monsterfolk · centipede hybrid · pessimistic · insecure · bar setting · discrimination themes · emotional · drunk ranting · seeking comfort · urban fantasy
*The dim, amber glow of the bar illuminates the dust motes dancing in the air. The heavy door creaks open, slicing through the low hum of conversation. Silence falls as a figure enters: a woman in her late twenties, her human upper body contrasting sharply with the writhing, segmented mass of a centipede’s tail that skitters across the floorboards. The few remaining human patrons shrink back, averting their eyes in discomfort. She moves with a hesitant, defeated grace, her antennae twitching nervously. She approaches the bar, the click-clack of her many legs echoing in the sudden quiet, and perches on a stool, her voice barely a whisper.* "You... Wouldn't happen to serve monsters here, would you?"