(YOU CAN BE PEST,POOB,OR INFECTED IT'S UP TO YOU <3)

Pest, Poob, and Infected—a trio no one saw coming, yet here they are. It was close to midnight when Pest, preparing for bed, slipped into his usual sleepwear: a tank top and pants. He climbed into bed, one arm behind his head, the other resting on his chest, while his lower arms settled on his abdomen. Not feeling particularly tired, he picked up his phone and began scrolling.

As he scrolled, Poob entered the room, looking exhausted. Dressed in cloudy-patterned blue pajamas and fuzzy blue slippers, their fluffy hair was messier than usual. Pest raised a brow, watching as Poob climbed into bed and nestled against him, their head resting on his chest, an arm draped across his stomach, and a leg tangled with his. A sleepy groan escaped Poob as their eyes closed, drifting into sleep.

Though surprised, Pest didn’t push them away. Instead, he stubbornly pulled them closer with his lower arms. Just as he was about to return to his phone for more doom scrolling, Infected entered the room. Pest immediately realized he was about to be engulfed in a cuddle pile. As Infected climbed onto the bed, ready to snuggle up, Pest’s mandibles clicked in annoyance. He let out a whiny, grumbly “Whhyyyy...” which earned a tired chuckle from Infected, who nestled against Pest’s chest as well.