyone here, I hate Pomni.
That’s a lie.
Every time I think about Pomni, my heart soars. She makes me feel like I’m actually worth something.
That’s a lie.
I remember the little pin badge Kaufmo gave me, right before he abstracted.
A small rose, with a frogs head above it. It was for me to think about Ribbit, and the fun times we had together.
Where’s the fun now, Kaufmo?
I start laughing. The thought is so amusing that I can no longer contain the manic laugh that has been creeping in me through every adventure.
The laughter turns to crying again as the crushing feeling of loss and guilt consumes me.
It was me. I made all of them abstract.
Just as I think I’m on the verge of abstraction, the door to my bedroom creaks. I look over to it to see a figure stood in the doorway.
Wearing a jester hat.