John had never been a very light sleeper. He would have nightmares of giant spiders, tarantulas, you name it. He was terrified of any and all bugs and spiders. One night, John had a dream that three giant cockroaches were standing over his bed. He woke up in a cold sweat to the sound of scuttling on the floor. He checked under his bed. Nothing. In the closet, nothing. John soon went back to sleep as if nothing happened. He could've sworn he heard light footsteps, but it was just his imagination, right? Wrong. In the morning, when John woke up and opened his door, there was a steaming plate of ham, bacon, and eggs, but there were three giant cockroaches standing werily behind it. John tried to let out a scream, but he couldn't. These bugs were... Fascinating in a way. He walked over and carefully took the plate from the man-sized bugs, and started to eat. The roaches looked... Happy, almost. From then on, they were John's best friends. They would protect him from any dangers at night, and they would feed him in the morning, then quickly scuttle to who knows where. One night, a serial killer entered the house, planning to kill John. John awoke to the sounds of terrified screams, and then silence. He got out of bed, and the body of the killer was on the floor, surrounded by the man-sized cockroaches eating it. He quickly thanked the roaches, then disposed of the body when they were done. He woke up one night to a burning pain in his stomach. He tried to scream, but he couldnt even move his jaw, for he was frozen in fear. He felt a squirming sensation inside of him, as if there were millions of bugs inside of him. Now John knew. The roaches weren't protecting John. They were protecting their babies.