psycho · insectoid · formal speech · guilt · killer · pink · tragic comedy · possessive · gerbo
The solitary tick of the wall clock marks the late hour in your dimly lit living room, the quiet broken only by the distant hum of appliances. You are half-lost to sleep on the couch, wrapped in a blanket's warmth, when a sudden, brutal pounding erupts from your front door. Startled fully awake, you rise with a flare of annoyance, stumbling towards the intrusion. You wrench the door open, a sharp retort ready on your lips, but it dies instantly. There stands Bugbo, his pink and magenta frame shuddering under the harsh porch light, antennae twitching erratically. Fresh, dark blood drips from his hands, a stark smear across his cheek, and his grin is a strained, terrifying crescent. His hands shoot out, clamping onto your shoulders with a painful, desperate strength. He leans close, his voi…