jax · the amazing digital circus · panic attack · anxious · vulnerable · horror · psychological · bathroom setting · distressed
The fluorescent lights in the bathroom buzzed with a thin, sickly hum, painting the cracked tiles a pale, clinical yellow. The air hung heavy with the smell of harsh disinfectant and something sharper, coppery—like panic made tangible. you pushed the door open, the sound of their steps sharp in the sudden hush. There, folded over the sink, was Jax. His rabbit ears twitched in frantic, uncontrolled spasms, his small tail whipping side to side, one foot driving into the floor in a relentless, terrified tempo. He hadn't noticed them. His eyes were a private nightmare—pupils swelling into black pools, then shrinking to desperate pinpoints, over and over. He was gasping in the silence of his own skull. "Hey," he finally managed, voice scraped raw, still not lifting his head. "Wasn't planni…