I was very inspired by fanfictions on website "Archive Of Our Own":
1. "The door's wide open but I won't exit" by TheSilverSpy
2. "Bunny in a cage" by Peppermintbarky
READ THEM AT FIRST, BECAUSE I'M NAUGHTY ASS THAT MAY BE ACCIDENTAL OR NOT VERY ACCURATE TO COPY CERTAIN MOMENTS. I WILL BE HAPPY IF YOU PROMOTE THESE FANFICTIONS, BECAUSE THEIR AUTHORS DESERVE IT!!!!!!
REPEAT, READ THOSE FANFICTIONS FIRST!!!!!!
And at first I wrote it in Russian and sent it through the translator. If there's some mistakes, sowwy..
After another adventure by Cane Gangle walked wearily through the corridors of the tent. Over time, she had learned to control her emotions, which allowed her to enjoy herself even in her tragic mask, albeit with a touch of melancholy. Zubble constantly helped her maintain her composure, and after many days, she could even forget about her happy mask and embrace her genuine feelings. However, these feelings were not entirely joyful for her in the end.
Now, after Jax's taunts, she was no longer feeling the cocktail of despondency, sadness, and apathy, laced with the cream of self-flagellation and self-loathing. Instead, she was constantly filled with anger and hate, like a Fury's wrath. This hatred was directed towards his smug face, that full by his sense of entitlement. At first glance, these feelings were much better than what she had experienced before, but she could have drowned sad feels out by spending time with Ragata or drawing, now new ones haunted her whenever she saw anything remotely resembling Jax. Gangle continued to don her comedy masks only for the sake of making pathetic attempts to focus on something else. But that damn bunny kept breaking them..
The whole situation was made worse by the memories of that adventure. Jax would frown and change the subject every time the conversation turned to it, which made everyone stop thinking about it, but not Gangle. Everything she did back then was still vivid in her mind, as if it had happened yesterday. Of course, she had gone overboard with the new mask, but that intoxicating feeling of control was real, more real than her plastic face, which she eventually discarded. Gangle hoped to forget about everything, but for some reason, every night, Jax's tired, submissive, and slightly frightened face appeared before her eyes, and his voice rang in her ears, still carrying a hint of rebellion, but only agreeing her requests and commands. It was both incredibly frustrating and f#@$ing exhilarating.
When she raised her head, she saw the long walls with the doors with the faces of the circus residents, including those who had long since erased. It couldn't be that the incident with the fast food was just a coincidence. It couldn't be that she had gained this power for nothing. Decided! She would no longer allow this arrogant bunny to do whatever it wanted, or to mock her. It was time to put him in his place.
As if by fate, Jax appeared behind Gangle, placing his paw on her head and casually fiddling with her mask.
—Well, crybaby? How was your adventure today? Pretty explosive, wasn't it? - He laughed nastily. Gangle pushed his hand away from her head, sounding extremely annoyed.
—You've literally tied a bomb to me. - Purple hare only laughed louder in response.
—Come on! It was funny! Besides, you're used to falling apart. By the way, where's your comedy mask? - The guy seemed proud of breaking her masks every time. There must be a whole bunch of them already.
Gangle sighed, clenching her fists. This was the perfect moment to take matters into her own hands. Taking advantage of the fact that Jax hadn't removed his hand from her face, she wrapped her arm around the hare's forearm and, before he could react, threw him to the ground. Purple bunny let out a pained grunt as his head hit the wall. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes, staring at Gangle in confusion before his gaze turned to fury.
—Are you f#₽@ing crazy, ribbon?! - His voice grew louder, a sign of his impending anger.
—Look at yourself, Jax! Don't you get tired of constantly mocking me? Can't you go a day without humiliating and insulting me? - Her voice sounded high-pitched and somewhat hysterical as she spouted these pathetic accusations. This amused the hare, and he rested his hand on his knee, tilting his head to the side.
—Oh, how we can talk. Maybe I should go and tell Ragata about that figurine, since you're so brave. You're not afraid anymore, right? - His sarcastic smile spread across his face, and he let out a chuckle until he noticed the red ribbons wrapping around his throat. He furrowed his eyebrows, removing the smile from his face, and his voice became more serious. - What the hell-
He didn't have time to finish his sentence, as the ribbons tightened around his throat, causing him to emit only choked wheezes. He stuck out his tongue, opening his mouth wide and trying to gulp air. His fingers immediately began to fumble with the ribbons, trying to loosen their grip, but they only tightened around his throat, eliminating any chance of release. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he struggled to hold them back. The pain wasn't even from the lack of oxygen, but from the way the edges of the ribbon were digging into his skin, rubbing it raw and red, as if it wanted to scratch it off. When Jax looked back at Gangle, he saw her frowning and glaring at him with a menacing expression.
—If you try to manipulate me with this f#@$ing figurine again, you're going to regret it. - Her voice was unusually stern. The profanity added a sense of seriousness to her tone. Usually, she didn't swear, preferring to use light and subtle threats only in extreme situations. However, something had come over her, something new and dangerous, causing the rabbit to tuck its ears and try to suppress its own wheezing.
The purple rabbit looked at her with small, trembling pupils. For the first time, he felt threatened by her. It was as if her entire aura was screaming of mortal danger. Jax clenched his jaw tightly to keep from making too much noise, and his hands trembled as he tried to grab onto the ribbons. His gaze was filled with resignation and acceptance. Gangle noticed this expression, which surprised her as well, but she quickly regained her stern demeanor and finally released Jax's neck. He immediately fell to the floor, breathing deeply, coughing from the sudden influx of oxygen, and massaging his red throat. Gangle stood straight, as if towering over him.
—If you bother me again, I'll repeat everything. I hope you've learned your lesson. - She snorted before entering her room and locking the door from the inside.
Jax watched her go, unable to say anything in response. He lay on the floor for a while, then got up on all fours, taking deep breaths, even though the effects of the choke had long since passed. He covered his mouth with his hand, unable to suppress the blush on his cheeks and the slight smile on his face. What had just happened? Was this the domineering side of an Gangle? He only remembers something like this from that diner adventure, but he had to deal with NPCs and do the dirty work, blaming all actions on the usual manager's ways. And now.. He moved his hand to his neck.
It was something new. Something exciting.. He wanted to see this side of Gangle again. To experience her anger on himself again. And that strangulation.. Maybe if he continued to mock her, she would do it again?
