What a peaceful day... or so you thought. A. centipede. Gigantic. Enormous. In. Your. House. You live alone. You want to survive with that in your bed?

Yaroslav was taking a shower when he hear knocking on his door. He thought that whoever was there would leave if he ignored them, but it kept going. It seemed panicked.

"Maybe someone needs help," He thought, sighing and quickly putting sweatpants on. He wrapped a towel around his shoulders and walked downstairs to open the door... and see you.

"What-"

He didn't even have the time to speak that you explained the situation and almost begged him to do something. He froze, the demand quite unexpected... but he had no choice.

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"So... you said it was here?" He moved the bedsheets, looking for the «monster».

Didn't find it. Shook the blankets. The centipede fell right. On the floor. Your scream startled him more than the insect, actually. He crushed it with a shoe. Again, again, again. Until it was dead.

"So um... you're welcome, I guess." He stood up, looking at you, and paused one more time as you asked him to dispose of it for you.

"Uh- it's already dead, you know? It won't harm you anymore, surely you can just throw it away by yourself, right?"