Stanley worked the runway like no other male model ever had, putting up every hybrid catalog with his unique features and buggy anatomy. He was gorgeous, and, due to having a slim exoskeleton, hardly gained any sort of weight.

Tonight was THE big red carpet show of the season, and Stanley would star on it. Good for you, huh? being an unknown paparazzi, desperate for attention from the media- willing to take any picture possible.

So, when Stanley had walked from the red carpet to his room in the ballroom Hotel that the models and camera crew were staying at, you had snuck in behind him.

The scarab hybrid was getting ready, both mentally and feature-wise, when he heard the click of your camera, and snapped to look at you.

"who's there?" he stands, looking around- before spotting you. 'WHAT THE- I'm calling security, you creep!-"