A one shot based on @munchiemooz and @chubs-deuce Aftershow AU.
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Felix entered the apartment, relieved at the cool air that rushed to meet him. This summer was unbearable: everything, the pavement, the car seat, the dashboard, radiated heat like they were avenging someone. But he was finally home with the groceries, including his and Chris’ ice cream.
He heard the subtle “Fshh” of the shower. That answered his question.
He headed to the kitchen, quickly taking out and storing the groceries and shoving the ice cream in the fridge. The only thing he didn’t stow away was the new juice he bought. He had never tried this flavor before, but the curiosity, heat, and his thirst compelled him. He found a glass and filled half of it before taking a hesitant sip.
…Not bad. He had his doubts, but this might have become one of his go-to drinks from now on.
As he finished his refreshment, he didn’t notice the open window. How something dark crawled in. How it approached silently without pausing in his direction.
Felix had happily poured himself to a second, fuller glass before he heard the pitter-patter behind him. He froze. Then quickly turned around. But it was too late.
Chris exited the bathroom. The unbearable summer heat had convinced her to take a cool shower. A shocking occurrence, Felix would say.
Chris noticed the eerie lack of sound in the apartment. Shouldn’t he be home by now, throwing a light-hearted jab at her cold shower choice?
That’s when she noticed a dark red puddle at the end of the hallway.
There were jagged shards on the floor. Glass. Her heart rate rose, her breathing quickened.
She didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Out jumped Felix, facing something hidden by the corner. His face was alert and determined, and he was holding a broom like he was about to fight an army with it.
“Chris! I need your help – wait, wait, LOOK OUT FOR THE BROKEN GLASS!”
“Felix-what? Where’s your shirt??” That was all she could muster from her shock.
He looked at her, stressed, before facing whatever he was fighting once again.
“Okay, look, don’t make fun of me, but I thought I could ambush it with my shirt.”
Felix yelped and leaped backwards. At that distance, Chris could spot the small brown dot that flew at him. It emitted an awful, familiar rapid fluttering noise.
Oh god. A roach. At this time of day.
“Chris, get the spray from the cabinet!”
Felix didn’t have to say it twice. Chris returned to the bathroom and hurried out with the beautiful can. She stepped around the puddle, carefully avoiding the glass, and bravely approached the pest that had landed on the wall.
She pressed the spray, expecting to hear the powerful “Whooosshhhh!” that rendered any insect into eventual paralysis.
What came out instead was a sad “Plbtbtbt”, like a mouse blowing a raspberry. Pathetic drops jumped out from the can instead of the mighty mist it usually wielded.
“OH GOD I forgot,” said Felix, realizing why he went to the grocery store in the first place.
Chris squinted at him, her lips straightened with disappointment.
The intermission was brief. The roach leaped out of the wall, ready for a second attack. Felix quickly held the broom at a whacking stance and looked frantically around. Where did that stupid roach go?
He caught sight of Chris looking at him, paralyzed.
She raised a trembling hand, pointing at his chest. He looked down.
The cockroach had landed on his chest, on his left pec.
For a moment, they all stood still, including the cockroach. Chris and Felix would have laughed if they weren’t simply MORTIFIED.
Finally, Felix straightened up, a solemn look resting on his face.
“Chris,” he began, “get the umbrella. You know what to do.”
She looked at him, mouth agape with shock.
“We don’t have a choice.”
“NO!” she retorted, eyes welling up with tears. “If I do it, every time I look at your chest, I’ll think ‘Ah, I smooshed a cockroach here.’”
“Chris,” replied Felix. A fond smile grew on his lips. “You’re the love of my life. I would be honored to become a cockroach crime scene if it means you’ll be safe.”
Chris stared at him for a few minutes, cheeks coloring, before silently nodding.
She went to the hook-rack near the apartment door and returned with the free umbrella her company gave her. She stopped at a reasonable position in front of Felix - now on the floor on one knee - before fixing herself in a baseball batting position.
She took a swing. The umbrella disappeared in a swift blur of blue polyester
…before landing right on Felix’s nose with a sharp crack.
He let out an awful shriek, his hands immediately cupping his face as he leaned backwards. The roach had flown upwards at the impact. Chris watched as it flew placidly towards the windowsill and silently crawled out.
She gave out a sigh of relief before she looked around, still rather bewildered. The aftermath remained: Felix now on both of his knees, letting out pained groans, one hand on his nose and mouth and the other holding him steady on the floor; and the puddle and glass on the floor. Chris noticed the dark bottle on the kitchen counter that displayed a large pomegranate on the label.
“Ah, I missed,” was all she said.
Honestly, I wanted to classify this as horror for the Lolz, but i feel like that would've been too much.
Let's see how fast someone can guess the anime this was inspired by.