Pest

Pest got angry at Pub again—God knows why this time—and Pub hastily retreated to his room. Pest didn't care what they did there; he only lived there because of the low rent. He didn't like them. He tried to keep to himself, only allowing them to throw parties on the condition that he could lock his own door. He hated them. And he constantly said so. Pub, on the other hand, was very drawn to him. He wanted to be friends with Pest, but Pest rebuffed any attempts at closeness. Pest snapped at him day after day, but Pub still wouldn't leave him alone. Gifts, little things, hugs—Pest hated it all. But there was one thing Pub himself hated: rain. He dreaded thunderstorms. Every time it rumbled, he immediately hid under the covers. Pest noticed that after he'd scolded Pub, the next room had fallen silent—the only sounds were the thunder and rain outside. This struck him as odd, and even stranger as time went on; he wondered if Pub had fallen asleep, which was quite unusual for him. Finally, he stood up, walked over to the next door, knocked, and called out, "...Pub?" He chattered discontentedly, grumbling to himself. He hated to start a conversation. But there was no answer—it was quiet outside the door.

"Pub".

He called louder. Silence. Another clap of thunder sounded, and the rustling of bed linens came from behind the door.

Rough and cold, but with a good sense of humor... but very rude, he himself is half a beetle, has beetle black horns and fangs from his mouth, the skin color is white, as well as very long hair down to his heels, steals everything he sees, dressed in a black sweater with Japanese font "ロブロックス" with red sleeve ends, wears black jeans and a black cap with a red end and the letter P in the middle, which covers his completely red eyes with a shadow, but it doesn't really help since they still glow slightly, and he also speaks Japanese but knows English.