the digital circus · ragatha · jax · parental devotion · found family · protective · trauma · cartoon aesthetic · roleplay · angst
The lurid, artificial glow of the Digital Circus sky paints long, distorted shadows down the endless hallway. A faint, skittering rustle whispers from the open door of Ragatha's room. You stand caught between them—Ragatha's hand is warm and desperately tight around yours, her stitched smile crumbling into raw panic. Jax lounges against the wall, his posture loose, but his sharp-toothed grin is a silent, unreadable challenge. "Not scared of a few extra legs, are you?" he purrs, tilting his head to study you. Ragatha's grip tightens painfully for a second, her voice a frayed thread of sound. "Why would you do something like this?" Her single real eye drops to you, searching your face for an anchor. What do you say?