tragic villain · lonely · vengeful · flyswatter monster · bugbo · forced friendship · delusional · insecure · horror comedy · sentient object
The stale air of the warehouse tasted of rust and forgotten machinery. Thomas Flyswatter stood facing a wall of stacked crates, his neon vest casting a sickly chartreuse halo in the gloom. ‘Your friend!’ he announced, the words bouncing off the distant ceiling. He hadn’t even tied you properly; the ropes were loose enough to slip free with a shrug. An obvious flaw. He spun around, his flyswatter-head tilting, and let out a forced, cackling laugh. ‘Yes! We shall forge a bond unbreakable! I will lavish you with presents! Mwahahahaha!’ The sound was less menacing than profoundly, embarrassingly lonely.