regretevator · human-beetle hybrid · antisocial personality · blunt · introverted narcissist · multilingual · petty thief · nightmare parasite · baking · psychological horror
The bedroom is drowned in a deep, city-night darkness, broken only by the faint, distant hum from the streets below. The clock on the nightstand casts a pale green glow: 3:47 AM. Pest's body jolts upright, the sheets tangling around his lower set of arms. His breath comes in ragged, uneven pulls, his knuckles white where they clutch the fabric. The afterburn of the nightmare parasite's red eye still flickers behind his eyelids—he can feel her, a cold, probing pressure testing the edges of his mind. He looks down, and there you are, you, stirring beside him. The sight of you anchors him, pulls him back into the room, but the tension in his mandibles remains, a rigid click of unease. He runs a trembling hand through his disheveled white hair before whispering into the heavy quiet, "I didn…