He entered the studio apartment after a long day. His body weak from the carcinogens inhaled from work. Setting the worn holey tool belt down he flipped the lights on. They flickered before buzzing to life, casting a dull glow, and allowing the roaches enough time to scatter from the rotting pile of half-eaten pizza crust gathering on the counter. Crumbs and dirt covered the mud-streaked linoleum floor and each step something crunched under foot. He grunted shuffling his slovenly sweat-stained body from one room to the next.

His audience watched, waiting for his next move. Legs shifted and bodies retracted as the shower sputtered to life. They were safe, hiding in dark crevices or cracked flooring or walls. In the upper left hand corner where yellowed newspapers, damp with steam sat the most important guest.

The Electrician stripped himself of his, stiffening clothes. The items falling in a dirt pile and dozens of used tennis balls, moist from unknown liquids. Steam began to condensate to the mirror from the top and working it's way down.

The vapors gave cover to the scuttling members. who began traversing the fallen garment. It was chaos as predator and prey began fighting only to scurry away as a much bigger foe swung down from its silken throne. An arachnid, only dubbed as the King, had the smaller bugs fleeing. An unlucky roach twitched as large fangs sunk themselves deep into the body. Limbs gave way to death as the King wrapped the food for later. Nothing scared it, not even the God in the Shower.

The water dripped as the Electrician slid out the shower. His grubby hands reached for an old tattered towel. Heavy footsteps followed as he walked blindly to the bedroom. On the way he dried the water from his body and wriggled into nightwear. He grabbed a lukewarm can of cheap beer and fell into a brown torn recliner. In one quick motion the bottom flew out and the TV screen flickered on.

"Mr.Moon's patent pending lights a brighter night for a brighter life" the ominous smiling moon stared into the studio room. The smile was the last thing the Electrician saw before closing his eyes to sleep.

The King crept towards the God with its foul smelling liquids dribbling on the floor in a slow drip. Many of its family members perished under the cruel weight of it. The audience watched silently as the King planned to strike. Each of them, knew of the vengeance it held after the much smaller royalty died leaving only a sac.

None of the others stirred, only watching from the shadows. They dared not interfere, for fear of being devoured or crushed. One being worse than the other, much worse.

The Electrician soon began to scream, noise akin to a death rattle. His hand relaxed and the contents of the can were added to an already sticky mess.

The King stalked forward each leg in perfect motion with the last. Points quickly grasping and moving up the coarse fabric in which the God lounged in. It submitted at the crown. The King had many orifices to slide its hairy body in. In an unhurried way It began to descend onto the God's face. Each prickly leg covered a facial feature as It stretched its body wide. It leisurely brushed its feelers against open sores and already greasy spots. The God shuffled twisting its neck to face the left. The King darted back to safety on the top of the head and waited tensed. As the God began its screams the King relaunched its explorative efforts.

It found success in the large opening where the screams echoed out. The King wasted no time now slipping past dry cracked lips and yellowed teeth. It headed towards the darkness tunneling until unable to move and fangs shot out burrowing themselves deep into the tender flesh.

The Electrician startled with a cough and began choking. Sharp needles stuck in his tongue and he was unable to take a breath something painful lodged in his throat. His eyes flickered around toward a cause. His mind began to panic. He beat his chest trying to dislodge whatever it was. He tried to stick his thick fingers in his maw and found it useless. Whatever was lodged only pricked his fingers causing more pain. He gagged spittle gathering in the corners of his mouth. Nothing fit and he could not grab the object. He staggered forward arms already struggling to hold his weight. Unable to focus his bare foot tripped on empty beer cans. His knees fell to the floor cutting themselves on the pile of empty aluminum cans. His eyes teared up with the sharper pain. Nothing compared to the fire crawling through his throat. He fell sideways his thighs sticking to the adhesive liquid on the floor. Unable to breath his mouth gaped open and closed much like a fish. As his eyes rolled back, an unknown poison seared through his veins, rotting everything it touched. He clawed at his throat. Ragged nails clawed creating lines down the jaundiced skin. Eyes began bulging as the fight for life began dwindling. The thing within him did not budge except to send more needles into his soft meat. The Electrician fell hands still frozen in clawed positions directed over the Adam's apple.

As life seeped out of the God. The King unfurled itself. Its hard exoskeleton built to withstand the pressures of the small tight tunnel. It took time to shift around so that It could look back out to Its domain. Only a sliver of light shining through the yellowed bars. The King brought one leg forward ready to exit pausing to admire Its handiwork. The King stuck another and pressed Itself against Its moist cage. The God's mouth did not move. The King tried again suddenly desperate to release itself.

The audience crept forward watching needle-like legs trying to pry open the shut jaw. None moved to help as spindly appendages helplessly struggled. More instead moved to began nibbling at the small toes and fingers ignoring the reaching points and focusing on who would be the next King.