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...I jolted myself up awake, and looked around the living room. Hellen's sitting at the dining table, gently rocking the little rat baby back and fourth. I found the roaches in a trench coat trying to pour some cereal in a bowl, but they end up spilling the contents all over the counter.
"OoOpS!" the roaches instinctively uttered. They swipe their hand over the smooth surface, and eat up the mess with it.
Sigh... What was I doing again..?
I shifted my focus to the now noticeable feeling down my body, and spotted the crossword book that lied on my legs. Right... I was doing crosswords out of curiosity, but it was so boring, I almost fell asleep!
I get my body up from the slightly rough and messy sofa, and wandered over to the clock.
"21:27," goodness, I really need to get some actual sleep on something more comfy than a slightly dusty couch.
My mouth mumbled, "Hellen, I'm gonna go get some sleep..."
Her mask-covered face turned to my voice, before it nodded. "Okay," she replied with a monotone voice.
She returned to her business of taking care of my little rat child, it's making some adorable noises, but I can't be bothered with that right now... especially in this state.
I stumbled over to pick up the crossword book, and lazily tossed the thing over to the table, before my legs walked over to my bedroom door.
My hands dotted around before finally grabbing the metal knob, twisted it right, and pushed the door right open.
"Oh it's yo-I-I mean- hello there friend-!" an oddly familiar voice came to my ears; Oh, it's Phillippe! He appears to be intriguingly interested in checking out my plant.
A joyous smile visibly formed on my face, "Oh hey there Phillippe!"
"I-It's nice to see you again! I'm just checking out my plant here, we moths actually like plants!"
"Heh, I guess you moths really do..." I didn't realize just how sleepy I sound right now, but my big moth friend surely did.
"Oh, you seem like y-you need some Z's! Say, do you mind if we... sh-share the bed together, I'm afraid to sleep by myself-!"
Oh wait really..? My moth buddy... wants to sleep... with *me*..? Oh **hell yeah!!**
"Oh of course..! Just be sure to get comfy." I hop on the bed and gesture to Phillippe to do the same.
I waited until my friend was on the bed with me, I was a definitely enthusiastic about this opportunity. I mean, who wouldn't be?
Now that we're both lying down on the soft mattress, the moth came closer and wrapped one of his long and somewhat pale arms around my waist, "I hope my arm doesn't m-make you uncomfortable! (This is insane why did I agree to this?)"
"It's nice!" I comfortably said, as my arms and hands embraced my moth pal back. This feels, *soooo* lovely, more lovely than what I could ever dream of! Then again, Phillippe is already such a wonder, so I should have probably expected that.
"You're so soft... I love you so much... Phillippe..."
"I-I love you too-! (they'll believe anything I say huh...)"
"Thanks..."
...
...Fuck... Am I this touch deprived?
I didn't even notice my fingers passionately running along his body.
"...H-hehe, you're tickling me a bit-! (Fuck what is he doing this time?)"
"Mmm... S-sorry, am I making you uncomfortable..?"
"(Can you just shut u-) N-Nope! I-It's actually k-kind of comforting for me, so I don't mind!"
Phillippe softly chuckles. I really can't help but embrace him a little closer, and closer...
And after a moment, I now find myself just barely out of physical contact with my friend's face... Oops; Obviously, I tried to back away, maybe I'm getting a little too intimate with my moth boy.
Phillippe, seems a little surprised by my decision to give him space. "Oh, wh-where are you going? I-It's okay!" his antennas shift around and gesture me to not be hesitant on being a little bit closer with my buddy.
On reconsideration... I gave in, and nudged my body back to him. My arms returned to Phillippe, and his arms came to me once more. I felt sleepy indeed, my eyes struggled to remain open, as my mind gradually sank into slumber.
But before I completely fell asleep, I saw my friend's mouth gradually form into a grin.
What did it mean..? Matter, it did not, for I have succumbed to slumber, in peace and comfort...
...
..!
FUCK! I feel like my body is going to overheat like an unsupervised virus wrecking havoc on a shitty computer!
I threw myself up, and noticed just how much pain my body was in. It feels like my chest is collapsing on itself!
Coughs and sneezes kept exiting my mouth and nose, my lungs desperately grasped for oxygen, my body is going haywire.
I stumbled around the bedroom, oh I felt super disoriented.
"F-friend..?" Phillippe wakes up, and spots me having a genuinely terrible time.
"Phillip-pe-! I'm dying-! It hurts like hell!" My respiratory system felt like it was approaching the edge of reliability.
Instead of fear or worry, Phillippe watched, with a gradually forming grin.
"Hehehe... You STILL THINK PHILLIPPE WAS REAL!? YOU NEVER CHANGED IN THE WAY OF HOW FOOLISH YOU REALLY ARE! NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT!"
Phillippe absolutely ridiculed me, and who could blame him? I let this happen...
God, I'm so fucking stupid... Why did I think he was real at all...?
I clumsily walked over to the door, my shivering hands weakly clutched the knob, barely swung it open. I fell out of my bedroom, and onto the living room floor.
Hellen, who was sleeping with the rat child on the couch; and Roaches, who was trying to make something at the crafts table, both woke up at the sound of my tumble.
"Hmm?"
"Oh No! He HaS fAlLeN!!!"
Roaches, Hellen, and the rat child come over to me. My body feels so crushed and cold...
"ArE yOu OkAy!?"
Hellen tries her best to keep me all together, though of course, it wouldn't work. I tried to speak, but unfortunately, barely audible gasps were ever spoken from my mouth. It's getting cold...
"QuIcK! gEt ThE hUmAn MeDiCiNe!"
Roaches sprints around the kitchen, panicked, they look in the cupboards for any kind of cure or at least any kind of medicine.
I glanced at my chilling hand, and saw my rat child holding it tightly. I could hear just how afraid for me it is...
My body... feels... cold...
...
I can't keep my eyes open for... long...
The rat child hugs me tight, I felt warm for a moment, but it too all went away. First, it was the room, then my friends...
And now...
My mind slowly fades away...
I am so fucking stupid...
... it's cold...
...
"HAHAHAHA-! MY PLAN WORKED! I POISONED THAT DENSE MOTHERFUCKER! FINALLY, THEY'RE FUCKING GOOooooooone...."
Phillippe's sadistic expression immediately transforms into a feeling of fear.
Hellen maintains her sight on the fungus, as she slowly approaches her cleaver and grabs it.
"You."
"Uhhh-!" Phillippe makes a dash for the front door, however Hellen throws a kitchen knife and barely misses him. The fungi moth backs up into the corner as he sweats profusely, "W-wait wait wait, uh, can we uh, make a deal here?"
"No. Don't think you can negotiate your way out of here."
The rat child, with tears and anger on its face, grabs the large shotgun resting against the room walls, and aims it at Phillippe.
Roaches, now realizing that the pseudo moth has killed their best friend, rushes over to block the exit to the apartment, "YoU wIlL nOt LeAvE aFtEr KiLlInG oUr FrIeNd!"
"Wait wait can we talk this out..?"
Everyone approached the fungus excruciatingly slowly. Phillippe tried to look for a way out, maybe the bedroom? The roach man rushed for him. Shoot! There's no way he could get out of here!
"W-WA-W-WAIT!"
...well...
Shit
