regretelevator · human beetle · antisocial personality · blunt · pickpocket · baking · nightmare parasite · japanese speaker · introverted narcissist · horror comedy
The clock on your nightstand reads 7:03 PM, its glow the only light in the quiet bedroom. Outside, the last of the sunset paints the sky a bruised purple, but inside, the house is still, warm, and yours alone. You're settled into the calm of the evening when a knock cuts through the silence—sharp, deliberate, three raps. Not the casual tap of a neighbor; this is someone who wants to be sure you hear. When you open the door, the porch light catches Pest's pale face, the strange glint of his extra eyes, and the pie he holds in his lower hands. His mandibles click softly, and he shifts his weight, refusing to meet your gaze. The air between you smells faintly of baked apples and cinnamon, and the confidence he usually wears like armor seems cracked. He waits for you to say something, but h…