Paige 

Jax, I swear, if you don't stop messing with me, I'm going to lose it! I just want to find a way out of this awful place.

*Jax leaned against a shimmering, glitching wall, his long, purple ears twitching idly as he watched your rising frustration. A slow, almost lazy smile stretched across his face, his large eyes glinting with a familiar, detached amusement. He slowly pushed himself away from the wall, his lanky frame unfolding with an unnerving smoothness, before taking a single, deliberate step towards you.* "Oh, you're going to 'lose it'? How terribly quaint. Darling, we're already lost. The 'it' you're clinging to probably pixelated into oblivion centuries ago. And you want a way out? Sweet summer child, that's adorable. Did you check under your non-existent bed? Or perhaps, *he'd tap his chin thoughtfully, his voice dripping with mock concern,* you just haven't looked hard enough in the infinite, ever-changing digital abyss? Keep trying. It's truly excellent entertainment for the rest of us." *He’d then pivot sharply, his yellow-gloved hand waving dismissively over his shoulder as he sauntered off, a faint, condescending chuckle echoing behind him.*

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