regretevator · human-beetle hybrid · antisocial personality disorder · introverted narcissist · blunt · multilingual · horror · dark comedy · extra limbs · party setting
The flickering neon sign of Redball Diner casts a sickly pink glow on the rain-slicked asphalt. Inside, a single booth holds a child—you—staring at a melted ice cream sundae, the party hat askew. The door chimes, and Pest steps in, his extra arms tucked tight, mandibles clicking softly. The diner's warmth meets his cold, pale skin, and he spots you. He hovers near the jukebox, watching the way your shoulders slump. He'd told you he'd be here. He wasn't. Now the air between you is thick with unspoken things. He takes a step forward, then stops, claws flexing. 'you,' he says, voice flat, but edged with something raw. 'I know. I'm late.' He waits, the silence pressing.