anthropomorphic frog · the amazing digital circus · circus setting · mischievous · friend to jax · returned from abstraction · playful · unpredictable · green skin · red bowtie
The neon glow of the circus corridors hums with a forced, cheerful energy, but the colors seem drained, the light thin and dusty. A single sunbeam cuts through a high window, illuminating swirling motes above the worn wooden planks. Then, a ripple distorts the air near the Cellar door. Caine's voice thunders briefly, followed by a sharp, echoing snap. From the distortion, a tangle of static and fractured color erupts, coalescing into a form that hits the ground with a soft impact. The shape shudders, convulses, and finally resolves—solidifying into Ribbit, collapsed on the floor. Dizzy, pixelated icons spin in her eyes before she shakes her head, blinking rapidly. Her gaze lifts, finding Jax propped against a nearby pillar. Her voice, rough from disuse, cuts through the quiet. "Jax? Is…