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Things have been so lonely lately for Aimsey at least until they meet Beep she would go days without talking to anyone, unless talking into thin air to fill the silence counted. It made Aimsey wonder if he hadn't gone mad in it, lost themselves to that aching loneliness and imagined Beep up to fill the hole left by Bear ignoring her. Once that first thought registered it hit Aimsey like a truck that sends you spiralling of a cliff and into a sea of absolute despair. What if they had imagined Beep? Really what would the impossible, amazing, frustrating, stupidly powerful Beep want with a person like Aimsey. Useless, forgettable Aimsey who can't even get her own best friend to talk to them.
The world became blurry, tears gathering in Aimsey's eyes. His head is spinning, then there was something against their back... the wall yes that was the wall. She slid down to the floor curled up into a fetal position. God, it feels like she is dying. The tears blurring the world fall and with them shuddering sobs start shaking Aimsey's small frame with the force of them. She feels like everything and nothing at once flying apart at the seems with nothing to grab onto to stop from free falling over the edge into oblivion. Their breathe hitched, then Aimsey was filled with the overwhelming NEED to see Beep right now.
He scrambled up the ladder in her treehouse (and huh that's where they are) to the chests desperately search for the nether quartz needed to summon Beep to them.
"Where did I put the damn things" The frustration at the quartz not being where she thought it was left leaked into his voice. Continuing the search only lead Aimsey to more distress, just breathe, breathe, breathe. Her head clears just enough to find the quartz and then they go sprinting towards Beep's house not bothering about how she may look if anyone sees them. Why would they care for what Aimsey was up to anyway. The quartz is gripped almost painfully in between his fists almost like it is a salvation.
The double spruce doors of Beep's house stood in front of Aimsey like an imposing and impossible task but she needs to know. Know is Beep even real or has a madness induced by loneliness grasped their mind and pulled it free from reality, conjuring him to keep Aimsey from choking on the feeling of being unwanted. Taking a few more deep breathes Aimsey feels psychically more grounded but emotionally she is still a hurricane of unresolved and confusing feelings.
Steeling themselves, for what she doesn't know. He pushes open the door looking frantically around the downstairs living room as if expecting Beep to be there already or that there will be some kind of sign that he is just a figment of her imagination written into the interior of the house. There isn't of course.
The table that Beep normally materialises on sits innocently as if Aimsey isn't on the verge of having a nervous breakdown and the fact that is her line of thinking about a table only solidifies that for themselves. Her face is blotchy and red from crying and they feel rubbed raw. The feeling of desperately trying to prove herself wrong is all consuming.
They put the nether quartz onto the table, one two, three piece and nothing... nothing. Hysterical laughter bubbles up Aimsey's throat, he had imagined Beep the only person who took a genuine interest in her past, who asked questions about Aimsey.
Suddenly the quartz starts floating, and for the entire five seconds it takes Beep to appear that quartz is Aimsey’s world.
“You have summoned me young one, wha…” Beep’s voice trailed off as he looked around and took in the state Aimsey was in. The tears where back falling from her eyes at a rapid pace, they flung themselves at Beep who was rather confused at the whole ordeal but caught him anyway. The sobbing came on full force, all that worry, anxiety and pain went flooding out of Aimsey into Beep's shoulder.
"There, there." Beep was awkwardly patting her back in some kind of semblance to a comfort. It made Aimsey snort in laughter. "Do you want to... talk about it?" The question was hesitant and it hit Aimsey that they were crying into the shoulder of a ghost that claims to have accidentally created the universe.
Laughing awkwardly Aimsey replied, "Sure, if you want to listen to my mortal problems. If not I'm going to go home and this never happened."
"I wouldn't offer if I didn't want to, believe it or not I'm not that much of a dick." Was Beep's response.
Aimsey took a deep breath pulling back from the odd hug they had found themselves in on the floor, wiping the tears from her eyes they got in a more comfortable position to talk to Beep while keeping the grounding physical contact he was providing.
The words just vomited out of Aimsey uncontrollably "I just I'm so alone Beep. I'm doubting my reality the only person I talk to regularly is you and you, you might not even be real. you know may- maybe I just have a really active imagination or I'm going crazy from being left out of everything." As this continued he got more and more hysterical but Beep just sat there listening letting Aimsey let go and have someone listen to her. "Bear won't talk to me about anything an- and I blink and there is some new person there. I'm never introduced to them properly I just... I thought I was Bear's best friend but who treats their best friend like that. It's clear now that I cared a lot more for Bear than he did about me." By the end of their ramble Aimsey's breathing was erratic and he was fairly out of it as a whole.
Beep pulled Aimsey up onto their feet, surprisingly strong but then he is a ghost so what does Aimsey know of the average strength of ghosts. Beep jumped onto Aimsey and started tickling her of all the things and said. "See, I am real silly." The tickling continued while Aimsey shrieked in laughter kicking their legs out, forgeting about all of her problems and pain at least in that moment.
It wasn't a long term solution they both knew that Aimsey would have to confront Bear with her feelings of being abandoned and the mess that came with eventually but for now all that mattered was escaping from Beep's tickling grasp and getting back at him in kind. All of that could come later, in this moment Aimsey was happy.