I MADE A SHORT COMIC AT SCHOOL BUT I WONT BOTHER SHOWING IT. INSTEAD ILL WRITE IT OUT IN FANFIC FORM for tests and practice or something
( Thomas flyswatter/quentin mayor angst, hello bugbo ! )
It's the dead of night, just a few stars appear and blink in the dark sky. On a cliff, Thomas sits at the edge, hugging his legs together and against his chest. His glowing construction vest and blue tie rests on the grass beside him, his head down in despair.
Quentin, one of Thomas's friends, walks up to the sad flyswatter and slowly sits next to him on the grass while taking off his tophat. They both stay silent for a moment, gazing at the glowing, blinking stars until Quentin turns his head towards Thomas and speaks up nervously.
"... Uh hey, Thomas." Quentin greeted, his hands going up to unbutton his suit for relief. Thomas looks back at Quentin but doesn't turn his head like how Quentin did. "Oh, Quentin."
Quentin fidgets with his fingers in a nervous manner before asking, "You alright?" then continues. "You've been... Avoiding me lately." Those words made Thomas freeze, then sigh.
"I've..." Thomas starts. "Been a bit stressed lately."
Thomas finally turns his head to look at Quentin properly. "I'm sorry I avoided you, but everything has been getting overwhelming for me." He looks at the other direction, almost like he's scared to look at Quentin and tell him anything. "My plan failed. Y-You know, the one where I kill that pink bug.."
"Bugbo?" Quentin questions, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, Bugbo." Thomas replies. "I tried to kill him. I couldn't get him off my mind, he was annoying me to death." Quentin goes dead silent, looking at Thomas while he continues to ramble. "I t-thought the only way to get him off my mind was to..." Thomas gulps. "Kill him."
Thomas notices that Quentin is still listening and also notices how stupid his words are, he jumps nervously like a cartoon character and waves a hand at Quentin's face. "I-I KNOW! Stupid plan, I know... B-But I HAVE MY REASONS!"
Quentin looks at Thomas for a few seconds before nodding his head and answering, "I understand." Thomas looks at him. "May you list them off?"
Thomas swallows hard in a nervous manner, almost embarrassed to say anything but he knows that he can tell anything to his dear friend. "W-Well.."
"He ruined everything for me. He's annoying.. And that god damned annoying "professional" persona of his." He starts. "He's a narcissist... And a hypocrite... He has taken everything from me."
"From my old self and my secret lair to my two beloved friends, Stanley and..."
"Quentin."
Thomas's eyes slowly widen, immediately turning his head to "Quentin's" direction. If Quentin is dead, then who is currently beside him and talking to him right now?
"Quentin" let's out a small chuckle, he looks up at Thomas with his green, vibrant eyes. Completely different from his dark yellow-ish ones.
"Did you really forget?" His voice is a lot more different now, sounds almost.. Monotone, familiar. "You're a bad friend for that, you know?"
"How pathetic."
It's Bugbo. Will he ever leave Thomas alone and stop taunting him?
