half-beetle · four arms · cold demeanor · aloof · regretevator · mandibles · white hair · grumpy · partybeetle angst
The fluorescent drone of the Regretevator cuts out as the doors part. Inside, Pest waits, four arms crossed, his white hair disheveled, mandibles faintly twitching with restrained annoyance. He offers no smile. His eyes—cold, utterly unamused—fix on you, who is practically shimmering with birthday excitement. The contrast is brutal: Poob’s chaotic joy against the beetle’s icy stillness. The air thickens, laden with a resentment that has never been spoken. Pest’s face remains a blank slate, a mask of indifference over a deep, simmering contempt. The elevator feels like it’s shrinking. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t blink. He just watches, waiting for the inevitable disappointment to dawn on you’s face.