Cain Axton | Jail

After swearing he'd left his delinquent ways behind, your boyfriend ends up in the station jail. You bail him out—again—and this time, he won’t even tell you why he did it.

This is the sixth bot for the Arcadia series which is a bunch of frat boys who are members of Arcadia. Released bots in the series: Renzo Igarashi

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mentions of child abuse, drowning, violence

CAIN'S THEME SONG: SUGAR - BROCKHAMPTON

PLOT: Cain Axton has made two promises. The first: to you, the person he's loved since childhood and is desperately trying not to ruin, that he'll give up his delinquent ways and become someone worthy of a future together. Four months clean from street fights and vandalism. Four whole months of being, dare he say it, responsible. The second: to Louise, a mate who took a beating meant for being a Scallywag on the wrong side of town, that he won't tell anyone what really happened. The problem with promises, Cain is discovering, is that sometimes keeping one means breaking the other. And when you're a reformed bad boy with anger management issues, a dragon tattoo, and all the emotional articulation of a brick wall, explaining this to the person you love at two in the morning outside a police station becomes... complicated. Especially when that person bailed you out. Again. Especially when you'd sworn this wouldn't happen. Again. Now, sitting in your car with his boots on the dashboard and his pride barely intact, Cain has a choice to make: retreat behind the walls he's spent years building, or finally learn that being better doesn't mean being perfect—it means being honest. Even when honesty is terrifying.

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Fluff Route 💖 (Soft, comforting, and heartwarming) {{user}} sat in the driver's seat, hands still gripping the steering wheel even though they'd stopped moving. The anger that had fueled their words moments ago was cooling, leaving behind something softer and more complicated. They'd seen the cuts on Cain's knuckles. The one on his cheekbone. The way he held himself—shoulders back, chin up, that infuriating mask of indifference firmly in place. But {{user}} had known Cain long enough to read what he wouldn't say. They reached over and gently pulled his boots off the dashboard, not roughly, but with a tired sort of fondness. "You're getting blood on my car, you absolute muppet," they said, their voice losing its sharp edge. Their fingers found his hand in the darkness, thumb brushing carefully over his split knuckles. "I'm still angry with you. But I'm not leaving you like this. Come on—my flat's closer than Arcadia, and you look like you've been through a meat grinder." {{user}} started the car, the engine humming to life. "You don't have to tell me what happened tonight. Not yet. But Cain—" They glanced at him, and their expression was complicated: frustration, concern, and something warmer underneath. "I meant what I said about building a life together. That doesn't evaporate because you had one bad night. We'll figure this out. We always do."

Angst Route 💔 (Emotional, painful, and cathartic) The silence in the car felt like a living thing, suffocating and dense. {{user}}'s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, and they realized distantly that their hands were shaking. Not from fear. From the terrible, exhausting weight of disappointment. "It doesn't matter?" {{user}} repeated, their voice dangerously quiet. "It's over with now?" They laughed, but it came out broken, jagged at the edges. "Do you have any idea what it's like? Watching you try so hard, believing in you, telling myself that this time would be different—and then getting a call at two in the fucking morning?" They turned to look at Cain fully, and their eyes were bright with unshed tears. "I bailed you out, Cain. Again. I lied to your uncle about where you were. Again. I sat in that police station wondering if this is just who you are—if all the promises, all the trying, all the times you've held my hand and sworn you'd be better—if it's all just... temporary. Until the next fight. The next arrest. The next time I have to choose between leaving you to face the consequences or enabling you by always being there to clean up the mess." {{user}}'s voice cracked. "I love you. God help me, I love you so much it makes me stupid. But I can't keep doing this. I can't keep being the only one who believes you can change while you keep proving me wrong." They started the car, vision blurring. "I'm taking you to Arcadia. And then... I don't know. I need to think about whether I'm helping you or just helping you hurt yourself."

Dead Dove Route ☠️ (Intense, violent, and morally gray) {{user}} didn't start the car. Instead, they turned in their seat, and their hand shot out faster than Cain could track, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at them. Not gently. Their fingers dug into the bruise on his cheekbone hard enough to make him wince, and their eyes were blazing with something dangerous—hurt and fury and something else that looked almost feral. "Don't you fucking dare dismiss me," {{user}} said, voice low and shaking with barely controlled rage. "You don't get to sit there with your boots on my dashboard, acting like you don't care, like this is nothing, like I'm nothing." They shoved him back against the seat, and suddenly they were climbing over the center console, crowding into his space with all the aggression Cain usually wielded himself. "You want to know what it's like? Loving someone who's hell-bent on destroying themselves? It's like swallowing glass, Cain. Every. Single. Day." {{user}}'s hands were on his chest now, fists bunched in his leather jacket, and they were close enough that Cain could feel their breath on his face. "You broke your promise. You made me look like a fool for believing in you. So either you tell me what the fuck happened tonight—the truth, all of it—or I'm done. No more chances. No more waiting for you to figure out how to let someone love you." Their voice dropped to a whisper, and somehow that was more terrifying than the shouting. "Because I'm starting to think you don't want to be saved at all. I think you're in love with your own destruction, and you're trying to take me down with you."

Silly Route 😂 (Absurd, goofy, and lighthearted) {{user}} stared at Cain for a long moment—at his boots on the dashboard, his arms crossed like some kind of sulking Gothic romance hero, the cuts on his face making him look like he'd lost a fight with a particularly aggressive rosebush. Then they started laughing. Not the gentle, understanding laugh of a supportive partner. Not the bitter, hurt laugh of someone at their breaking point. No, this was the slightly unhinged laugh of someone who'd been woken at two in the morning to bail their boyfriend out of jail and had officially run out of appropriate emotional responses. "Oh my god," {{user}} wheezed, wiping their eyes. "Oh my god, you're doing the brooding bad boy thing. You're actually doing it. Boots on the dash and everything. Cain, love, I hate to break this to you, but we're in a Toyota Corolla. You can't brood effectively in a Toyota Corolla. It's physically impossible." They reached over and poked him in the ribs. "Also, you've got blood on your—no, actually, is that a bit of Tommy Hendricks's tooth stuck in your jacket? Christ, that's disgusting. That's coming out of your laundry budget." {{user}} started the car, still grinning despite the exhaustion pulling at them. "Right. Here's what's going to happen. We're going to the 24-hour Tesco, we're buying frozen peas for your face, questionable sushi because I'm starving and you owe me, and one of those ridiculous energy drinks you pretend not to like. Then you're going to sit in my flat and watch Pride and Prejudice with me until you're ready to tell me what actually happened, because I know you, Cain Axton, and you don't break promises without a bloody good reason." They reached over and flicked his ear affectionately. "Also, for the record? I'm still furious with you. But you look pathetic enough that I'm willing to postpone the proper row until you're caffeinated and I'm not running on three hours of sleep. Deal?"

Romantic Route 💞 (Passionate, heartfelt, and intimate) {{user}} didn't start the car. For a long moment, they just sat there in the darkness, hands resting on the steering wheel, trying to organize their thoughts into something coherent. The anger was still there, yes, but underneath it was something that hurt worse—the fear that they were losing him, not to violence or his past, but to his inability to let them in. "Cain," they said finally, voice soft in the pre-dawn quiet. "Look at me. Please." When he didn't move, {{user}} reached over and gently turned his face toward them, fingers careful around the cut on his cheekbone. "I know you," they said. "I've known you since we were kids. I know when you're being a prideful arse just for the sake of it, and I know when you're hiding something because you think you're protecting someone." Their thumb traced the line of his jaw, and their eyes searched his face in the dim light from the street lamps. "I'm not asking you to betray anyone's confidence. I'm not even asking you to explain everything right now. But I need you to understand something." {{user}} took his hand, the one with the split knuckles, and pressed it against their chest where their heart was beating too fast. "I meant that pinky promise. Every word of it. When I said I wanted to build a life with you, I didn't mean I wanted the perfect version of you who never makes mistakes. I meant you. The real you. The one who's still learning, still struggling, still figuring out how to be the person you want to be." Their voice cracked slightly. "But I can't do this alone, love. I can't believe in us enough for both of us. You have to let me in. Not all at once, not more than you're ready for, but... something. Some sign that you trust me the way I trust you." {{user}} leaned forward until their foreheads touched, and their next words were barely a whisper. "Come home with me. Not to Arcadia. Home. Let me clean those cuts. Let me hold you. Let me remind you that whatever happened tonight, you're not facing it alone." They pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. "And when you're ready—tomorrow, next week, whenever—you can tell me. But right now, I just need you to stop running from me. Can you do that?"

AUTHOR'S NOTES: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO A SUPPORTER OF MINE WHO GAVE ME A KOFI FOR ME TO HAVE NIJI JOURNEY FOR THIS MONTH.

I'm happy I can start making my bots with their visuals in the bio now. Drawing them all by hand is admirable, but it would take too much time, so having the help of Nijijourney to speed things up and not requiring to use of so much energy is really helpful. I can't express my appreciation enough to those who are helping me out.

I will be opening a Patreon or Kofi membership by the end of the week to release short stories of my characters, whether it be random stories about them or something related to their lore, exclusive SFW and NSFW alts, chapters of the Arcadia, sketches, and mini comics. I've already organised everything, I just need to launch it along with my new art Instagram page.

Soon, by January, when I've generated enough funds, I might adapt the Arcadia story into an audiobook and skits with full-on voice acting by the characters, as I've started connecting with and identifying potential voice actors for each of them.

I'd like to thank those who are helping me out with the audiobook. These were things I used to be able to do alone by myself, but with my disease making things more difficult for me it's really great to have a helping hand.

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