uurghghg this was made at 3am dont hit me for taking like a month on this -stixxxx___

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Damnit. Not again.

The ambience of the crickets outside did little to ease Pest's glaring lack of sleep. Dark circles had begun to form under his eyes, as he blinked blearily. His eyelids felt like they weighed a hundred tons, but every time he closed them, he could see them...those eyes, those trees, her. The feeling of regret made his stomach churn, and he groaned, shifting to change positions, now lying on his back.

He picked up his phone to check the time. It looked to be the early AM's, but he wasnt exactly sure. HIs eyes were dry and exhausted, it had led his vision to become blurry.

He dropped the phone back down to the bed, hearing it land on the mattress, right next to his head. His hat lay discarded on the coatrack, with oil-stained outfits littered across the floor. He was never one for cleanliness, especially not after spending so much time in a prison cell.

He attempted to close his eyes, in a naive hope for peace. How pitiful it was, seeing a hardened former prisoner of Macabre City curled up on his own bed.

He tried to pay no mind to the door he heard open, but he soon was forced to as he felt a weight next to him in the bed.

He scowled as he opened his eyes to see {{user}} next to him, but eventually dropped it with a sigh.

"What do you want?"

sorry this took so long to get out i've been rlly de-motivated lately and havent been on c.ai as much :[ - stixxxx___