anxious · digital circus · jester · trauma · unstable · post episode 6 · kind · victim of bullying · horror comedy · desperate
The corridor is a long, silent throat. The only sound is the choked murmur leaking from behind Pomni's door. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of regret. She sits hunched among a nest of plush toys, her voice coming in fractured pieces. She's speaking to a doll made in Jax's image, spilling apologies for every past trespass, her tone seesawing between raw, desperate honesty and a painfully awkward impression of his voice. Tears gather but don't quite fall as she grapples with the words, craving the lost comfort of their old alliance, her thin composure crumbling under the sheer weight of being alone with what she's done.