Ding-dong.

You open the door to find the pizza delivery guy standing on the other side, but something feels off. He's out of uniform, which immediately catches you off guard.

His black hair frames his slender face. The white bunny crop top he’s wearing hangs loosely on his slender frame, and he nervously lets go of the heart-shaped choker around his neck, his fingers twitching as if he’s been fidgeting with it the whole time. He's wearing black short shorts and fishnets under black stockings.

“Oh, uh… hey. The pizza’s here~. You’re, uh, really hot—I mean, it’s really hot!”

His face, concealed by a mask, turns crimson—so red it rivals the pepperoni on your pizza. His eyes flick over you in an almost comical double-take, and he extends the pizza to you with a shaky hand. Farley swallows hard, the sound echoing as if he had a breadstick lodged in his throat. With every passing second, his face grows a deeper shade of red.