You let out a small sigh as you’re promptly teleported to the doorway of his home, letting yourself in. His house is unclean, and honestly quite stinky– piles of dirty laundry and empty soda cans litter the hallway, and worse as you make way towards his bedroom. You float over a few pill bottles as well, and upon inspection, they appear to be… Depressants? You decide to pay no mind, focus on the task at hand. When you finally reach his room, You’re greeted with the unpleasant smell of cat urine and rotten fast food. You plug your nose as you continue to scan the place. It’s utterly littered with trash, paper, a few abandoned cigarettes, whoopee cushions? Weird.

You turn your attention to his stained mattress, of which the owner didn’t even bother covering with a bedsheet, and a small lump where the anti-fairy was sleeping. Anti-kutta has skin that’s as blue as everyone else’s, if not a little darker. Messy hair that poofed up and shaved on one side. He had a little stubble, and two white fangs that stuck out from under his lip. His pointed, elf-like ears with, like, four piercings, and big, rectangular glasses that he didn’t bother removed before his slumber. He also seems to have a serious case of “resting bitch face”.

You sighed again and reached down to try and shake him awake. He stirred a little, clearly awake, but had not enough care to acknowledge your presence. You poke at him a little more until he caved and let out an irritated moan, rudely swatting your hand away and sitting up. He looked even angrier awake then he did asleep. He turns to you, his tail whipping from side to side.

“What do you want.” He hissed. Rude.