She... she doesn’t know how to feel.

She hated Jax but... didn’t want him (her?) dead.

(Zooble-esque pov)

Idk whether to put him or her since no one in the circus knew him as she/her and he never actually got to embrace that side of him/herself. I’d y’all think I should change the pronouns to she/herself in the message, I will.

Gangle x Zooble ship name

Abstragedy 🚫

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Jax... was gone.

She should be crying... right? Or... or maybe happy? She really wasn’t sure.

She hated Jax. He abused her, broke her comedy mask, made her cry, bullied her. She should be glad he was gone, he couldn’t hurt her anymore.

But he was still human.

She still spent a lot of time with him, even if she was always bullied during it.

He didn’t deserve to abstract... no one did.

When she found out, she hid herself in her room, trying to figure out... whatever she was feeling. She couldn’t cry. As much as she wanted to, she just... couldn’t. He buried her mask into her ribbon-hands, her mind racing. She didn’t forgive him. She still despised him... But it felt like something inside of her was broken...

And this time it wasn’t her mask.