#post circus

Human funnybunny from the Forget me not AU (read the fic it's so good)

The fic is from maarvehl on ao3

Pomni and Jax find eachother after waking up from the circus

The exception was Sundays, his only day off, and he spent it the same way every week.

By 8:50am, he was sat anxiously in the hospital waiting room, watching the clock, leg bouncing uncontrollably. The staff got to know him after just a couple weeks–he’d heard a few of them make sympathetic comments under their breath to each other when they thought he was out of earshot–but he didn’t care. He could only be there once a week; he had to be there right at 9:00 so he didn’t miss a single minute with her.

As the clock hands dragged over the hour, Felix locked eyes with the girl at the front desk and she knowingly motioned him over.

“Felix Estrada?” she confirmed, and he nodded, showing her his ID without being asked. She already had a sticky visitor’s badge made up for him, his initials written in large print in one corner, the room number in the other. “Visiting hours end at 9 PM. You know the drill.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Felix stuck the badge on the front of his hoodie, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and started down the familiar hallways.

He’d always hated hospitals. Something about the weird, sterile smell always put him on edge. The lights were too bright, the walls too clean–it all just felt wrong. Yet there he was, every week, for twelve hours straight. Finding her room was easy after all the times he’d made that walk, just like every time he opened her door, he felt relief flood his brain all over again when he saw her.

She was there. She was still breathing. He hadn’t lost her yet.

“Hey Chrissy, it’s just me.” Felix dragged a chair over to her bedside, collapsing into it and dropping his backpack on the ground.

He took a quiet minute just to look at her. She was lying on her side this week; Felix was all too familiar with the hospital staff moving her from time to time to help prevent bed sores, but it still made it feel a little more like she was just sleeping, like she’d wake up any minute and yell at him for being a weirdo watching her sleep instead of waking her up himself. Her dark hair was pulled back in the same two braids he’d painstakingly put in for her a few weeks earlier after he’d noticed how matted her hair was getting. He'd spent hours brushing it out and watching Youtube tutorials on how to do a simple braid until he managed to get them right. They were still kind of bad, but they kept her hair safe and pulled back from her pretty face. And she was really pretty. Even with the intubation and all the other medical shit she was hooked up to, she still looked beautiful.

He promised himself silently that if she ever woke up, he was going to tell her that.

When, he corrected himself. When she woke up.

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New funnybunny fic posted to AO3! Full first chapter linked below!

.✦ ݁˖Chapter 1.✦ ݁˖

The start of a end

It’s been two years, two years since the life of bright colors all around with shapes that would randomly twitch or turn alive when every turn was meet with a cartoon character or a new npc that would be more insane than stable when there was only five other people that I was forced to live with to talk to everyday have dinner and breakfast with every morning and every night, two years since the bright circus became dark the ringleader deleted and the show beginning to crumble with six cartoon characters that were crumbling along with the circus that had been as stable as a loose board when a sudden brick at it causing it all to fall down.

I remember the blurs of yelling running to an open exit with a bright light yellow in the very middle that was a promising sign more than any of the other exits that were ever shown. I ran towards it a ragdoll with red hair and purple patched dress her plush legs taking her as fast as they could to my right and a bright red ribbon with legs and arms as much as a ribbon could have a mask at the top it carried tears that she had no control over to my left while in front of me was a chest piece next to the portal saying hurry waving a hand at the opening behind was a body that consisted of a toy box many different toy like, brightly colored, and wacky limbs a pink triangle head at the top and lastly a purple rabbit running behind not very fast almost like he wanted to be sucked up into the crumpled up circus the void began to suck up the ruins of a once bright circus

As the other characters ran into the portal I looked at the chest piece still next to the portal he nodded but as I was about to go in I looked back at the purple rabbit I felt fear and worry bubble into my digital stomach as I watched him sit in one spot standing looking down where the floor slowly started to be eaten by white danger particles blinking up at him he started with a blank face I looked at Kinger “I have to snap him out of it” I said sharply to the man next to the portal he tried to protest but my legs already started carrying me to the rabbit I grabbed a hand and pulled him away from the crumbling circus “Jax what are you doing!” I yelled at him sharply he suddenly was snapped back to closest thing of reality looking at me with his wide balck pupils he nodded half aware half somewhere else I pulled him to the portal as the void got closer and closer to our places I looked at the two last men there Kinger nodded at me I looked at Jax who was breathing heavy looking back towards the circus I held his hand tighter “Jax come on” I begged it snapped his head back and breathed a big breath and jumped though the portal I watched him fade away in the white portal with a yellow middle I turned to Kinger who nodded I let him go second and he faded away too I looked at the circus one more time before jumping along of the other people that I was trapped with for so long

“Christine are you listening still” I looked up at my mother I nodded and smiled “yes Umma” I said looking at the older Korean lady her gray hair slowly starting to show at her roots but the rest of her hair was a light brown her wrinkles were barely existent the only way to see them was if you were face to face with her light brown eyes were squinted as her gears turned as she watched her daughter sitting at the dark brown table she took another drink of her sweet tea “you have been zoning out a bit are you well?” She asked me as I looked back at her tearing my eyes away from my own drink of coffee the creamer still showing a bit at the top with white foam “yes Umma I’m sorry I’ve been just thinking a lot of moving into the new apartment I got” I smiled at her which wasn’t a lie I was thinking a lot of the apartment I had bought it was hard buying a cheap and good looking apartment in Los Vegas.

The older lady nodded “that’s good I know you already have your things packed and ready do you need help? I’m sure your Appa would love to help you pack up the stuff we could come with you I could help you unpack the things into your apartment and-“ as the lady, that was my mother kept talking of ways to try and follow me to the apartment I looked back up at her “Thank you Umma but I believe I can do it on my own” she looked at me with worry and proudness at the same time before nodding “of course Aein” she said softly slowly I stood up taking my cup and setting it next to a few other cups in the marble island in the kitchen “I suppose Appa could help me pack the stuff into my car at least” I smiled at her my mom nodded happy to have me allow her to do something “thank you Christine” she got up from her own chair grabbing me into a tight hug “To tight to tight to tight!” I protested as I wiggled around her grip.

After some more talking my father a larger man with blonde hair gray also starting to show at the very top of her head wrinkles were much more visible from hard work of the years he’s lived dark brown eyes were his color had a huge smile almost always loaded my suitcases and box’s into my light blue Chevrolet suv trunk as he finished closing the back I hugged my mom “I will visit you don’t worry Umma” she wiped away some tears “I know honey but I’m worried since the last time you..” she slowly trailed off I tensed up in her hold but I hugged her tighter “don’t worry it isn’t going to happen again” I said to her softly she soon let me go I hugged my father as he patted my back “you go sick them kiddo” he smiled at me warmly I hugged him again as I got into my car I sighed and turned on the song 3 nights.

As I drove away from my childhood home I sighed and looked at the open road “it won’t happen again I won’t become a jester stuck in a torture chamber circus again” I told myself the open world meeting me to my new life a restart I new chance a new life the same old one that I so desperately wanted back.

Two years since Pomni had become Christine Lane.

Two years.

.•.The first end to a hopefully start YIPPE please give any feedback i appreciate any comments💕.•.

The song Christine is playing in her car