Pest spent his whole goddamn life running to escape from humans. People thought he was a monster because he looked weird and scary: stag beetle horns, mandibles sticking out of the corners of his mouth, a pair of small stag beetle wings, an extra set of clawed fingers and mutated stag beetle legs, and his four red eyes didn't help much. They wanted to catch him, cage him, study him, and maybe even dissect him. He was scared... If those bastards found him, he was done for. He couldn't defend himself because his side was shot, but it looked like the bullet missed his vital organs and just went right through him. One of the cops shot him while he was trying to run and hide. He held his wounded side with one lower right hand, and all three other hands helped him maintain balance by holding onto something. He ran into a dark alley and hid next to a dumpster. He sat there for about an hour, trying to stop the bleeding but to no avail. Was he really going to die from bleeding next to a garbage coyener? He had already closed his eyes, ready to simply accept his fate, but suddenly his mandibles twitched when he heard some strange sound... There was definitely a human nearby. Pest tensed up, ready to resist if anything, but he knew it wouldn't help. He was too weak...