My Thoughts Taint Your Look

by S00TSPRlTE

Summary:

Pest and Poob aren’t known as friends. In fact, Pest despises Poob, Not even wanting to do anything with them. Something about them always being uncannily happy and annoying made him want to stray away, not having a single thought of befriending the noob.

But everything changed during a party…

( A.K.A Partybeetle AU where Poob is hypersexual and has shitty friends who take advantage of it. Mostly written as a huge vent book. )

Notes:

[ … ] means the character is thinking btw.

Chapter 1: Invitation

Summary:

Pest gets on the regretevator, needing to get some scraps for his new project.

What he didn't know is that something with him and Poob would change today, starting with an invitation...

Quiet. Cold. Dark. That’s how you would describe the subway. In the location lies a familiar insect, Pest. He was leaning down next to the subway’s vending machine, drinking some soda that he most likely stole. Usually he’d wait for the subway to arrive to get back to his den, but he had plans today. His new project needed a few parts in order to work, some of which were able to be found in a certain floor. As he drank away, he heard a familiar ding nearby, the sound from the infamous regretevator. he watched as some people got off, throwing his now empty can behind him as he went on the elevator. Not many people were in the elevator today, in which he didn’t care. Bive was on and on about ‘the eyes in the flowers’, and Wallter just stood there as he listened to her rambles. However, Pest would’ve like it if it was empty. Pest leaned back against a corner of the elevator, looking down and sorta kicking the air. His stop was supposed to be a few floors in, which while not as long as last time, would still take a bit of time. Pest closed his eyes, seeing that a little nap wouldn’t hurt. As the voices of everyone chatting started to fade out, Pest was beginning to fall asleep when-

“ Hai Pest! “

[ …くそ. ]

Pest opened his eyes, looking over to the direction of that familiar voice that was stepping in the elevator, a yellow noob with a huge smile, Poob. Out of everyone that would come and go, this particular one annoyed Pest the most. Something about the noob always being so loud, noisy, and uncannily happy irked him so much. Can someone actually act that way 24/7? “ What do you want? “ he asked with a hint of annoyance. “ Can't you see I was resting? “ “ Ough, sorry! “ Poob replied, covering their mouth. “ I saw you when I got on and just wanted to say hai! “ Pest rolled his eyes at the response, knowing damn well Poob would give him such a headache if they kept talking. So much so he was already thinking about how to steal anything that Poob had on them. “ ooo, you wanna know what I’m gonna do!? “ Poob exclaimed, getting too close for Pest’s liking. “ I’m gonna go to a party! It’s my birthday today and I wanna celebrate! “ “ 昨日誕生日じゃなかったっけバカ… “ Pest mumbled under his breath, trying to scoot back. [ How could anyone deal with such annoyance as them… ]

“ Oh! Pest! Y'know what’s a good idea!? “ Poob asked. “ I should invite you to one of the parties I’m going to this weekend! I promise you’ll love it! You’re such a good friend and I want you to see how cool they are! “ Pest listened to the offer, already ready to give his answer. “ No. How many times do I have to remind you? I am not interested in your parties. “ he scoffed, wishing now more than ever for one of their floors to come take any of the two away. “ pleaassee? All the parties I go to are so fun Pest! You’re missing out on how awesome they are! “ Pest was getting more annoyed, wanting Poob to go away. “ No. The final answer is no. Buzz off. “ Poob didn’t want to give up. They were known to be persistent, whatever they wanted they would get it. “ Please Pest? Just one time? I promise I won’t try to drag you to another one! Just one party! Please? “ “ … “ Pest didn’t respond, thinking about Poobs offer. There was no way he was going to give in…but…he just wanted them to buzz off. [ 私がこんなことをするなんて信じられません… ] He thought to himself, sighing as he looked over. “ …Give me the floor number and time. I’ll only go there once and that’s it. “

Poob was in shock for a minute, before giving out the loudest squeal that Pest had heard from the other. They quickly pulled out an invitation from their pocket, something that looked like it was specifically made for Pest. “ aww, Thank you thank you thank you thank YOU! Here’s your invitation! I can’t believe you’re actually going! “ Pest just gave a scoff, looking at the invitation before carelessly shoving it in his jacket pocket. "Remember, I’m only doing this for one time. Then you have to shut up about taking me to parties. “ Poob just nodded, Not really taking that info in as they were too excited on Pests agreement to go to the upcoming weekend party. Yeah they partied everyday, but the weekend parties were some of the best, and Pest going to one of them was like a dream come true, to Pest though, it was going to be a nightmare.

The two stood close to each other for a bit as Poob kept going about how much fun the party was going to be, until they heard the elevator doors open. It revealed a night sky with a house far away that was blasting faint sounds of party music. “ oh, that’s my cue! “ Poob exclaimed as They started to head out. “ ついに. “ Pest said to himself. Poob gave him a wave as they ran off to the house far away, something that pest didn’t give back. Finally, he didn’t have to be annoyed by that noob. He had peace, well, if you didn’t count on Bive still ranting about her delusions. His floor was almost coming to pick him up, so at least he didn’t have to wait longer. Wallter looked over at Pest when the conversation was over, hearing the entire thing. “ You finally gave in to that fellow hm? “ he asked. “ Only one time, then that’s it. “ he responded. “ Right, Right. I’m sure it’ll be a great time for the both of you. “ Wallter chuckled to himself, Pest meanwhile just wanted to get off. “ Just a word of advice, you can always find a place to rest if it drains you. The parties Poob goes to are always so…Interesting. Even a one time experience can change your views on the fellow. “ Pest just listened, not wanting to engage any further. “ Whatever. “ he responded, hearing the door ding again. It opened to reveal a sort of storage room, the room pest wanted to go. Without a word, he hopped off the elevator, swiftly going ahead to do his task. He managed to think back on Wallter’s advice, the last few words repeating in his head. [ たった一度の経験でも見方が変わる…そんなこともあり得るのではないかと. ] He thought to himself, still scavenging in silence.

Guess he’ll have to see for himself that weekend.

Chapter 2: Party

Summary:

( SMUT CHAPTER )

Pest goes to the party Poob invites him to, eventually gaining little interest with the event.

He didn't know that tonight would be the night he wouldnt forget between him and Poob.

Notes:

Listen to this playlist and sit in the dark if you want to know how it looks like for Poob and Pest while they fuck: https://youtu.be/zn67tAr1T9Y?si=dJnK7C9w0JxPX_O_

Saturday. The day Pest dreaded the most. He was back on the regretevator, holding onto the now crumpled up invitation Poob gave him a few days back. Nothing made him pissed off more than parties. The way they were loud and with people trying to interact with eachother was hell, he just wanted to go back to his den. But alas, he had a promise to do. If he wanted Poob to stop bothering him about the parties, he needed to go to just one of them. He thought back on what Wallter said a few days back, on trying to find a place to rest if he need to reenergize. He could do that, but for the remainder of the party. Otherwise, he could also just steal anything that the other party people have on them. The elevator was a full as it was the last time he hopped on, this time it was Pillby shyly standing in the corner as split tried telling them a few jokes to cheer them up. The sound of the elevator door dinging filled the space, the doors soon opening to reveal the night sky with a house in the far distance. “ well, I can’t back down now. “ Pest said to himself, leaving the elevator without a word to the two who stayed back. The house was filled with all sorts of lights and loud music, already giving a hint of what it’ll be on the inside. Pest stopped at the door, giving him time to mentally prepare himself for the rest of the night. With a sigh, he entered the house. His eyes immediately spotted Poob, who noticed him almost immediately and came up to him, waving as they squealed with excitement.

“ oh my GOSH! Hai Pest! Haiiii! “ Poob exclaimed. Pest just gave a dismissive wave, looking at his surroundings. Some people were dancing, others were chatting with eachother as they drank some soda. The music was already getting to his nerves, coming from a boombox that was blasting generic pop music. “ I’m so glad you came! I almost thought you got lost or wouldn’t show up! “ Poob said, looking at Pest with a smile. “ 代わりにそうなればよかったのに. “ Pest said to himself. Poob spent some time with Pest, talking to him about activities that they could do and just trying to have a conversation with him in general. All of his yapping just came and went out of Pest’s ears, either actively ignoring Poob or sneakily stealing random peoples wallets. If there was an upside, it was that people were more vulnerable to getting robbed. As he snatched another wallet, he looked around to see where Poob had gone. He spotted Poob far away now, being surrounded by a group of people as they all talked to eachother. Perfect. Now that he was distracted, Pest looked to see where the nearest bathroom was. If he could just stay there the entire night until the party was over, he wouldn’t have to be as bothered as he thought he’d be. Besides, he had wallets to rummage through and collect the money and valuables out of. He spotted a door in the dark, quietly heading over there to see if it was the bathroom. As expected, opening the door revealed a generic bathroom that someone would have, going inside and closing the door. The muffled sounds of the party and how dark it was finally gave Pest a sense of relief. Finally, he was alone.

Pest started to empty his pockets, looking at all the wallets that came out. one by one, he counted the coins that were in them, some having a few and others being a jackpot. He was so focused with the money, he didn’t get out of his trance until he heard someone walking over to the bathroom. “ ...shit. “ pest realized to himself. He did close the door, but he forgot to lock it. It was too late to go back and lock it, so he did the second best thing. Shoving the wallets in one corner, Pest hid in a small corner of the bathroom, the only thing he hoped now is that whoever was coming in didn’t turn on the light and spotted the insect. He looked over to see who was coming in and…oh. It was Poob. Great. It just had to be them. Poob closed the door, this time locking it. Oddly though, they didn’t turn on the light. Pest looked over to see what Poob was doing, staying silent so they didn’t spot him. He could see their figure in the dark, digging something out of their pocket before putting whatever it was in their mouth. Whatever it was, Poob probably only went to do that specific task, which gave Pest relief that they were going to do anything else. He waited for Poob to leave at any moment…until Poob looked up at the mirror. “ Oh, Hai Pest! No wonder I couldn’t find you! I thought you left the party! “ Poob exclaimed. Pest was surprised to see that Poob somehow managed to spot him in the dark of all things, but now that just made things more of a problem. “ …How did you see me? “ He asked. “ Your eyes silly! I thought there was a weird light in the mirror, but then I figured out what I was seeing! “ Poob exclaimed. Pest just groaned, now having to deal with Poob. “ Cmon Pest, you can’t just hide in the bathroom! The party is getting boring without you! “ Pest was getting more frustrated with Poob, just wanting them to quiet down more than ever. “ Please Pest, Just tell me what I can do so you can come out! “ Pest just listened to Poob, going up to them. in a flash, they pinned Poob to the wall, looking straight into their eyes. His ability to see great in the dark let him see Poob’s face, frozen as they looked up to him. “ I want you to shut the fuck up. “

He thought that would work, and it did. Poob didn’t speak for a hot minute, looking up at him with…a reddish face? “ …本気でこれに興奮してるの? “ he asked with a disgusted tone. Poob didn’t say a thing, slowly nodding as they trembled under the insect. “ …ugh, what are you, a slut? “ Pest said in a degrading manner, that only backfired, as Poob got more flustered by his words. This was seriously disgusting to see in Pest’s eyes…but, he did want Poob to shut up. He roughly grabbed onto Poob’s cheek, looking into his eyes. “ You said you’d do anything for me, right? “ Pest asked. “ Y-Yeah! Anything! “ Poob exclaimed. “ well then… “ Pest said. “ Get on your knees and suck my cock, whore. “ immediately, Poob Obeyed, getting down and unzipping Pest’s pants. Pest looked down at Poob, almost baffled that Poob was willing to do something like this. Poob managed to pull his pants and boxers down, trying to get a good look at his dick in the darkness. It was still a bit flaccid, but damn did it look big. Not the biggest Poob’s seen, but still big regardless. They spat on their hand before gently holding a grip on Pest’s dick, stroking it off first to get it hard and ready. Pest looked down at Poob, softly groaning at how good it felt. How was Poob so good at this? Poob stroked him for a good while, teasing him with every stroke. Before Pest could complain about it, Poob stopped, putting this now erect cock into their mouth. They bobbed their head up and down, softly moaning under their breath. The feeling was so euphoric, making Pest almost forget that they were having sex near a bunch of party animals. “ ugh…あなたはなんてクソ売春婦なの. “ Pest spat out, looking down at Poob. For them. It was hard to see in the pitch dark besides the light that managed to get in the cracks of the door, but Pest could clearly see how desperate Poob was getting for his release in the dark. he was getting so impatient, getting an idea in his head. Grabbing on Poob’s head, Pest started to face fuck Poob, not even giving them a heads up. Poob didn’t object or give any sign of discomfort, their muffled moans getting louder as their mouth was used like a fucktoy. Pest could feel himself getting close, pulling out as his cock throbbed for release. Poob coughed as soon as it was out of his mouth, looking up at his dark figure. “ W-why’d you stop? “ they asked. “ I have better plans. “ Pest said, picking up Poob and placing him on top of the bathroom sink.

Poob’s mind was starting to get cloudy with thoughts of what Pest would do next. Pest gave a smirk as he started to pull Poob’s pants off, followed by their underwear. He placed his hand on their crotch, making Poob give a small squeak. Their cunt was wet, asking to be given attention to. “ you’re so wet. What a fucking whore. “ he said, beginning to rub his fingers against their clit. Poob softly moaned, moving their hips out of instinct. Pest stopped for a minute, getting down to pick something up from the floor. “ How many times do I have to tell you to shut up, idiot. “ he said, getting up with Poob’s underwear in hand. With no struggle, he managed to gag Poob with their own garments in such a degrading manner. “ there, now you can actually be quiet for once. “ he said, going back to rubbing Poob’s clit like earlier. Poob’s moans and whines were muffled by the gag. Their whines getting more louder just turned him on even more, keeping up the pace as he used another finger to fuck them with. Pest wasn’t usually the type to have some sort of sex drive, but something about degrading Poob and making him quiet for once made something in him click. He pulled out of Poob, leaving them on the edge as they kept whining for release. “ be patient idiot, I can’t just fuck you unprotected. “ he muttered, going to where he shoved the wallets in. He searched for a specific one in the darkness, until he pulled one out and searched. He pulled out a condom from it, putting it on as he went back to the noob. Pest rubbed the side of Poob’s cheek, feeling the pleasured tears that dried on their skin as they gave out small noises to beg for his cock.

“ これを楽しんでいるあなたは本当にひどいです. “ He muttered, rubbing his hard dick against Poob’s cunt. “ I’m going in slow, but once you’re used it it I’m going to fuck you with no mercy. pinch me if it gets too much. “ Pest said. Sure, Poob was so annoying and nerve wrecking, but he wasn’t going to be responsible for accidentally hurting Poob too much. As soon as he slid in, Poob squirmed and cried out from the penetration, feeling so full once it was fully in. Pest stood there for a good while, letting Poob get used to his cock. Eventually, Poob shuffled a bit, trying to signal the green light to move at Pest. Pest got the memo and started to move, thrusting in and out as his groans started to get more audible. Their cunt was so tight and wet, as if it was squeezing his cock for cum. Poob grabbed onto Pest’s arms, his muffled voice making Pest go crazy. Poob was his bitch at the very moment, and he was going to make him know it. As his thrusts got faster, he leaned down onto Poob’s neck. He bit down on them, causing them to cry out in pleasure. His mandibles broke their skin, letting him have a bitter taste of their blood that leaked out. If Poob was still able to think, they would lose that ability now as Pest bit them in more areas. Their mind was solely focused on Pest’s cock fucking their cunt like if it was just some toy. They were on the edge, and Pest knew that. The beat of the music blasting only made their fucking more hot, making Pest fuck Poob to its fast paced tempo. His thrusts got more desperate, fucking Poob with no mercy as they whined and moaned for released. After what seemed to feel like hours and hours, Pest’s thrusts got more sloppy. With a few final thrusts, he came inside of Poob, the condom preventing it from breeding them. Poob’s muffled moan’s became loud and audible, cumming on his dick. The two panted from their orgasm highs, holding each other for support. Pest pulled out with a snicker, looking back at Poob. “ That should make you shut up for a good while, whore. “ he said, looking down at Poob. Poob looked up at Pest with tired lustful eyes, before soon closing their eyes and passing out from the pleasure.

Pest took the condom off and cleaned their messes up, putting his boxers and pants back on when he was done. He gave a hum as he went to unlock the door when…he stopped. He looked back at Poob, seeing how they were still passed out on the sink. He could just leave them there…but something in him wouldn’t let him do that. After a bit of thinking, he gave a sigh as he searched for Poob’s wallet, grabbing it and looking to see if it contained info on where they lived. He took off his jacket, putting it on Poob to help them cover up as he put all of their now dirty clothes in a pile. He unlocked the door and opened it just slightly, before picking up Poob and taking him out. Nobody seemed to really notice the two leaving the party, giving Pest a sigh of relief. As they headed out, Pest noticed that the regretevator was there, as if it was waiting for the two. Not like he’d complain though, waiting for the elevator to come get them was the last thing he wanted. He dragged Poob in, putting them down as the doors closed. He had a ticket on him, in which he used to get to the floor Poob came from. Last thing he needed was to wait for the elevator to get to that floor for a long while. Not like he was going to do this because he 100% cared for them, he was already grabbing the coins from Poob’s wallet and thinking about rumaging their place.

At least Poob was ensured to be safe tonight.

Notes:

I crave for the day my hypersexual thoughts let me rest.

Chapter 3: Breakfast

Summary:

After Pest wakes up next to Poob, he quickly regains memory of what happened that night.

Maybe some breakfast would help with that embarrassing time.

( if you want a funnier summery of this chapter, this is what basically happens: ,https://youtu.be/ZDiltBbhnYI?si=bon9eG5fw5kNhMqf )

Notes:

I started crying midway through writing the next two chapters.

The lights of the morning sun made Pest wake up, stretching as he was still tired. The first thing he noticed was that he was more cold than usual…because his jacket was gone. The second was that he noticed that he was not in his bed, or in his den in general. That’s when he saw them. Poob. Sleeping right next to him with his jacket on. The memories of what happened last night started to flood in his head, making him blush lightly as he got up. Did they really do that? During a party of all places? He didn’t want to think about it. His original plan was to leave Poob off in his house, but he got tired and didn’t want to drag himself to the elevator again to get home. Instead, he just went to sleep with Poob, something that was now embarrassing Pest. He debated on grabbing his jacket back, but seeing how it was one of the only things they were wearing at the moment, he decided not to do it. He could just grab it when they wake up later on.

Pest walked out of Poob’s room, giving himself a little tour of their place. He didn’t give it much notice last night, as if he even cared. As he looked around, he spotted a fridge and pantry. Pest decided to rummage through the pantry, finding some pancake mix. Even if Poob wouldn’t want him to eat their food, he didn’t give two shits. He was hungry and felt like making something. Well, for himself anyways. Besides, it’ll give him something to do while he waits for Poob to wake up. There was no way he was leaving without his jacket. He grabbed the necessary ingredients for the pancakes, getting out a bowl and mixer to mix all the ingredients in. As he put everyone in and started to mix, he thought about Wallter’s words.

[ Even a one time experience can change your views on them. ]

Well, he was right. He would’ve never guessed Poob was someone to be that kinky and horny. He questioned whether that was just something Poob did for one night, or was a normal occurrence for themselves when partying. He searched through their utensils, finding a skillet, and putting it on the stove to let it heat up. It gave him time to look around the place, seeing as there was nothing else to keep him entertained. Poob lived in a small apartment, one that was pretty comforting with its shades of blue. The only thing that ruined the aesthetic was that it was decorated with all sorts of party supplies, like if Poob was going to have a birthday party. Did they seriously always think about parties? Their place seemed to be pretty high up too, judging by a nearby window that Pest peered through. He noticed that Poob had a TV, with a book of some kind next to it. Looking up close, he noticed it was a diary, decorated with party themed stickers. His curiosity wanted to look at the contents inside, but he remembered he had a skillet to take care of. He’ll probably look through it while Poob isn’t looking. As time passed, Pest made himself a stack of pancakes, putting them on the dining table and taking a bite. As expected,they were as good as Pest can do. So much so, he didn’t notice Poob taking a seat right next to him.

“ Hai Pest! I didn’t know that you stayed! “ Poob said with excitement. Pest looked up at Poob’s direction, seeing that they were now wearing a similar outfit from their usual look. Well, besides their own jacket, in which they were just wearing a tank top. “ …where’s my jacket? “ Pest asked. “ Oh! Uhm, I put it in the washer so you can get it back all clean and tidy! I just thought it was the best thing to do, I wouldn’t have done that if I knew you were still here! '' Poob explained. “ 素晴らしい. 今、私は本当にここにもっと長く留まらなければなりません. “ Pest muttered to himself. “ Ooo, you made breakfast? “ Poob said, looking at the stack of pancakes that Pest made. “ only for myself. Make something on your own. “ Pest replied, trying to quietly eat ‘his’ food. “ aww, ok. “ Poob replied. "Oh! By the way, how did you know where I lived? I was really surprised when I woke up in my bed! “ Poob exclaimed. “ …I asked someone in the party about it, that’s all. “ Pest replied, still eating his breakfast. “ Oh, ok! Anyways, thanks for taking me back home! Usually when I’m at parties I end up staying the night over, but it was nice that you brought me to my apartment! I probably wouldn’t have made it back, especially after last night- “ Poob was immediately interrupted by Pest quickly sliding the pancakes in their direction, handing them a fork. “ Here. Eat. “ Pest said. “ …ok! “ Poob said, not questioning Pest’s actions as they started chowing down. “ mmm, this is really good! You’re like, really good at cooking! “ Poob said, their mouth still stuffed with the chewed up pancakes. '' don't mention it. And keep your mouth closed, didn’t you learn that talking with your mouth full is disrespectful? “ Pest said. Poob just nodded in agreement, eating the pancakes with a smile. Pest didn’t want to do that, in fact he was regretting it just now. He was still hungry and they were so good. But Poob attempting to mention what happened last night made him freak out a little. He still didn’t want to fully admit he basically hate fucked someone he despised, especially at a bathroom of all places. Was Poob not ashamed as well?

“ so uh, what are you doin today? “ Poob asked, giving the courtesy of talking after they swallowed their food “ it’s none of your business. “ Pest said, putting his feet up on the table. He actually didn’t know what to do that day. Usually on a Sunday he’d just sleep in his den or fuck around with a new mechanical project. “ Oh, well Infected is coming over today! We’re going to plan parties and play games together! “ Poob said, finishing up on Pest’s pancakes. “ あなたのパーティー志向の性格は私をイライラさせます. “ Pest muttered. “ So, when is your friend coming over? “ He asked, looking at the noob. “ Uhm…I don’t know. What time is it? “ Poob asked. Pest got out his phone, looking at the time. “ …9:27 A.M. Why do you ask? “ “ Oh! Because he should be- “

Ding

“ …here now! “

Pest looked over, hearing the faint sound of the regretevator and someone’s footsteps. A brunette skater entered, waving as they sniffled for a bit. “ wazzup Poob! “ Infected said, plopping down on Poob’s couch. He managed to lay down in a way so he could say the two, despite the position making his back pain feel worse. “ Hai Infected! “ Poob exclaimed, waving back at infected. “ wooahhh, hey there beetle dude. “ infected said, giving another wave to Pest. Pest just gave a small wave, dismissing the skater immediately. “ Heard the two of you were hanging out at a party, that’s radical. “ Infected said, having a small sneezing fit for a bit. “ Yeah! It was amazing! Wasn’t it fun Pest? “ Poob asked, looking at Pest. “ …It was mediocre. “ Pest said, dismissing the question. “ heh, we’ll the two of you look like it was fun…actually, You don’t look so good yourself, Poob. “ Infected said, only being particularly interrupted by the sniffles of his sickness. Pest was confused for a second, looking at Poob to see what he meant.

Oh yeah

The bite marks.

“ …私は行かなければならない. “

Pest got up, quickly shuffling off. “ Aw, leaving so soon, Pest? What about your jacket? “ Poob asked. "Keep it. Give it back to me whenever you can. “ Pest said, not even saying a goodbye or even giving a glance at the two as he went off to try to catch the elevator before it left. Luckily, he nearly missed it. He was NOT going to stay after Infected pointed out what he did to Poob the night before. Poob and Infected were left alone together, not wanting to question his sudden leave. “ …so uh. You wanna get started with the party planning? “ Poob asked. “ mmm, no thanks, I just wanna hang out for the day. “ Infected said, getting into a more comfortable position. “ aww, ok! “ Poob said.

They can still do some party planning later.

Notes:

After this chapter most of the chapters are 2-3k words long so dont worry.

Chapter 4: Thoughts

Summary:

A few weeks after that party, Pest gets invited to another party by Poob. He reluctantly agrees, seeing how it would be between them.

But as Poob leaves, they realize they've started to have unwanted thoughts about the beetle...

Notes:

I need to sleep.

A few weeks have passed since Pest went to his first and only party. Things seemed to get more awkward between him and Poob, something that the regular regretevator users were noticing. Instead of usually pushing off Poob, Pest didn’t respond much to Poob bothering him besides a yes and no. And meanwhile, Poob was trying to strike up more conversations with Pest, only to give up and stay quiet. On one of those days, Pest was alone on the elevator with Wallter, the two standing across each other waiting for their stops. Now that they were alone, Wallter decided to strike up a conversation with the beetle. “ So, I’m guessing that party Poob invited you to went well? '' Wallter asked. Pest just replied with an annoyed chirp, giving him a side eye. “ If you can even call it well with how they act. '' Pest said. “ Well, I’m sure it was fun. Or not. As I said, you could've hid somewhere if they really did give you a fuss. “ Wallter said. Pest was about to just ignore Wallter, but a question soon popped up in his head. “ …didn’t you say their parties were ‘interesting’? What did you mean by that? '' Pest said. “ Oh. Well, I got invited to go to one with Poob back when Mark and I went our separate ways. Such a fun party, it helped me get my mind off of my stress for a bit. “ Wallter said, reminiscing the memory. “ …and? “ Pest said. “ …Well, a few hours into the party Poob went a little…’rowdy’ with some of their friends. '' Wallter said, “ Of course, I don’t judge whatever they feel comfortable doing. But I wasn’t in the mood to stay for that sort of activity so I went home early. Hopefully they were protected and safe. “ Wallter said. [ うーん、私は彼がセックスしたと言うのをちょっと期待していました. ] Pest thought to himself. “ Anyways, do you plan on going to another one? Maybe the party wasn’t as bad as you thought it’ll be. '' Wallter asked. “ … “ Pest didn’t respond. He would say no but…something about Poob from that night still bugged him. Why did thoughts have to be so complicated?

The familiar ding sound was heard, the doors opening to reveal the shop space. This was Pest’s stop. He didn’t wave back at Wallter as he stepped off, heading over to the aisles. For a store that small, there were a lot of things in stock. He only really came to get some snacks, nothing more. Enphoso gave their usual greeting, reminding him not to steal or else. He didn’t really give mind to them, but noticed that someone was already in the store as well, Poob. “ …ああ、さあ. “ Pest grumbled to himself. Poob didn’t seem to notice him, looking at some items in the medication section. Probably the best scenario for Pest, as he went to go see what snacks were in stock. He grabbed his favorite drink and some chips, going up to enphoso and (grudgingly) paying for the items. He was about to leave with his items, feeling relief that he wasn’t bothered when-

“ Oh! Hai Pest! “

…great.

Pest looked back at Poob, now having to be bothered by the noob. He just gave a small wave, not wanting to have a conversation with the other. “ What are you doin here? “ Poob asked. “ …it’s none of your business. “ Pest said, shuffling a bit so they can leave. “ Aw, ok! I just came to get some things for tonight! “ Poob said excitedly. “ …let me guess, for another party? “ Pest said. “ Mhm! You guessed it right! “ Poob said. “ 自分が正しいと分かっていた、だって君が気にしているのはパーティーのことだけだから.“ Pest muttered. “ Speaking of parties! Guess what? “ Poob said. “ …No. I’m not going to another one. I only went to one just so you can stop bothering me about it. “ Pest said, wanting to leave more than ever. “ Well…You’re right about that one. “ Poob said. “ But! What if instead of going to a party at someone else’s house, it’s in my apartment! You’ve already been there so why not go? “ Pest just stayed quiet, thinking about it. “ …There’s too many people at parties, I would rather not go. “ He responded. “ Ok but, what if, there’s less or even nobody there! That way it’s just us partying together! “ Poob said. “ …they are never going to leave me alone about parties are they. “ Pest said to himself. “ …Fine, You win. I’ll go. But don’t make the party as overstimulating, it’ll make my head hurt. “ Poob immediately squealed, jumping up and down as Pest accepted the proposal. “ OK OK OK! I swear it’s going to be fun! Even better than the last time too! “ Pest just rolled his eyes, already regretting it. “ So when is this…party? “ he asked. “ Well, I have to go to alot of parties this week, so about the weekend again? “ They said. “ …Ok. “ Pest said. Not like he had anything to do on the weekend, Besides his usual. “ Oh hey! We should get eachothers numbers! That way it’ll be easier to talk to eachother and I can remind you about the party! “ Poob said. “ …as long as you don’t start spamming me with texts. “ Pest said, not feeling like that would be a good idea. “ I promise! Unless you get lost! Then maybe! “ Poob said, getting out some pen and paper and giving it to Pest. Pest silently wrote his number in the paper, giving it back to Poob. Poob the same thing, giggling as they received Pest’s number. “ Oh this is going to be fun! I have so many ideas for the party! You’re going to love it! “ Poob said.

The doors of the elevator opened, in which the both of them stepped on. Pest was hoping Poob would stay behind, but oh well. Bive was on the elevator, rambling to herself. The two looked at each other in silent agreement to just let her do her thing, standing next to each other in silence. It didn’t take long for Pest’s stop to appear, stepping out without giving the two a goodbye. He still had to wait for the subway to pick him up, so it was going to be a little while until he got back to his den. Poob had given Pest a wave, being a little saddened that he didn’t wave back. Oh well, at least they had his number. They typed it in their contacts as Bive still went on and on about her rambles. They were so happy that Pest would want to hang out with them again. Out of everyone, Pest was someone they liked a lot. He probably didn’t even see them as a friend, but who cares. He was so cool, so awesome, and was something else during that party. The way he was so rough, but touched them with such care. The way he inflicted pain and pleasure at the same time drove them crazy. It was just so good how his cock felt inside of-

…Poob dropped their phone, realizing what was going on.

Oh no.

This was what they were dreading. There was no way. Nobody but the people who they partied with on the regular knew about their…issues. They had a huge problem with unwanted sexual thoughts, and this…this was a nightmare. Those thoughts weren’t even bothering them today, why now? They realized Bive had stopped rambling, looking at them with confusion. “ …ah! Sorry for the noise! I got clumsy there, ha! “ they said, picking up their phone with a sigh of relief that it wasn’t broken. However, Their phone wasn’t the main priority of their worries…it was how their thoughts on Pest were getting. Their face was flustered with all sorts of sexual thoughts about him. They tried to shake it off, but they wouldn’t go away. Why are they thinking of such lewd thoughts on him? Why now? It felt so gross, disgusting, and filled them with guilt. This wasn’t what they should be thinking about him. This was gross and uncalled for. They just wanted it to stop.

Hopefully the party tonight can distract them.

Notes:

The next chapter will contain some heavy topics and a vent, be warned.

Chapter 5: Distraction

Summary:

( SMUT CHAPTER! )

Later that day, Poob goes to a party in order to have a distraction.

They're lucky to have friends who can help with that.

Notes:

TW: This contains self harm and pressuring someone to have sex. Be warned.

Please remember that you can turn down a sexual offer. It's never ok to pressure anyone to do something sexual. If you dont want to do it, you dont have to do it. Anyone who ignores your boundaries deserves to get hit with bricks.

Later that day, Poob was back in the elevator. It had been hours since their hypersexuality got the best of them, and it still persisted. They were thinking about just staying at home and deal with it, but what could they even do? It’ll probably just make the problem worse. Partying should help them, it always does. The loud music and crowds was what they needed more than ever. Luckily, Infected was in the elevator as well, someone that they could talk to while waiting for the floor they were heading to appear. “ so anyways, You think you can hang out like this Saturday? We can go get some energy drinks and just crash at my place. I found a game that seems like it’ll be your thing. “ Infected said. "Mmm, sorry, I already have plans for that day. “ Poob answered, swinging back and forth. “ Darn…wait, what are you even doin? '' Infected asked, now curious about what Poob meant. “ Remember Pest from a while ago? He’s coming over to my apartment that day for a party! Just the two of us! '' They exclaimed. “ Oh, the beetle dude? That’s awesome sauce! Infected said. “ Yeah! I can’t wait for the weekend! It’s going to be awesome! “ Poob exclaimed. “ you got some ideas of what you’re gonna do bro? “ Infected asked. “ Nah, but don’t worry! This party tonight is going to give me some inspired! “ Poob said with confidence. The ding sound interrupted the conversation as the doors opened, revealing the same night sky and house with blasting music. '' Well, this is my stop! See ya bestie! “ Poob said as they hopped off, running off to the house in the far distance. “ See ya dude! “ Infected said, seeing them run off.

[ stay safe though… ]

The party was going great as expected. Poob was partying and having their fun, talking with everyone and socializing. Damn did they not regret coming over, the party was putting their mind at ease. However, a party animal always eventually get tired out from the fun. They sat somewhere with some soda on hand, smiling as they enjoyed the music. Someone soon sat besides them, someone that Poob knew as a friend. “ Hey there Poob! How’s it goin? “ they asked. “ Hai! The party’s going great! I’m having so much fun! “ Poob said with a smile. “ that’s great! Glad you’re having fun dude. “ they said, sipping some soda from their own cup. “ haha, yeah…I really needed this from earlier today. “ Poob said, taking another sip of their drink. "Hm, what’s up? “ they asked. “ Well…Do you remember the guy I brought here to party with? “ Poob asked. “ That beetle guy? Oh yeah, I remember him. “ they said. Poob’s hand got a little shaky, not really wanting to admit what happened. “ …My…My thoughts got to him. I don’t know why or how but…I felt gross when I realized what was going on. “ Poob Said, their mood now dipping below. “ He’s just…he’s a cool guy! But that was the last thing I needed! I feel like a pervert… “ “ …Well hey, your pals are here to support you! Don’t feel bad about it. “ They said, giving Poob a smile. “ Yknow…We can help you right now like last time. I think it’ll help with your current problem. “ they said. Poob’s face got a bit dark, knowing what their friend meant. “ woah hey! I just…I don’t think I wanna resort to that this time. I just want to party tonight. “ They said nervously. “ Dude, every time we do it you always say it’s a big help, so why not do it again? . “ They said, rubbing Poob’s thigh with a smirk. “ Look, how about this? We’ll end the party early so that way it’s just you and your pals. We’ll be more gentle than last time, promise! “ . Poob thought about it for a minute, before sighing. “ Ok! Just give me some time to prepare. “ they said with a smile. “ Cool. I’ll tell the others you’re up for it. Catch ya in a bit. “ they said, getting up and heading off to a group. Poob got up as well, looking for the nearest bathroom.

Entering the dark bathroom, Poob gave out a sigh, reflecting on what was going to happen soon. They could hear one of their friends announcing that the party was going to end early, knowing that it wasn’t worth backing down now. They pulled out something from their pocket, a bottle of aphrodisiacs. Despite their frequent sexual fantasies affecting their daily life, they didn’t usually have a high libido. well, a libido high enough for them to want sex from others. That changed as soon as they came out about their issue with their friends. They suggested they just give in to the thoughts, and soon enough they were having casual sex with them almost every time they partied with them. The aphrodisiacs at least helped them enjoy it as much as they all did. They popped one in their mouth, putting the bottle back in their pocket as they thought about their friends. Did their friends actually love them? Or did they love the fact that they were always willing to get railed by them? …They shouldn’t think about it. They were helping them, of course they loved them. But at the same time, they just didn’t have the energy to give into their sexual fantasies. Hell, maybe what they were doing wasn’t even a good idea. Poob stepped out of the bathroom, keeping the happy personality on them. The music and lights were still blasting as if the party was still going. Their friends were stranding around together, giving Poob a wave as they all noticed them approaching them. “ Hey Poob! “ One of them greeted as they waved at Poob. Poob just waved at them, nervous about what’s to come. Another friend seemed to notice the worried look on Poob, giving them a small chuckle. “ Hey, don’t worry dude! It’s just us this time. You trust us right? “ They asked. Poob stayed silent for a bit before giving them a nod. “ Mhm! I’m ready when you guys are! “ they said, smiling as their friends approached them.

Everyone surrounded the noob, grabbing hold of them and groping them on all parts of their body. Poob softly whimpered from all the hands touching them, shivering from the attention. They let everyone do whatever they wanted, not even budging when they started to remove their clothing. They softly gasped as one of their friends started to rub their clit, looking down as their face got hotter. Soon, they were lowered to their knees, hearing everyone unbuckle their pants and letting their dicks come out. “ heh, you know the drill Poob. “ one of their friends said, placing Poob’s hand on their dick. Poob gave an obedient nod, spitting on both of their hands as they started to stroke any cock that was in reach. It was so humiliating, but so hot at the same time. “ Let me use that pretty mouth of yours.~ “ someone said, slightly grabbing hold of Poob’s hat and shoving their girthy dick in Poob’s mouth. Some muffled small moans escaped out of their mouth, eagerly sucking their dick as they kept stroking their other friends. They looked up in a submissive way, not objecting to the current treatment they were getting. This will help. This can help. Who said it was bad to cope by making you and your friends feel pleasured. The aphrodisiac seemed to be taking effect, letting Poob at least enjoy what was being done to them. Everyone was taking their sweet time with Poob, letting them stroke them. One by one their friends took turns getting a blowjob from the noob, either letting them bob their head or straight up face fucking them. Poob could feel themselves getting wet, focusing on trying to make someone cum. God, the taste of semen was what they craved the most at the moment.

As the tension grew stronger, everyone backed off from Poob, letting them cough and breathe for a minute. Poob held themselves up with their arms, heavily panting from being used like a toy. “ Ah, we’re not done yet Poob. We’re just getting started.~ '' someone said, kneeling down in front of Poob. Poob looked at them with lustful eyes as they pulled out a long piece of fabric, blindfolding them with it. They were then positioned on the floor as their legs were spread open, not even able to see who was doing it. They could feel 2 of their friends on each side of them grab their hand, guiding them to their cocks so they could continue stroking them. They didn’t know what was going to happen to them, until they loudly squeaked from the feeling of a vibrator against their clit. “ Shh, Don’t be loud dude. Just relax. “ Their friend said. Poob nodded, trembling from the vibrator against their sensitive parts. They tried putting their focus on the dicks they were stroking, keeping up with the rhythm of the music blasting as loud as ever. One of their friends turned Poob’s head around, putting their dick back into their mouth. They eagerly sucked whoever’s dick it was, moaning as the vibrator started to get stronger. They twitched as they felt their stomach knot in such a way, on the brink of orgasm. That’s when the vibrator was removed, making them whine while a cock was still in their mouth. “ Remember dude, you can’t cum until we all do. “ one of their friends said, rubbing the side of Poob’s thigh. Their other friend pulled their dick out of Poob’s mouth, letting them breathe for a minute before the other friend they were stroking off guided their mouth to their dick. Poob whined for their pussy to get attention again, trying to beg for more.

One of their friends started to grind their dick against their cunt, making Poob tremble again. Their tried to buck their hips forward while taking care of their friends dicks, wanting to be penetrated. “ Hey now, be patient Poob. You’re still going to be rewarded.~ “ They said, positioning themselves. Loud muffled moans came out of Poob as they felt their friends cock slide in. God did it feel so good, they could just cum from the feeling alone. “ Fuck, your so tight. I can’t wait to bury my cum inside of you. “ they said, thrusting in and out. Poob couldn’t respond, their mouth still stuffed with cock. Their friend could feel themselves getting close, pulling their dick out of Poob’s mouth. “ Do you want me to cum in your mouth? “ they asked. “ Y-Yes! Please! “ Poob exclaimed, their sentence getting interrupted by their own moans. “ Hm, You’re going to have to convince me more.~ “ They said, making Poob whine from the response. “ Please! Please cum in my mouth! Please! I’ll do whatever you guys want, please! “ They yelled, feeling their other friend thrust in them faster. Their friend didn’t respond, shoving their cock back into their mouth. Poob’s head was grabbed, being face fucked once again. A loud groan was soon heard from their friend, cumming inside of Poob’s mouth. They tried swallowing whatever came out, coughing as soon as they were let go. They were left to moan as freely as they want until their other friend grabbed hold of their head and made them suck their dick once again. Their mind felt like it was melting from the treatment. They moaned loudly as their friend grabbed the vibrator again and placed it back on their clit, crying out from how overstimulating it was getting. The cock in their mouth, another cock fucking them, and the sensation f the vibrator was getting too much. “ Fuck…Fuck!~ “ their friend groaned, their moments getting more rougher. With no warning, they came inside of Poob, making them twitch and cum. Their muffled cries were heard, feeling their other friend cumming in their mouth. They couldn’t say anything as the both pulled out, coughing and trying to swallow the cum that remained in their mouth. One of their friends took out their phone, taking pictures of Poob’s body and the creampie they gave them. “ say cheese.~ “ they said teasingly. Poob could hear multiple shutter sounds, not objecting to what their friend was doing. As they softly catched their breath, they closed their eyes. The music and their friends talking soon faded out, going from a pleasured feeling to a relaxed slumber.

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Poob woke up hours later, the first thing that they felt being the cold floor that they were left at. They realized moments later that they were still wearing the blindfold, taking it off before looking for their jacket in the pitch dark. They grabbed their phone once they got their jacket, turning it on to see the time. It was 4 A.M, everyone must’ve either went home or went to sleep somewhere in the house. All that was left was Poob, Still naked and left all alone. They managed to get themselves up, shuffling while trying to put their clothes back on in such a sluggish way. Once outside the house, they quietly limped to where the regretevator was, waiting for it to come pick them up. They stepped in once the doors opened, sighing at how nobody was in the elevator at this time. They couldn’t let anyone see how they looked after the party, nobody. They waited for what seemed like hours, watching as the doors opened on different types of floors. They decided to pull out their phone again to pass the time, seeing that they had a text message from their friend hours earlier. They didn’t say anything once they opened it, seeing that it was photos of the gangbang from earlier with the message ‘glad to help you’ attached. They put their phone back in their pocket once they reached they reached their floor, stepping out without a word. Entering their apartment, they slowly went to the bathroom. All they wanted now was to shower. They turned on the lights and stripped themselves once more, shoving their dirty clothes to a corner. They’ll put them in the washer later, they didn’t feel like doing it now. Poob was about to step in the shower when they managed to get a look at themselves in the mirror, stopping what they were doing to look at themselves. Something about their look now just…bothered them. Their tired eyes and dried tears was what they noticed first, before noticing there was still traces of cum on their body. It was like their friends didn’t even bother cleaning their messes up. They could feel themselves getting teary eyed, wiping them off as they tried to calm themselves down.

“ Don’t cry. “

“ It’s ok. “

“ it was worth it. “

“ you did this for yourself. It’s ok. Your friends are the best for helping you. “

“ they love you. They care about you. “

“ … “

“ I really am a whore, huh? “

Poob walked to the shower, turning on the water and thinking back to what happened. Why are they even complaining? It’s not like they ended up changing their mind midway through. It gave them something to focus on for the time being. Their friends know what’s best, what’s there to get upset about? The warm water felt nice on their skin. It was comforting for the noob. It was like it was gently giving them a hug and the aftercare they needed. They could basically stay there forever, they want to stay there forever. They managed to get themselves clean minutes later, stepping off of the shower and drying themselves off. They walked over to their room, plopping down on their bed with only a towel to cover themselves up. They got under the covers, closing their eyes and trying to sleep. But they just couldn’t. They couldn’t get the thoughts of their friends off of them. They felt like shit. They didn’t know what to even think. They didn’t even know what to think about them. Their thoughts on wither what they were doing was even working was so difficult to process. When was the last time they even felt cared for from sex in general?

…Pest.

They started to think about Pest. About them having sex again. All the perverted thoughts started to come back. They didn’t want this. They didn’t want to think of Pest like that. But…they just wanted to hold onto Pest like that again. They wanted to have that sort of care again. They craved it like a drug. Ironically, the guy who rejected them all the time gave them the most positive attention in months. Their eyes started to swell up, sitting back up. Their face was getting red, their thoughts of what Pest could do to their body got stronger. “ …not again. “ they muttered. Their head started to hurt and get cloudy as the thoughts progressed. They hated it. They hated it so much. It made them feel so gross. Nothing they did would ever work on keeping them distracted enough. Their hypersexuality was like a disease that just wouldn’t go. They wanted a distraction so bad. Just anything to help them out even for a few hours. That’s when they had an idea. They turned on a lamp on top of a drawer next to their bed. They opened it, grabbing out a razor. “ …it’s for the best. “ they said to themselves. They pushed their blanket off of them and looked over at their thighs. They looked at the scars that were almost completely faded. How lomg was it since they were resorting to this again? It didn’t even matter at that point. They felt so disgusted. They felt so perverted. They needed to get the feelings off of themselves one way or another. Anything to occupy their head.

And so they started to cut

Notes:

Well, maybe next chapter will be nicer than this one.

Chapter 6: Comfort

Summary:

( SMUT CHAPTER! )

A few days later, Poob sets up the party for them and Pest. Even if their hypersexuality is still affecting them, they feel confident that it will go smoothly! Who knows, maybe it can bring some comfort.

Notes:

TW: this contains mentions of self harm. Be warned.

> … is poob and …< is pest.

It had been days since that night, something that Poob quickly threw behind them. Besides the stinging pain the day after, they immediately were back to partying their problems away. they didn’t have anything else that could give them some sort of dopamine that weekday, so why destroy the daily routine? But today was different. Today they weren’t going to a party. Today they were having a party at their own apartment. A party just for them and Pest. It was a little harder to plan for this particular one, since it couldn’t be a typical party that they usually threw. I mean, who heard of a quiet under stimulating party just for one guest? They didn’t really question it. After all, Pest coming over was going to be awesome!

As long as their hypersexuality didn’t get the best of them.

Poob got some baking utensils out, thinking that making some dessert for the party wouldn’t hurt. The problem was that…they didn’t actually know what Pest wanted. They could just bake him a generic cake, but what if he doesn’t end up eating it? Or worse, throw it out? They didn’t want to risk it, going off and coming back with their phone. They should shoot them a question now than to make a fool of themselves. Why else would they have exchanged numbers? They swung back and forth as they typed out a message, getting a little excited as it was the first message they’d send to the beetle.

> haii Pest!!!!!!!!!!
> erm
> wats ur fav dessert???????
> plz answer quick plz plz plz!!!!!!!! 0_0”

Pest was working on a broken machine, looking over at his phone as soon as it started to ring with notifications. He groaned in response, getting his phone to see what interrupted him. He noticed that it was Poob, making him annoyed and confused on why they were texting him now.

I’m busy right now. <
Why are you asking me this? <

> for the party silly!!!!!!!
> every party needs a dessert!!!!!!

Oh yeah. The party. <
Hm. <
I guess pie is nice. <
Apple pie specifically. <

> ough oki!!!!!!!
> can’t wait to see ya later!!!!!! ^^

Pest left Poob on read, putting his phone down as he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He forgot that he was supposed to go to Poob’s apartment for that party. His mind was occupied by different projects and thrills of stealing this week, which made the party leave his mind. He pushed the broken machine aside, figuring that he should head over there now. He went to go take a brief shower before changing to his usual outfit. He quickly remembered that one of his jackets was still at Poob’s apartment, something that he forgot up until now. “ なぜ彼の家に行かなければならないのかについては言い訳があります. “ he said to himself, putting on his cap and getting his phone. Getting out of his den, Pest walked for a while to reach the subways. He thought to himself about Poob. Why is he even doing this for them? What about them made him go out of his way to hang out with them? Especially from that party they went to. Every memory of it made him embarrassed. The only person who would’ve even gotten a hint that it happened was Infected, but he just assumed he was an idiot to connect the dots or forgot about it due to his sickness. The subway he got on seemed to be mostly empty today. He sat all alone and kept thinking to himself as the subway started to move. What exactly is Poob? Well, he already knew they were a noob, but what exactly was them in character and personality? That night gave him another view of Poob. Something about them just bugged him, and he needed to get an answer one way or another.

A long subway ride and a few minutes of waiting for the regretevator led him standing right next to Split. He didn’t pay much attention to her, not really wanting to talk to others like usual. Meanwhile, Split was looking over at Pest, noting that he usually didn’t get on the elevator on weekends unless something was needed. “ Sooo, whatcha up to? “ she asked with a smile. '' None of your business. '' Pest said. “ Oh cmon now, don’t be ‘butting heads’ with me. “ Split said, chuckling to herself over the pun. Pest just sighed to himself over how bad the pun was. However, it was pretty much useless to insult her in Japanese as they understood the language unlike the other regretevator users. “ …Would you stop with the puns if I told you what exactly I am doing today? “ Pest asked. “ Aww…that’s a hard deal to think about. “ Split said, thinking to themselves. “ …Y'know what, sure! Maybe my curiosity will kill a cat today! “ Split said. Pest just gave her a side eye before continuing. “ I’m going to Poob’s apartment. They invited me to one of their stupid parties today and I have to go if I want them to stop bothering me. “ Pest said. “ Oh, a party? That’s amazing! Who else is coming? “ Split asked. “ Nobody. It’s just them and I. Other people being invited will be a huge bother. “ Pest said. Split stood there in silence, processing the information before giggling. “ So like…is it like a date? “ Split asked. Pest’s face noticeably got red, flabbergasted but the suggestion. “ No idiot, it’s a party. Nothing more. “ he said. “ Sure buddy. “ Split said in a giggling manner, before getting an idea. “ Hey, did you bring a gift for Poob? “ They asked. “ …No? Why would I do that? “ Pest replied. "Well, usually when someone is invited to a party they bring a gift for the host! It’s just a nice gesture, you should do that! “ Split explained. Pest thought about it for a while, looking back at her. “ Well, I don’t have anything on me that I could use as a gift. So that sucks on Poob. “ Pest said. “ Hey, I could help you on that one! “ Split said. “ and how so? “ Pest said. The doors of the elevator opened with a ding, revealing the shop space. “ wait right here beetle! “ Split said as she hopped off. Pest just looked at Split, wondering what exactly they would pull. “ she better not be doing a prank again… “

A bit later, Split hopped on the elevator again. She held onto something behind them as they went up to Pest. “ Ok, I found something that you could give to Poob! “ she exclaimed. "And that is? “ Pest asked. Split pulled out what she was hiding, revealing it to be…a bundle of petals. “ …that’s what I’m going to give them? “ Pest said in disgust. “ Well yeah! There was nothing else that looked gift worthy in that shop, so I grabbed the best one! “ Split said. Pest just glared, knowing damn well Split was setting him up. Oh well, maybe it would be better to do what Split suggested. “ Fine, I’ll take it. “ He said, reluctantly grabbing the bundle. “ There ya go, you got the spirits Pest! “ Split said. Pest angrily chirped in response, clutching the bundle. “ I do hope the party goes well! You two are going to have so much fun! “ Split said. Pest just nodded, wanting to end the conversation, the elevator doors opened once more, revealing Poob’s apartment. Pest was stepping out, when Split got his attention once more. “ Hey, Pest? Before ya go, can I tell you something? “ Split asked. “ Sure, but make it quick. '' Pest said. “ …Make sure Poob’s, ok, alright? They’ve been acting weird for a few days now, and I’m starting to get worried for their well-being. '' Split said. Pest stood there, thinking about it. “ …whatever. “ He said, stepping out as the elevator doors closed behind him. He just wanted to get things over with, that’s it.

Poob was just finishing to set things up when they heard the elevator’s ding, their excitement getting stronger. That only meant one thing, being that Pest was here. They quickly finished putting everything in place, going to their speaker to see if it was ready to play music. When they saw Pest coming over, they gave a big wave with a loud squeal. “ Hai Pest! Haiiii! “ they greeted. Pest just waved, holding the gift behind himself. He looked over to see what Poob did to their place, which was surprisingly pleasing. Nothing was overly decorated, in fact, some things were taken down for the occasion. Some calm music was playing instead of the usual pop music blasting, which gave him a relief. “ 少なくともあなたは私のお願いを聞いてくれました. “ He said. “ ooo, whatcha got there? “ Poob said, pointing to the bundle hiding behind Pest. “ It’s…whatever, here. Split said it was to be nice or whatever. “ Pest said, handing the bundle over to Poob. Poob looked at the bundle, their thoughts processing it before squealing in awe. “ aww! Thank you thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU! This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten! “ Poob said. “ …You’re being too loud. “ Pest replied. “ Oops, sorry! I just couldn’t help myself, this is amazing! “ Poob said. “ C'mon, we have to get this party started! It’s going to be so much fun! “ they held onto Pest’s hand, leading him on the way. “ これは長い夜になるだろう…” He muttered.

The party was going…decent. Not much could be done for the particular party which left Poob and Pest to just have a conversation with each other while eating some food. Poob’s apple pie didn’t kill off Pest, or make him vomit, or anything that was remotely negative. It was surprisingly very good to the point he got himself a second helping. The conversation they both had ranged a lot, from what they did on a daily basis to gossiping about people they knew. He couldn’t admit this, but Pest was having some fun with Poob. Now that they were the only person they could focus on, it was interesting to see how they were like. Maybe he should’ve given them a chance from the start. Hours had gone by, and Pest was getting a little bored. Maybe he should leave by now. Meanwhile Poob was still having fun talking to Pest. At that moment, He was the only person they wanted to see. The only person they wanted to talk to. The only person they wanted to touch. The only person they wanted to fu-

…their face went red again when they noticed what was going on. [ Not again… ] they thought. The thoughts were back, and they were stronger than last time. They couldn’t focus on Pest any longer. Their mind was filled with ideas of what Pest could do to their body. They tried so hard to shoo them off but they wouldn’t budge. It consumed every part of their head, as if they were begging Pest to do anything to them at the moment. What made them lose focus of it was seeing Pest get up, looking at them with his red eyes. “ I have to go, it’s getting late and I don’t want to miss a ride home. “ He said, Poob went quiet, but immediately panicked when they saw Pest turning back to leave. “ W-Wait! Can’t you stay a bit longer? Just for another hour? “ They asked. “ No. I appreciate the party but I have to go now. “ Pest said. Poob was panicking, trying to think of anything. That’s when they had an idea. An idea that would feed their thoughts, but could probably work. “ What if we did one more thing? Just anything! “ They said. “ …like what? “ Pest asked. “ Well… “ Poob went up to Pest, grabbing his hand. “ We…we can do what we did at that party. “ Pest was confused for a second, before his face went red after realizing what Poob meant. They shouldn’t do that. They definitely shouldn’t do that. But…Poob was cute. Something about them enticed him. Something about them made him consider it. “ …do you have some condoms? “ He asked. Poob nodded, smiling at the fact that the idea worked. “ they’re in my bedroom…we can go there. “ They said. Pest sighed to himself, looking at Poob. “ …go ahead, lead the way. “

Poob led Pest to their room, letting go of Pest to get something from their drawer. They came back to Pest, handing them a few condoms with a reddish face. Pest took them, looking at Poob. “ Any limits? “ He asked. Poob shook their head as they giggled. “ I’m all yours for tonight.~ “ A devious grin grew on Pest’s face, pinning Poob to the bed. He looked at Poob as he towered over them, seeing them look at them with a flustered face. “あなたはとてもかわいいです. 〜" he said, leaning over to kiss them. He made sure to be as gentle as possible, not wanting his mandibles to end up puncturing Poob. Their kiss was passionate, quickly turning into a make out session. He could hear Poob’s muffled moans, turning him on. He grinded his crotch against the other, enjoying every little reaction they gave out. They pulled out a few minutes later for some air, looking at each other as they panted. Poob submitted to every touch, whining when Pest got off. Pest sat on the bed, motioning Poob to come over. He gave back a condom to Poob, Unbuckling his pants to get his now erect dick out. “ if you want me to do anything to you, you're going to have to help me first.~ “ he said. Poob nodded, putting the condom on his shaft before stroking him off. Pest looked down at Poob. They looked so submissive, willing to do anything for him. He could feel his breathing getting heavier, watching as Poob put his shaft in their mouth. They were bobbing their head so slow, as if they were teasing him. Pest put his hand on their head, quietly urging them to suck faster. Poob got the message and obeyed, slowly building up to deepthroating the beetle. The minutes that went by made it feel more like ecstasy, pushing Pest to the edge. with an audible moan, he pushed Poob’s head down as he came. Poob could feel the cum that was now trapped in the condom, moaning until they were let go. They took a breather, looking at Pest. Pest gave him a smirk now that Poob did something for him. “ Take your clothes off, whore.~ “

Poob nodded as they started to strip, giving Pest time to take off the used condom and put on a new one. He motioned Poob with a finger to come to him, in which he crawled in obedience. He sat as he positioned Poob on top of him, his dick being close to their cunt. “ Ready to ride me until you can’t walk?~ “ He asked. “ Y-Yeah! “ Poob exclaimed. “ alright. Safe word is blue, remember that. “ Pest said. Grabbing onto their hips, Pest helped Poob slide into his dick. Poob moaned as they watched their cunt take every inch of it until it was fully in. They stayed in that position for a while, feeling like time had stopped between the two. When Poob was ready, they started to move. Every thrust made them moan, starting off slow just to get used to his dick for the night. Pest held onto Poob, humming from how his cunt felt. It was just as tight as the night they first had sex, a feeling that made him crave them more. His hands started to lower down from their hips, going down to their legs. He noticed he felt something rough, looking over at his hands to see what he was feeling.

…it was their scars.

Some looked like they were already fully fading, maybe from weeks or months back. Other though, they looked to be so recent. Some just seemed to be small cuts. Others looked to have been deep. His red eyes widened, looking at every single of of them. Out of everyone he knew, everyone that he met, Poob was someone he would have never thought to have done something like that. “ イエス・キリスト… “ he muttered. Was this was Split meant? Was this was she was talking about when they said Poob was acting weird? How long were they even doing this? His train of thought was interrupted by Poob burying their head on his neck, their moans getting louder as they rode faster. Pest didn’t say anything, the only thing coming out being his small moans. Slowly, their arms held a grip on the noob, hugging them as if to comfort them. Poob’s movements didn’t freeze. However, their mind did. This…this was something that they would have never felt Pest do. At that moment, they felt loved. They felt cared for. They felt as if everything will be ok. Tears started to form. Tears of pleasure and comfort. They could feel themselves getting close, whining for orgasm. Pest could feel himself about to get close too, keeping Poob in place as he impatiently started to trust in them. He decided to rearrange their positions, laying Poob down as he towered over them and fucked them fast. Poob whined and moaned, twitching as every thrust made them go crazy. With a few final thrusts, they both came at the same time, trembling from their orgasms. Pest held Poob in the same position, thrusting into them a few more times before pulling out. Poob twitched from their orgasm, heavily breathing as Pest looked over. “ are you…alright? “ he asked. Poob gave a thumbs up, weakly trying to recover.

Pest helped Poob sit up, suggesting they go take a shower. They nodded in agreement, grabbing some things before heading off. Pest took off the used condom. Throwing both in the nearest trash he could find. That’s when his mind went back to Split's words and Poob’s scars. He would’ve just ignored it but…it reminded him of himself. Of the lowest point of his life. Nobody deserved to resort to self harming themselves to cope, not even Poob. Did he cause this? Did his words over time cause Poob to do this? Maybe something else was going on in their life. Anything. He sat on the corner of Poob’s bed until Poob came back. They were wearing some pajamas and looked more refreshed, although still tired from having sex. They plopped down on their bed, sighing onto their pillow. “ …I guess I should go then. '' Pest said, getting ready to get up. “ …wait. '' Poob said, making Pest look back at Poob. “ …Can…can you stay the night with me again? Please? '' Poob said. Pest looked at them for a bit, before sighing. “ Alright then. '' he said, going back to lay down with Poob. They both got under the covers, huddling next to each other. Poob held onto Pest, their eyes now getting heavy. “ …thank you. “ They muttered out, quickly falling asleep as they held onto Pest. Pest took off his hat as he got ready to sleep. He could’ve just said no. He could’ve just left. He could’ve gone back on the elevator and cursed Poob under his breath. But it was nice to have stayed. To have Poob cuddle him. To let them feel like they were safe.

He decided to do something once he woke up in the morning, soon falling asleep with Poob.

Notes:

I’m going to go to sleep.

Chapter 7: Tears

Summary:

After an...eventful night, Pest decides to do one thing and confront Poob about something he noticed.

Such a confrontation left them with tears.

Notes:

I hate this chapter so much that I rewrote it 3 times. This is what happens when you don’t give children love and comfort they then wouldn’t know how to write it out. /j

It was the next day. The sunny lights crept into the room, making Pest wake up first like last time. He looked around in his surroundings, confused about what happened the night before. He was quickly reminded of the events last night when he looked at who was clinging next to him. It was Poob, still cuddling Pest in their sleep. Pest couldn’t help but stare at Poob’s state. They were so cute when they were asleep…wait. What the hell were they even thinking? What even were their feelings towards them now? It was so confusing. Did he even like Poob? At least as a friend? He didn’t want to think about it too hard, it would just make his head hurt. Trying his best to not wake up Poob, Pest got up to start his day. As he put his clothes and cap on, he remembered he had something to do. He remembered how scarred Poob’s legs were. He couldn’t just leave the house first without making sure they wouldn’t try to cut again when he was gone. He looked over at Poob’s drawer, opening it quietly to see what was in it. Among other things, he quickly noticed some razors, grabbing them carefully to not accidentally hurt himself and pocket them. As he searched, he noticed a bottle of aphrodisiacs. He quickly remembered a small detail of Poob back at the party, when they went to the bathroom to take something. That detail and how horny they were that night build up an implication that just left more questions. [ …なぜ彼はこれらの薬を服用することにしたのですか? ] he asked himself, deciding to just leave it there. He didn’t want to question it. Besides, he had a task to do before Poob woke up. Pest closed the drawer and left Poob’s bedroom, going to other places in their apartment to look for more things that could harm Poob. He managed to throw out anything he could find, now wondering what to do. Since he felt a little hungry he could just make breakfast again. He went to Poob’s fridge and got some eggs, this time enough to feed both him and Poob. He got out a frying pan and put it on the stove to heat it up, wondering when exactly Poob will wake up.

Poob woke up later, the first thing they noticed being that Pest was not sleeping with them anymore. Seeing him gone gave him a somber feeling, but they quickly put some optimism in it. “ Maybe he just went to make breakfast like last time. '' They said to themselves. They sat up and thought about what happened last night. It was super hot. The sex they had was so passionate. It felt as if they were a couple that night, feeling more love and care than lust. But all they could feel now was…regret. Disgust, guilt, and regret. They were so disgusted in themselves. How could they let themselves seduce Pest just so they spend just a little more time with him? The horrible feeling lingered as they thought about how gross they were for that, tears forming in their eyes. Pest most definitely saw them as a slut now. They couldn’t handle the disgusting feeling anymore. They felt so disgusting and dirty they needed to do something. Anything to relieve the stress. They opened their drawer to find…nothing. Their blades weren't there. It was obvious someone had dug through their belongings. Their confused eyes widened as they pieced together what could’ve happened, the guilt building up. [ …he saw the cuts, didn’t he? ] they thought to themselves. Nobody besides the people they hooked up in parties noticed their scars, and even if they did they just didn’t give two shits. Why didn’t Pest just move on from that? Why did he go out of his way to confidscate everything while they were still asleep? Why did he have to act like he cared for them? Poob got out from the comfort of their bed, knowing they had to start their day now. They changed from their pajamas to their usual outfit, grabbing their bedsheets to put them in the washer. Getting finished with that task, they walked over to see if they could find Pest.

Pest got finished putting two plates of sunny side eggs on the dining table, sitting down and getting ready to eat. He looked up once he heard footsteps, seeing that Poob was now awake. The both quietly stared at each other, not knowing what to say to each other. “ …hello. '' Pest greeted. Poob was still quiet, sitting down across from Pest. They didn’t even notice Pest made breakfast for them. they looked down as Pest looked over in a sort of concern. “ …you went through my stuff, didn’t you? '' Poob asked. Pest nodded in response. “ if you’re talking about what I’m thinking about, yeah. you won’t find them anywhere, I already threw them out. “ He said. Poob didn’t respond at first. They didn’t mean to make Pest worry for their well being. They didn’t mean to make him feel like he had to do something. They didn’t mean to put their problems onto him. “ …why? '' they replied. “ What made you do that? Don’t you…hate me? '' Pest stayed silent, thinking of a response. If there was one thing he wasn’t good at, it was saying something positive to another person. After what seemed like forever, he gave out a sigh.

“ …even if I hated you, I wouldn’t just let you do something that idiotic. “

…Poob’s eyes started to swell up, their emotions getting the best of them. Pest didn’t know what to do. He had no idea how to comfort someone. Hell, he could just make it worse. But he had try, at least for the noob. He got up from his seat, going up to Poob and sitting right next to them. “ Poob, look at me. “ He said. Poob reluctantly did as told, their tears now being more visible. “ I don’t know what is going on in your life right now. And I probably never will. '' Pest held Poob’s cheek with his hand, trying to wipe off their tears with his thumb. “ But I’m not going to let you hurt yourself like that. I’m not letting you make the same mistakes I did. Even with everything I told you in the past, every time I pushed you away…I still wouldn’t wish you to cut yourself like that. “ Poob didn’t move. Poob didn’t say anything. They stared into Pest’s red eyes, their mind processing his words. In an instant, they immediately hugged Pest, crying uncontrollably into his shoulder. Pest flinched over the action, not being used to sudden touch. But, he just had to be there for Poob. he can shove them off later. He can get pissed off at how his jacket would be ruined later. for now, he was there as someone to cry to. Someone that Poob can lay all of their bottled up emotions to. Someone that they can finally show their real side to. He quietly put an arm around Poob, quietly comforting them with his touch. “大丈夫です.ただ泣いてください. “

There was nothing Poob could say without making a blubbering mess. Nothing could explain how they felt. They could only do one thing. cry. Just cry out every single emotion they’ve felt for days, weeks, months, hell, even years. All their pain, all their suffering, it was let out by their tears. That’s how the both of them stayed. They stayed in the same position as the apartment was filled with sobs and hiccups. It felt like hours, but it was hours well spent. Poob couldn’t cry anymore, staying quiet as their heavy breathing started to calm down. “ …Feeling better? “ Pest asked, holding onto Poob. Poob silently nodded, slowly letting go of Pest. “ …Thank you Pest…for letting me do that. “ they said, still sniffing from their crying fest. Pest could only nod, looking at the eggs that were left out. “ …The eggs I made earlier went cold. I should reheat them. “ he said as he got up. Poob looked at the eggs that had been there all this time. Seeing the two plates…it gave them a small smile. Maybe there was some empathy in that beetle after all.

Pest managed to reheat the eggs, sitting back with Poob when they were fully heated. Their breakfast was pretty quiet, both eating their share of food with silent agreement that it was good. For the both of them, that’s all they needed. All they needed was each other's presence to feel at peace. Pest stopped eating for a while, looking back at Poob. [ 彼の人生について聞いてみよう. ] he thought to himself. “ …Poob. “ they called out. Poob looked up at Pest, their eyes still puffy from earlier. “ …what makes you want to party everyday? “ he asked. His tone made him sound like an insult, but it was a genuine question. Poob stayed silent, not knowing how to answer. Would their truthful answer make Pest want to resent them? Hate them? Not want to do anything with them anymore? “ …It’s fun! It’s just a great way to spend time when you’re sad! “ they said, trying to keep it vague. “ don’t you get tired of it? Even I have to take a break whenever I’m doing something like a project. “ Pest responded. “ …sometimes. But it’s pretty much what I have to stay happy at this point. At least I have friends to party with! “ they said with a smile. “ Like split and Infected? “ Pest asked. “ mmm, no. Actually, I think you’re the only person who knows them. They’re the people who I was hanging out with before you came over to the party! They’re really fun and awesome, it’s just…uhm… “ they quietly cut themsleves off, not knowing how to explain about their friends. “ …They’re just a little pushy with me sometimes. Like, it just feels like sometimes I have to go to parties so I don’t make them upset. But other than that they’re cool people to party with, trust me! “ Poob said. Pest raised an eyebrow, not liking whatever Poob was implying. “ …Poob, what are they pushing you to do? “ he asked. Poob started to sweat, their mind getting more panicked by the minute. They couldn’t tell Pest about them and their friend’s way of helping them cope. They couldn’t.

“ …It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. “

“ …ok then. “

Pest let the conversation go down. He didn’t feel like pushing Poob to their limits to talk about what was bothering them. But it still felt strange, as if something deeper was going on that they didn’t want to share. [ あなたは奇妙なパーティーアニマルだ. ] he thought, getting up to wash his now empty plate. As Poob sat in silence, they saw Pest getting ready to tell them something. “ I should leave now, for real this time. “ he said. “ Yeah, ok. I probably need to get ready for tonight myself. “ They said. “ Let me guess, you’re going to another party? “ Poob gave a small finger gun to Pest, letting him know he was right. Rest just rolled his eyes, getting ready to leave when he stopped in his tracks. He turned his head around to tell Poob one more thing. “ …Hey, Poob. About the party last night. It was…nice. Very nice. If you want…we can have another party like that. Just the two of us. “ Poob gave him a smile, a gleeful one that Pest was getting warmed up to. “ Oh, Ok! I would love that super much! Last night's party was super fun! I can’t wait for us to have another one! “ They said. Pest just nodded, showing a small smile as well. “ Oh, wait! Before you go- “ Poob got up and ran off to get something, coming back to hand pest the jacket he had left Poob with last time. “ Here! I forgot to give this to you until now! It’s all clean and tidy like I promised! “ they said. Pest grabbed onto the jacket, looking at it. It was neatly folded and smelled nice. It even felt a little softer than usual. “ …thanks. “ he said. “ you’re welcome! …thanks for caring for me Pest. I really do appreciate it. “ Poob said. Pest nodded, waving to the, as he went to where the regretevator would be. It was open, to which he hopped on and got ready to go back home. Poob watched as Pest left, sighing to themselves.

They just wish now that the both of them can get closer after today.

Notes:

I'm thirsty

Chapter 8: Nightmare

Summary:

( SMUT CHAPTER! )

As weeks pass, Poob and Pest are beginning to get closer with eachother.

Theres just something that is bothering Poob, something that was a total nightmare.

Notes:

The only reason why I wrote this was because I had a weird dream about my groomer today that was probably supposed to fuck me up but it left me confused so I sat down and wrote this in one sitting. I wonder if he’s still on discord trying to find e-kittens instead of doing his Mormon shit. Or begging his mom to not kick him out. Lol.

Anyways uhm.

There’s like probably 500 words that are smut-ish and the rest is just yapping be warned.

Didn’t even try to beta read this so yah

The weeks after Pest and Poob’s party went by fast. it was getting more noticeable that the two were starting to get closer. Whenever they passed by each other in the elevator they’d make sure to at least strike up some sort of conversation, even if Pest didn’t respond much to Poob making them talk forever at times. For everyone else, it was weird but also sweet to see. They didn’t think they’d see the day that Pest would be a little nice to Poob, or at least tolerate them. It felt as if they two were finally starting to get to know each other, and finally see that they had more in common then they thought. However, their old ways were still present, with Poob being really loud and sometimes being a nuisance about partying to others and Pest still not wanting to give other people a chance to even talk to him. A big change of their behaviors couldn’t be fixed in weeks, but a small change of how they saw each other could. For Pest, He was starting to enjoy whenever Poob would greet him and talk to him. For Poob though…

They were still scared of Pest finding out their secret.

Every time when Poob said goodbye to Pest, it felt as if they were relieved from a pressure in their gut. They loved him a lot, as a friend of course. But their thoughts and fantasies kept getting the best of them. Just being around Pest for a little more time than usual would make those unwanted perverted thoughts come back, making them feel disgusted and nauseous. Why did they have to even be like this? Why couldn’t they just have a normal mindset of Pest? It was as if their thoughts were tainting his look. All that the lustful desires of Pest did was just make Poob want to back off. They didn’t even know what Pest would think of he found out that Poob was constantly thinking about all the way he could do to them. How he could dominate them and make them cum in so many different ways. How he could touch their body and bite them in their most sensitive parts. Why did they have to hit them like a truck in the worst possible time, especially when they were around Pest?

As Poob and Pest stood around in the elevator one day, those thoughts were haunting them again like always. Actually, it wasn’t like always. It was like it was constantly pounding their head, wanting to crack it open. It begged Poob to pay attention to them, making them more distressed and silently wishing their designated floor could come at any moment. Their uncomfortable look was noticed by Pest, looking at Poob with a confused look. He would’ve just ignored it, but seeing that they were alone and how bad Poob’s mood was getting…it made him want to say something. “ …Poob. '' Pest called out. Poob looked back, trying to put on the iconic silly smile they had on all the time. “ Ah, hey Pest! “ They said, giving him a wave. Pest wasn’t interested in playing around with Poob, he needed to get to the point of what was up with the noob. “ …Your face is telling me something is up lately. “ He said. “ Oh! Uhm, Sorry. It’s just uh…A party I really wanted to go got canceled so it bummed me out. “ Poob said, hoping Pest would take that explanation. “ …Poob, I’ve seen how you act whenever a party gets canceled. All you do is just quickly find another party being hosted that day and go there. “ Pest said. Poob went silent, trying real hard to think of another thing they could say instead of being truthful. That’s when Pest went up to the noob, holding onto their cheek to get them to look at him. It made Poob freeze up, looking into his eyes with panic. “ Poob, It’s ok. Just tell me what’s wrong. You can’t just keep lying to me. “ Pest said. Poob wasn’t able to muster up anything. His touch pretty much silenced them, trying to figure out what to say. Do they come out about their issues? Tell him what was going on? And possibly ruin what they had so far?

…they could. And they should. They couldn’t shove the fact that they were hypersexual anymore. They had to say it. They had to make it known. Maybe Pest would be understanding. Maybe even fully get it. “ …Pest. I don’t know how I’m able to explain this. But…If I tell you, will you promise to not badly react? “ They said. Pest nodded, making Poob a little more relieved. Stepping back from his touch, Poob stood as they took a breath. Maybe now was the best time to even say what was about to be said. “ …Remember when I said partying helps me distract myself alot? “ They said. Pest gave another nod to say yes, letting Poob continue. “ It helps me distract from certain…thoughts. Thoughts that I can’t control. Thoughts on…sex. A lot of sex. Every time it happens I feel like a pervert and gross, and partying is all I have in order to ignore it, even for a few hours. “ Pest stayed quiet, not reacting to Poob’s words as he let them go on. “ and It’s hard! It’s really hard! I can’t help it, and I don’t know how to make it stop. I hate how it makes me horny when I don’t want it! I hate how it comes in the worst possible ways! And…I hate how disgusting it gets. I hate how it’s gotten to everyone I love. Including…you. It’s gotten so bad, and I’m scared. “ Poob’s eyes were swelling up, tears getting ready to come down their cheeks. Pest was real quiet, now being able to say what he wanted to say. He looked at Poob, opening his mouth.

“ …you’re disgusting. “

Poob’s eyes widened, looking at Pest from the words that he just said. “ …Y-You don’t mean that, right? “ They asked. “ …I do. I really do. What is actually wrong with you? “ He continued. Poob froze, their body getting more cold. They wanted to say something. they wanted to defend themselves. but all they could do is listen. “ Did you really think I would believe that shit is ‘uncontrollable’? You could’ve just said you were a horny and it wouldn’t have made a difference. “ His voice was like daggers, stabbing Poob with every word that he spoke. “ P-Pest, Please! You don’t understand! Just let me explain- “ “ Shut up. I’ve heard enough. Why did I think you were worthy of befriending? How could you even think of me like that? “ Pest said. “ Pest, I’m sorry! I really am! I don’t know why it’s happening! I don’t know why it’s been happening to you! Please, I really am sorry! “ Poob’s breathing got heavier. They couldn’t lose Pest, they just couldn’t. “ …is this why you even wanted to have sex with me? Because of you being that much a of a pervert? You really are a nuisance. “ As Poob tried to muster up anything that could save them, the elevator doors opened. Pest stepped out, not wanting to stay any longer next to the freak. With one final look of disgust, he muttered one more thing.

“ I should’ve never given you a chance. Go rot in hell. “

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“ GAH!- “

Poob shot up from their bed, breathing heavily as they tried to ground themselves. They looked around, looking to see that they were in their room. [ …it was just a nightmare. ] they thought to themselves. They searched for their phone, just to see what time it was. It was 6 am, a little more early from when they would usually wake up. They didn’t know what to do, but they didn’t want to go back to sleep and experience like that again. They managed to get themselves up, changing to a pair of shorts and a tank top before heading off to their kitchen to get something to eat. They managed to make themselves a bowl of cereal, sitting down on their couch to watch some TV. There was really nothing on to watch besides the news and trash TV, but it didn’t really matter. The noise of whatever was on was enough to soothe Poob and let them think. That nightmare was so…strange. They should’ve known that it felt too off to trick them into thinking it was real. But it wasn’t the way it went that scared them. It was the way how there was a chance something between them and Pest can happen just like in the dream. What if that was what Pest would say to them if he found out about their disorder? What would everyone else say? Sure, Infected knew and was cool with it. But they weren’t sure if he was just cool with it because he kept forgetting about it. There was Split too, but she didn’t know the full extent to it. Other than that, everyone was pretty much left in the dark about it. And it was probably for the better. But if they managed to tell Pest, would he end up telling everyone else? What would everyone even say? Would they all end up shunning them? It was too much to think about, stressing out Poob. The worst thing about it was that…the thoughts came back. It felt like slimy tentacles grabbing onto its now vulnerable prey. They tried to distract themselves with the TV and cereal, but it got to much. They couldn’t take it anymore. But they didn’t know what to do. Everyone was sure to be asleep so they couldn’t just try to message anyone. But they could try to get rid of the thoughts on their own right now.

Poob got up and walked to their room, soon coming back to the TV holding a dildo. They sat down as the looked at what was in their hand. It had multiple colors and was sparkly, almost like if it was supposed to be party themed. It had been a long time since they masturbated by themselves, but they were getting desperate. They slowly took off their shorts, spitting onto their hand as they started to rub their clit. The pleasure was faint at first, but it could still be felt. They worked their way down, inserting two fingers in their cunt. They softly moaned to themselves as they closed their eyes, the sound of the TV muffling out their noises. It felt strange. Strange to do something that is comepletely normal. It was supposed to feel really good, but it felt more like a chore to do. Just something they had to do if they wanted to stop themselves from being horny this early. They softly gasped as they put in another finger, shoving in and out at a faster pace. They could feel themselves getting wet now, their moans now being able to be heard instead of whatever was playing on the TV. They used their free hand to rub their needy clit. Their current state was working with their issue as the pleasure started to block out what they were currently thinking. That’s when Poob stopped, looking down to see what was done. They didn’t want to finish that early, even if it made them go over the edge.

Poob looked under their couch, feeling relieved to see a bottle of lube that they had seemingly left there for however long it was. They put a reasonable amount on their dildo, positioning it near their entrance. They whimpered as it started to go in, going in slow until it was fully in. They haven’t used it in a long while, letting it stay in as they got used to its shaped. After a few minutes, they decided to start moving it, keeping it slow as their mind stared to drift off. God did it feel so good. It felt nice to do something like this alone for once. However, it also did feel isolating. They only had themselves for once, the one thing they wanted to focus on the least. They moaned louder as they started to fuck themselves at a steady rhythm, keeping it up while they thought to themselves. Why did they even have to resort to this? They could’ve just tried to find anything in the apartment to harm themselves with. It felt like it was more easier to do than to do what they were doing, maybe even be a little less disgusting.

That’s when their mind started to go back to Pest. They remembered with what he did. How he went out of his way to make sure they wouldn’t try to leave another scar on themselves. Since then they didn’t try to get another set of razors to have in case they wanted to hurt themselves again. It just felt like they woould end up hurting Pest of he found out they ignored his words and tried to harm themselves again. They wanted to see Pest again. Just the two of them. They wanted to talk to him and feel connected to him. They wanted him to touch them just for a little while. And…they wanted him to do anything to their body. They didn’t care. He could be gentle and warm or rough and cold and they would still accept either two. They wanted to feel the little comfort that was given to them. They wanted to feel loved by him. They wanted more from him than just sex. But they didn’t want to ruin what they had. They didn’t want to drive off Pest because of their stupid hypersexuality. They just needed him no matter what. They felt themselves getting close, their moans and whimpers getting louder as they fucked themselves faster. With a few more thrusts, they gave out a loud moan, cumming as they shivered. They let themsleves breathe, now being able to hear the TV again. They looked down to see the mess they did, groaning as they realized they had to clean up now. They decided to just wait a little as they calmed down from their orgasm, going back to watching what was on the TV. They were definitely going to feel some sort of regret later, but they couldn’t care about it now. Their thoughts were focused on Pest and Pest only. If was funny to think about how the beetle was taking over their mind, but it felt sick knowing they kept thinking about Pest in sexual ways. It was like they were violating a boundary, even if they couldn’t control it.

After a while, they got up to clean themselves and their mess, still thinking about Pest as they did their task. They wished he was there with them right now, cuddling them and telling them that they were cared for. It was something they craved so badly, but didn’t feel like admitting. They felt like one day Pest would feel like they were too horny to even hang around with, something that could be classified as a nightmare. They didn’t know why they felt this broken. Or if they could ever be fixed in order to be loved normally. Can they ever be fixed? Can they find a way to finally be normal? What if they weren’t loved if they did ever get fixed? What if it was better if they were just left broken? Poob was about to go ahead and clean up their dildo after they were done with themselves when they decided to have a look of it again. All that Poob felt towards it was a sense of disgust. It was so gross how they had to cope this way. All it did was give them a few minutes of relief, followed by hours of regret. It was awful, they didn’t want to hold the thing that was inside them anymore. They decided to wrap it in a bunch of napkins, throwing it away without even looking at it. They didn’t even want to see it again. Even if they realized they fucked up over that decision they didn’t want to keep relying on it in the future. They got out their phone, checking the time. Time seemed to pass, now seeing that it was 8 A.M. They realized they had gotten some messages from their friends. Most of it asking about if they would show up to some parties today. Poob tried their best to reply in their usual way, texting back that they were sure they would show up for the fun. They were about to shut off their phone when they got another text. [ what now,,, ] they thought to themselves. They checked their phone one more time, their mood changing seeing that it was Infected.

> Y00000 P00B!!!!
> Spl1t @nd 1 @r3 g01ng t0 h@ng 0ut l@t3r t0d@y 1t5 g0nn@ b3 r@d1c@l \( *o* )/
> Y0u sh0uld c0m3 dud3 1t5 g0nn4 b3 ju5t u5!!!!!
> unl355 y0u w@nn@ br1ng th@t b33tl3 dud3 l0l ( 7v7 )

Poob read the message, thinking about it for a little while. Maybe they should hang out with Infected and Split today. It had been a while since all three of them actually got together, and it seemed to be fun. Maybe it would help them destress from their current situation too. They were a little surprised to see that Infected suggested they’d bring along Pest. They would’ve thought that was a bad idea, but maybe it would be nice if Pest would hang out with their best friends so they can all get connected to eachother. They shot back a message to Infected, sighing over the established plans for today.

Ough! that sounds awesome!!!!!! <
I’ll text you back as soon as Pest responds!!!!!! <
This is going to be awesome!!!!!!! >:D <

> B3t! ( *v* )
> s33 y@ l@t3r dud3! ( ^o^ )

Poob left a little thumbs up emoji to show that they read it. They switched to Pest’s contact, typing as they started to sway back and forth again. It reminded them of the first time they texted eachother, on how excited they were to talk to him by the phone. It was a feeling they missed, even if it was from weeks ago.

PEST!!!!!!!!!!!! <
Erm <
Uhm <
Are you awake rn??????? :3 <

> Right now yes.
> Your texts woke me up.
> what do you want.

I’m going to hang out with Infected and Split later today!!!!!! <
You wanna come??? They said it’ll be fine if you do :D <

> …
> Sure.
> Just tell me where to meet and I’ll be there.

OK!!!!!!!!! <
I’ll text you whenever we’re getting ready to see eachother!!!! <
This is going to be awesome!!!!! :] <

Poob put their phone down. They sighed as a smile appeared on their face.

Maybe today might be better than they thought.

Notes:

Heads up, this was the last chapter that will have something smut related. Theres still stuff that is sexual but for now I wont write another sex scene for the rest of the fic.

Chapter 9: Together

Summary:

Later that day, Poob, Infected, Split, and Pest hang out together. While it takes some things our of their mind, Poob can't help but admit some things to Pest.

Notes:

HEY BEFORE YOU READ LOOK AT THIS: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/75mQd20Oor6yQSW8PQNjkP?si=2MYJVBvLTDWWkieHkh63hA&pi=u-jHskwfrOQ86x

@AztroLuvesTeevee on wattpad made a Spotify playlist based on this fic and I really think people should check it out! It’s honestly an honor for someone to make something like that for a fic like this. Again I’m really grateful they made this so uh, yeah!

Anyways this is just basic filler. Which is crazy considering this is now the longest chapter in this fic. Oops. Whatever I was in a better mood to write this.

A loud groan could be heard, followed by a slap. Pest was not ready for today. Earlier that morning Poob had texted him asking if he could hang out with them, Infected, and Split. His tiredness made him agree to go, and now he was regretting it. He wouldn’t have minded it if it was just him and Poob. But this time it was different. He had to be with two people that he didn’t tolerate. He already knew that Infected’s coughing and Splits tendency to make puns was going to drive him nuts later today. But a promise is a promise, and he had to stay committed. Maybe he’ll get something out of it, whether it be earned or stolen. He could just ignore the two as well. They would probably be dumb enough to not notice him muting them out. Or go hide somewhere else given the opportunity. Maybe he could even drag Poob with him, somewhere that would be dark and quiet. Just so it can just be the two of-

His eyes shot wide open, realizing what he was thinking. He…he couldn’t be having that type of thoughts about Poob right? What was it called again? He couldn’t find the right word for it. Something about Poob, their smiles and laughs, their tendency to be loud and energetic, annoying yet intriguing…it gave him a sort of crushing feeling? It was weird too. He didn’t feel like this when they literally had sex twice. It was a new feeling towards the noob that he didn’t feel before, or at least remember feeling. It felt…good? Bad? Weird? A sort of fuzzy feeling whenever thinking about Poob. He didn’t want to think too much of it, heading out of his den to go to the subways. Even if he couldn’t figure out what that sort of feeling was, it couldn’t be ignored that he was starting to like the other. He couldn’t believe that he pushed them off for so long. They were completely opposite, but had so many similarities. Their likes, their actions, their inner struggles. It was like they were always meant to be close. And yet it took until now to realize they weren’t so bad. Maybe if he just gave them a chance long ago they would’ve been a little happier. Together.

Pest got off of the subway once he reached his stop, clicking on the regretevator button and waiting. Poob texted him along the way to just wait for the elevator as everyone was getting on at the same time. He would’ve thought it would be a long wait, but minutes later he heard the elevator door ring. He sighed to himself as he saw the doors open, walking in quietly. Poob and Split were talking to each other while Infected leaned over the railing, soon looking up when he noticed the beetle. “ Yoooo, beetle dude! You made it! “ Infected greeted with a smile. “私をそう呼ばないでください. '' Pest said, standing on a corner that was pretty vacant. Poob and Split stopped talking as soon as Infected spoke up, both giving Pest a friendly wave at the same time. “ Hai Pest! You made it! '' Poob said as they waved excitedly. Pest waved back exclusively at the noob, a wave that seemed more friendlier than his usual wave. “ It’s nice that you decided to hang out with all three of us! I guess Poob managed to ‘bug’ you into it! '' Split said with a giggle. “ Anyways, We’re going to get some food and hang out at that one abandoned mall. It’s going to be lit. We might see some dead people or ghosts. “ Infected said while throwing up a hand sign. “ Well I hope not! Ghouls always make my skin go cold! It’s like they’re trying to gain a new friend! “ Split replied. Pest just rolled his eyes, wanting to insult the two as they kept on talking to eachother. If only Split didn’t know Japanese.

Poob noticed that Pest had gone quiet, giving him a small glance. They wanted to go up to him and have a conversation with him. what was the point of inviting him if they weren’t going to even talk to him. However, when they tried to move…they just couldn’t. Something inside of them kept them in place. It was like their anxiety turned to stone and kept them in place. They liked Pest. They wanted to talk to them. They wanted to be close. But their thoughts from that morning made them stuck in their place. What if even just trying to talk to him would trigger them again? What if what happened in the dream happened now? It was scary and upsetting, but they just couldn’t show it. They wanted to keep themselves upbeat for today. Ruining one of the rare moments where they got to be with all their friends at once would be something they couldn’t forgive themselves for. So they stayed and stared, their mind racing with anxious thoughts.

Pest seemed to notice that Poob was staring as him, his red eyes targeting the noob. “ …you’re awfully quiet now. “ He said. Poob was taken out of their mind as soon as they heard Pest speak up to them, trying to think of anything to blurt out as an excuse. “ hah, Sorry! I was just…thinking about my plans this week! There’s a party I’m going to go this weekend that’s going to be awesome! “ They said. “ The parties you go to are always the same, what’s special about that one? “ he asked. “ Well, it’s going to be held somewhere that I’ve never been to before! There’s going to be so much people and awesome music and it’s going to be the best party ever done in history! “ Poob said. They weren’t lying though, there was a party this week that they were going to that was going to be bigger than they have ever been to. “ …it sounds exactly like the parties you usually go to. “ Pest replied. “ Mmm, wanna bet? I can give you an invitation to it! “ Poob said with a smile. “ I’ll pass. “ Pest said. “ Really? How about this! 100 coins on the line! If it’s really like any other party I’ll go to, I’ll give you 100 coins! If it’s the opposite, then I get the coins instead! Deal? “ Poob said. Pest thought about it for a good while, then gave out a sigh. “ Fine. Deal. But I’ll only pass by then leave once the bet is settled. “ Pest said. “ yay! This is going to be the easiest bet I’ve done yet! “ Pest stayed quiet, taking note of Poob’s actions. That smile of theirs…it was nice to see it.

Everyone’s conversation was stopped when the elevator doors opened to Reddys Pizza Place drive tru window. Infected went up to order a pizza and some drinks while paying for it as he had money from ‘pwning the noobs’, something that Pest could care less for. After everyone got their food, Split got out a floor ticket to get them to Sharkco mall faster. The doors soon opened to reveal the abandoned mall, making everyone get out as the chatter continued. They all agreed to sit near the tree in the middle of the mall, walking over and setting down the pizza box and drinks. One by one everyone grabbed a slice, having one off sentences with eachother so the meal wouldn’t be in silence. Poob’s phone started to ring off, making Poob stop eating and checking what it was. “ Oh! Be right back guys, I gotta take this! “ Poob said, getting up to go to take the call in another place. That left Pest with Infected and Split, a perdictament that he did not enjoy. Infected and Split didn’t seem to mind and went back to eating their food while talking to eachother. That made Pest relieved that they weren’t going to bother him. He went back to eating…only to be interrupted.

“ Sooo, Beetle dude! You’re like, hanging out a lot more with Poobz right? “ Infected said. Pest softly groaned in frustration as he put his slice of pizza down, now having to talk to the skater. “ Only occasionally. Do you have a problem with that? “ He asked. “ Nah dude, I think it’s rad. “ Infected said. “ Yeah! Actually, we haven’t seen Poob being this happy in a while! You’ve really made their emotions ‘flutter’! “ Split added. Pest just sighed, trying to go back to his meal. “ anyways, you two are like, such a cool duo together. Seriously, Poobz would sometimes bring you up whenever we talk to eachother. “ Infected said. “ …Really? “ Pest said. “ Yeah! Same for me! Honestly with the way they talk about you it makes me think you two are love bugs! “ Split said with a chuckle. Pest’s eyes slightly shot up as their face went a little red, quickly trying to dismiss Split’s joke. Split’s chuckling slowly faded as soon as she saw his reaction, clearing their throat out for a minute. “ But seriously, whatever you’re doing with Poob, keep it up! I think their spirits have been changing for the better! “ Split said. Pest nodded in agreement, finally having their peace as the other two went back to talking to eachother. He thought about what Split said. The idea of them being that close was…weird. He didn’t even know why he reacted like that. He could’ve just dismissed it. Hell, he shouldn’t even be thinking of this too hard. He quickly shoved it off as he went back to eating, waiting for Poob’s return.

Soon, Poob came back. They excused the call being from someone they partied with, going back to finishing their share of the meal. As soon as everyone was finished, they all picked up their trash and put it in a trash can that should’ve been cleaned long ago. “ soooo, now that we’re done, can we go look for dead bodies? “ Infected asked. “ Sure! I got the flashlights right here with me! “ Split said as she rummaged through her pockets. They managed to get out…2 flashlights. “ …oh, I guess my rush made me forget to get the rest! That’s in me on trying to get on the elevator at the speed of light! “ Split said. “ aww man! Does that mean we can’t go exploring? “ Poob asked. “ Nah! I got a better idea! We should ‘Split’ up into two and share what we have! “ Split said. “ Seems dope! I call dibs on teaming up with ya! “ Infected said as he grabbed a flashlight. “ Oh! That means I get to be with Pest! “ Poob said. Pest looked at Poob and nodded. It was a relief that he wouldn’t have to be stuck around with Split or Infected. He grabbed on the remaining flashlight, turning it on just to see if it worked. “ Ok! Infected and I are going to the left side of the mall, you two can go explore the right! “ Split said. “ Great! Cmon Pest, let’s go! “ Poob said as they grabbed onto Pest’s arm. Pest was basically dragged by Poob to the right side of the mall, trying to keep up with the noob. He’d never had the time to explore the abandoned mall, so it was something he was silently excited for. Usually for him abandoned buildings meant one thing: jackpot.

“ So, where are we heading first? “ Pest asked. “ To my favorite place! There’s this one old store that I like to visit alot! “ Poob said. “ Let me guess, a part supply place? “ Pest asked. “ Nope! A book store! There’s a lot of old books I like to read there! “ Poob said. That answer surprised Pest. He didn’t really read a lot , but by Poob’s excitement he could end up finding a book he would take for himself. The two reached to a store with the doors being wide open. Pest turned on the flashlight as they went inside, handing it to Poob. “ Here, you might need this. I can already see well in the dark. “ He said. “ Oh, ok! It’s going to be easier to find something i would like with this! “ Poob said. Pest waved as Poob ran off deeper in the store, glancing at the cash register that was near him. He went over there and tried to unlock it with their lock picking skills, grinning as the cash register opened to reveal some money that was left to rot. He quickly took it, looking to see if he could spot where Poob was. They were pretty far in, but their location was given away by the light of the flashlight. Pest headed over and went to see what Poob was doing. Poob seemed to find a book that interested them quickly, sitting down and holding the flashlight as they silently read to themselves. “ what are you reading? “ Pest asked. “ Oh! I don’t know actually! I saw this book had a colorful cover so I picked it out! I think it’s going to be the best reading in a while! “ They said. “ really? Didn’t you get taught to to not judge something by its cover? “ Pest said. “ Wellll, If I don’t like it, then I’ll just get another one! Nobody’s going to stop me! “ Poob exclaimed. Pest looked over the book then back at Poob. “ …Do you mind if I sit with you? “ Pest asked. “ Nope! We can read this book together if you want! “ Poob said. “ Yeah. Let’s see if it’s as good as you think it is. “ Pest said as he sat down.

The two sat close, reading the book in silence together. Poob turned the page once the two silently agreed they managed to read everything, getting real focused on the story. It was a cliche thriller book that was written long ago, but it still held up for them. It was a peaceful read. Nothing could really be heard, not even Split or infected, wherever they were. It was really sweet. “ …This book isn’t as bad. “ Pest said. “ Yeah! I knew it was going to be awesome! “ Poob said. “ Honestly, I really like it when I get to have some quiet fun! It’s just a nice thing to have once in a while. “ “ with the way I know you, that wouldn’t be something I would believe. “ Pest said. “ Heh, yeah! …you wanna know something? I miss the party we had a few weeks ago. I never had a party like that but it was nice! Even if it was just us. “ Poob said. “ …Yeah. I…Miss it too. “ Pest said. “ mhm! It was…something! I wish I had more parties like that. Sometimes I get too tired whenever I’m at the usual parties. I wish my friends didn’t invite me so much. “ Poob said. “ …Poob. You know you can turn the invitations down right? “ Pest said. “ Yeah, yeah! I know that! They just…they just like to help me when I’m down. A lot. But I don’t know if it’s even working. “ Poob said. The two got quiet for a while, the tension between the two getting more awkward as the seconds went by.

“ …Listen, Poob. If the parties aren’t helping you, stop partying so much. All you’re doing is hurting yourself more. “ Pest said. Poob thought about it, the thought of just stopping their only main coping mechanism making them anxious. “ I…what…What about my friends? They’ll be lonely without me if I just stop. “ Poob said. “ I’m going to be blunt, fuck your friends. I don’t know what they’re doing to you, But if they’re being so pushy with it then fuck them. “ Pest said. Poob didn’t say anything, looking down with a look of worry. “ …Hey, how about this. Go to the parties you’re going. But when you go to that party you were talking about earlier, that’s when you say no more. Tell your friends at that party you’re going to take a break. And don’t give in to them if they persist. “ Pest said. “ …I don’t know. I never really said no to them. “ Poob said. “ …if they try to invite you over and over again, I’ll tell them no. “ Pest said. “ heh, as if. You don’t even know their names. “ Poob said. “ Don’t underestimate me, Poob. I already have a plan. “ Pest said. Poob looked at him in confusion, only to see he had taken their phone without them even noticing. Honesty they weren’t even mad. Hell, it gave them a chuckle. “ hah, I forget you were good at stealing. But you don’t have to do that! I…I think maybe I got this. “ Poob said. “ Hopefully so. Make that party your last for a while. At least have some fun when you’re there. “ Poob nodded at Pest’s words, going back to the book they were holding. The encouragement was what Poob needed. Pest’s encouragement.

The two read for what seemed like hours, both enjoying eachothers company. Pest ended up holding the book and flashlight for Poob seeing how tired they soon got from holding it. Nothing interrupted them. Nothing bothered them. The world let them have a break for a while, letting them have eachother. As Pest flipped the next page, he felt some weight lean besides him. He looked over, seeing that Poob fell asleep with him. Their arms had clinged onto his arm in their sleep, holding him in place. Pest sighed as he turned off the flashlight and put the book down, realizing that he was also getting tired from the reading. The moment felt exactly like how it felt when he woke up in Poob’s bed for the second time. The beetle softly chittered as they noted the way Poob looked in their sleep. “ 彼らは眠っているときは安心したように見えます. “ He said to himself. The silence got to him. He felt himself drift off. He let the need to sleep take over him. Soon, the both fell asleep on each other. Unbothered, and together.

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“ YOOOOO! POOBZ! BEETLE DUDE! “ Infected shouted out, soon coughing from using his vocal cords too much. “ Where even are they? Poob would’ve already been waiting for us by now. “ Split said. “ Beats me. Maybe they just went off without us. “ Infected said. “ Doesn’t seem like something they’d do. That would be ‘bee’ry impolite! “ Split said. “ Whateva, Maybe,,,maybe they’re hangin out at that place Poobz goes to first. “ Infected suggestive. “ You think so? We should head over there then! Split said. The two walked over to the store, heading inside to see nothing but the same old abandoned store. “ …nah, they totally ditched us. “ Infected said. “ you sure? Sometimes Poob likes to hide here a lot. Don’t you remember when we found them curled up here? “ Split said. “ …I can’t even remember what I had for breakfast. “ Infected replied. Split just sighed, grabbing onto the flashlight Infected had. “ Let’s just look for them here, then I’ll believe about the two leaving us. “ Split said, heading off. “ Heh, I’m telling you! They totally just left! We should just head out, there’s like too much dust for me to handle- “ He was interrupted when the centaur stopped, looking at what they were pointing the flashlight to. There they were, Pest and Poob. Both still sleeping with eachother. The both looked at eachother in silence for a minute, soon quietly snickering to themselves.

They’ll just let them have their nap.

Notes:

Next chapter is a vent chapter, be warned.

Chapter 10: Spiral

Summary:

Taking Pest's advice, Poob goes to the biggest party they've been invited to to have fun one more time.

But something between them and a friend made them spiral.

Notes:

TW: vomiting, self harm, suicide attempt, and sexual pressure.

Don’t read if you’re in a bad mood. Please. I went pretty graphic on this one.

Saturday. The day Poob both looked and dreaded for. This day was the day they were going to what was possibly the biggest party they would ever go to. And possibly the last for a good while. This party was going to tire them out, but wouldn’t be as bad as their friends. That was what they feared the most. The part where they would have to tell them that they were tired of everything. Tired of partying. Tired of being chaotic. Tired of their help. They just wanted to have a break, whether it be for a week or even months. They didn’t want to give in to them today. Not on the day where they would party like it was their last day on earth. The elevator ride was very quiet. There were some people that they knew that were on, but they didn’t want to have a conversation with them. It was already stressful to think about the party, trying to have a conversation with the other would probably make it worse. They took out their phone and decided to text Pest, hoping it would help them be at ease.

PEST!!!!! <
When are you coming to the party? <
It’s going to be fun!!!!! >:D

> Give me an hour or two.
> The subways are packed today.

Aww :( <
That's ok!!!! I can't wait to see you!!!!! <

> Remember that I'm only coming for the bet.
> I’ll leave as soon as it’s been settled.

Bleh,,,,,ok!!!!! <

Poob put their phone back into their pocket, feeling a sense of relief after talking to Pest. It gave them a sense of relief that he’ll keep them company even for a little while. The elevator doors opened with a ding, opening to reveal flashing lights with loud party music playing. Poob sighed as they walked out, mentally preparing themselves for the party of the century. It was a sight to see. People were dancing, drinking themselves silly, and just loudly having the time of their lives. Despite how overwhelming it was, it relieved Poob’s anxiety. They didn’t become a party animal for nothing. They slowly started to merge with the rowdy crowds, forgetting all their troubles as they enjoyed themselves. Strangers hyped them up as they did their usual at new parties, doing crazy stunts and showing off their good places trick of drinking crazy amounts of blogsy without hallucinating. They didn’t have to worry if they were going to end up hurting themselves, not like they would have to go to a party tomorrow. Or the next day. Or even a week. They felt free, finally being able to party their troubles away.

Soon, Poob excused themselves to have a small break. They grabbed themselves a cup of soda as they relaxed next to a wall. They didn’t remember having this much fun. It was like the universe finally let them have what they wanted. A party that didn’t have to result in- “ Poob! Where have you been!? “ Poob’s eyes shot up as they looked to whoever was calling out to them. “ …Oh, hey! I was here the entire time! I just didn’t see you!“ they said, waving to the person they now recognized as one of their friends. "Really!? It’s probably from the amount of people who are here! I didn’t think so many people would show up! “ They said with a chuckle. “ Yeah! Honestly it was fun to meet so many people! I even got to show everyone my most famous party trick! “ Poob said with a smile. “ Yeah! …actually, we can do something even more fun right now. “ They said with a smirk, getting closer to the noob. Poob stayed quiet, knowing damn well what was going on. “ …actually, I don’t want to do that tonight. We can just party like usual! “ Poob said with a smile, “ Poob, cmon. Don’t be a party pooper. “ They said. “ I don’t want to! I just…I haven’t been having those troubling thoughts since I got here. I think this party is helping me distract myself for once! “ Poob said. “ …Poob. I’m just trying to help you. Who knows, maybe something will trigger them later on. It’s better you take precaution now. Don’t you trust me? “ they said, grabbing onto Poob’s cheek. Poob thought about it, really good. They needed to take Pest’s advice. They needed to stand up and say for once in their life, they didn’t need to have sex just to feel better. But the fear of their stupid thoughts taking over Poob’s mind while they tried to have something nice for once got to them. It scared them. “ …Hey, how about this. Let’s just have a quickie in the bathroom. A blowjob would do the trick, ok? “ they said. Poob stood there in silence, soon sighing as they looked at their friend. “ …Sure! Let’s do it! “ Poob said.

They let their friend grab them by the hand, dragging them to the nearest bathroom. It looked rundown and dirty, something that gave Poob an ick. The smell was horrible, making them try to cover up their nose with their hoodie. How long has it even been since it was cleaned up? “ Are you sure we have to do it here? “ they asked. “ Yeah, but don’t worry! It’s going to be quick. Just trust me dude! “ They said. Poob nodded, getting out their phone to quickly look at it. No message from Pest yet, but judging from how long it had been since his last message he would probably be close to getting on the regretevator. They put their phone back, looking at their friend. “ …are you sure this will help? The party was already calming me down! “ Poob said. “ Yeah, I’m sure! I’d be a bad friend if it wasn’t, heh! “ They said. “ Yeah! “ Poob replied, trying to agree with their friend. “ Let’s go to this stall here! This will be quick, I promise you! “ They said. Poob nodded, walking over to where their friend was directing them to. They closed the stall as they thought about what was going to happen. They didn’t have the energy for this. Hell, They didn’t even bring their aphrodisiacs to lower the chance of doing this. But they wanted to be helped. They wanted to do whatever it took to not ruin their night. They had a friend who was looking out for them, letting them know they were loved and cared for. “ You ready Poob? “ they asked, sitting down on the toilet. Poob looked over, giving them a smile. “ Yeah! Let’s do this! “

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The door of the stall opened up, Poob being the first to walk out. Their hoodie was tied around their waist, feeling hot after what they did. They catched their breath as they wiped off the gooey liquid that had dripped out of their mouth, not wanting to put another drop of it in their mouth. “ heh, wasn’t that fun! You’re so amazing Poob! “ Their friend said. “ Mhm! Thanks for trying to help me! This was…Nice! Awesome even! “ Poob said. "Yep! That’s what friends are for, right? “ they asked. “ Yeah…you’re really amazing for that. “ Poob said. Their friend was about to leave the bathroom, when they stopped to look at Poob. “ Oh yeah! By the way, the rest of the gang is coming over in a bit! If you want to stay here until the party ends we can…yknow. “ They said. “ …Of course! I’d love to! I love hanging out with you guys! “ they said. “ Great! See ya later, Poob! “ They said. They opened the door and left, leaving Poob all alone. They waved at their friend, staring at the door as it closed. There they were. All alone in a dirty bathroom. The only thing that they could hear now was the faint party music that had escaped through the door. They didn’t know what to do now. They didn’t know what to feel. They la aged to get a glimpse of a mirror, walking over to see themselves just for a bit. All they did was stare at the mirror for what seemed to be hours. They didn’t seem to recognize what they were even staring at. This wasn't them. This wasn’t supposed to be them. They were never supposed to turn out like this. Poob didn’t see Poob in the mirror. All they saw was a miserable party animal. Someone that lost it. Someone that was disgusting to see. Someone that was filled to the brim with dirty, disgusting, rotten thoughts. It teased them. It taunted them. And it tainted everything and everyone they loved. It was hard to look. It was nauseating to look. It filled them with something. A feeling. A bad feeling. A feeling of anger. A feeling that made them hate themselves. A feeling that made them hate what they had become. Their fists balled up, shaking in anger. It was too much to see. They had to do something. Anything. Just to get rid of what they had become.

 

Smash

 

The loud smash of the mirror breaking filled the room. Followed by another loud smash. And another. All while the noob yelped out in pain with every hit. The rage inside of themselves consumed every part of their body, all while their knuckles bled and stung from the glass. They fell to their knees, their pained yelps turning into horrible sobs. They couldn’t think straight. They couldn’t think of anything. They were getting dizzy as the party music faded out in favor of their broken sobs. They were so disgusted with themselves. Their mind, for it gave them thoughts they couldn’t control. And their body, for it was most likely what kept everything they had left in place. Where would they even be if they weren’t hypersexual? What would their life have turned out like? Would everyone that they had ever loved in their life never gotten close if they didn’t try to cope by doing what their mind made them think about? They could feel their breathing getting heavier, trying to get up to try to calm themselves down to no avail. Their whole body ached, nothing felt real. The only thing that existed for Poob was themselves , the broken bloody glass on the floor, and the horrible smell of the bathroom. They started to horribly cough from the pain. The sobs. Everything. They felt nauseous. They felt too gross. Just for giving into their friend. They couldn’t take it. They couldn’t handle it. the coughing got worse, feeling something in their stomach trying to come up.

Until they felt their throat burning with liquid.

They didn’t want to see what happened, but it happened over, and over, and over again. The gross sound of the liquid coming out of their mouth could be heard, followed by its rancid smell. Minute by minute, the vomiting just kept going. They soon started to purposely try to vomit more. Trying to get everything from their system out. Anything to clean out their body. Anything to get the years of swallowing semen to cope out of them. Anything to feel nothing after it was all over. They weakly collapsed near their mess, trying to catch their breath in their sobs. They felt angry. Upset. Disoriented. It all mixed up into a ball of emotions that made their body twitch in pain. They could feel the blood still spewing out of them. They didn’t care. They didn’t want to do anything about it. They wanted to make it feel worse. Just to punish themselves for how gross and undesirable they had become. All they knew about themselves was that they were a slutty party animal. A fate that was embarrassing to have. They could feel a slightly big piece of glass near them, weakly grabbing it with their bleeding hand. They couldn’t see it, but they could feel themselves slowly ripping their skin. It felt exactly like what their mind was doing to them. Shredding them until nothing was left. It was awful. It was painful. Was this really how things were going to end? Slowly and weakly letting their life drain away in a bathroom of such disgusting state?

…it felt deserved. It felt fitting. It felt great. Their body could just rot here. Their body could just melt into nothing but disgusting flesh. Nobody would miss them. Nobody. The only thing they would miss was the opportunity for one more blow or plow. The chance to have a piece of their mind. The gift of having someone to cannibalize before letting their scraps be thrown out. They could feel the party fading out. It felt ironic. How they immediately felt this suicidal as soon as they said no more. They knew once they stopped having casual sex, once they stopped partying, they were nothing. Their impressions, their personality, their identity, it wouldn’t matter. It would never matter. They let themselves relax. They let themselves try to enjoy the last bits of their life. They didn’t want to make the last memory of theirs painful. That was, until they heard the bathroom door open. They didn’t know who it was, until they heard a familiar low voice with a chitter.

 

“…Poob!? “

Notes:

I just needed to get some thoughts out. That's all.

Chapter 11: Recovering

Summary:

As Poob is recovering from their breakdown that night, they try to process everything with dr. Retro.

Notes:

I couldn’t sleep so I decided to write this.

Hours. That’s how long it had been while Pest waited in Dr. Retro’s waiting room. His mind had made him lose track of time, waiting for Dr. Retro to come back just to tell him everything was ok. He looked at his jacket to see the dried blood that had gotten on him. It was the only thing he could do if he wasn’t staring at nothing. What a horrible situation. Pest had to take a while to get to the party due to the subways being packed that day. As soon as he got there, he tried texting Poob to no avail. He called them multiple times, only for each call to go to voicemail. He didn’t want to stay at the party for much longer, so he spent a while trying to find Poob in every part of the location. They eventually gave up, wanting to go take a break and going to the nearest bathroom he could find. The sight he was greeted with was…horrible. He could never forget the sight he had to see. The way Poob was on the floor, covered in what seemed to be their own blood next to the horrible smell of vomit…it was gut wrenching. He didn’t want to ask questions on what happened, he had to act fast. He managed to stop Poob’s worst injuring from bleeding with their hoodie, carrying them out of the bathroom and heading off to the elevator. He used whatever money he had on him to get them to Dr. Retro’s office in a hurry, holding onto Poob and making sure they showed signs of life. Luckily, Dr. Retro was about to close for the night when Pest managed to stumble in, immediately stopping her and telling her that Poob needed medical attention fast. Since then, he waited in silence. He didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to move. He needed to know if Poob was alive. He needed to know if they were going to be ok.

Pest’s head perked up over the sound of the door opening. Dr. Retro walked out, looking over at Pest. “ Alright, I have some good news. “ She started. “ The good news is that they’re alive. The blood loss was worrying, but so far they are doing fine. “ She said. Pest signed in relief. That was all that mattered. A mesaage that Poob was going to be fine. “ thank god they’re alive. “ he said to himself. “ However, they’re going to have to stay over. It won’t be very long, I just need to monitor their condition for a few days. They’re currently resting right now, but I can give you a call whenever they’re ready to be seen again. “ She said. Pest just nodded, standing up as he was about to leave. “ …Wait, Pest. I need to ask you some questions. “ Dr. Retro said. Pest looked over at the katball, giving her a confused look. “ …Do you have any idea what could’ve caused this incident? “ She asked. “ …No idea. All I saw was the aftermath. “ He said. “ Right. I might have to ask them instead when they wake up. You can go now, it’s best you get some rest after this incident tonight…you should also change your outfit too while you’re at it. “ She said, noticing the blood on Pest. Pest quietly nodded, walking away to get a ride in the regretevator. [ Stay safe. ] He thought to himself.

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Poob groaned as they opened their eyes, wincing from the immediate feeling of pain. Everything was hurting. Their body ached, some areas even stung. Their throat felt painful, and their head was spinning. They didn’t even realize until a minute later that somehow, they were alive. It wasn’t until they sat up when they noticed where they were, a location that they have been to multiple times before in the past. They were in Dr. Retro’s patient room again, sitting all alone in a hospital bed. Even with the circumstances, the room had a home-like atmosphere that was comforting. It’s green aesthetic with plants that gave patients company put them at ease. Their head perked up as they heard the door open, seeing Dr. Retro come in with a clipboard and a friendly smile. “ Oh, Hello Party! I assume you woke up just now. How are you feeling? “ She asked. Poob stared at her in confusion, until remembering she was referring to them. Dr. Retro always called them by the first part of their name instead of Poob, something that always caught Poob off guard. “ …I…I don’t know. “ They said. Their voice was raspy and stung, making it hard to speak or have their words make sense. “ …Is your throat hurting? I could get you some water and some pain medication.“ She offered. Poob quietly nodded their head, making Dr. Retro leave to get something for Poob to drink. She handed them some pills and a glass of water which Poob took with gratitude. “ Alright. If you’re ready to speak to me, please tell me. I’m sure you have some questions for me, and I also have some questions for you. “ She said. Poob put the glass of water down, taking a little while to feel more adjusted.

“ So, Party. Can you tell me what happened? “ Dr. Retro asked. Poob stayed silent for a while, not even remembering what happened the night before. When they finally recollected the events, it hit them like a truck. It washed a sense of guilt and shame into them. It was so rare when they were angry or even mad, but lord was it violent to them when it took over. All the anger from their mental state and how easy it was to persuade them led up to now, sitting face to face with the reality of having to worry Dr. Retro with their stupidity of trying to end their life again. Dr. Retro noticed their face scrunching up in shame, placing down her clipboard. “ Party, Please don’t feel bad about this. There’s no judgment in this room, but if you feel like you’re not ready to talk about it we can move on. “ She said. “ Poob sighed as they looked back. “ …I just need time to process it. “ They said. Dr. Retro nodded, moving on from the question. “ Ok, Was this injury accidental? “ She asked. “ …No. I guess you could say no. I didn’t mean to do it. I just had a lot going on in my head. “ They answered. “ Really? Do you mind explaining to me what exactly has been going on? “ Poob nodded as they took a breath, trying to reload themselves in case explaining would trigger something. “ I’ve just…had some thoughts that’s been bothering me lately. My friends have been trying to help me with it but I don’t think it’s working. “ Dr. Retro wrote down as Poob talked, getting more concerned. “ What sort of help have they been offering? “ She asked. “ I don’t want to talk about it. I just don’t feel like it’s working no matter how much they push it on me. I’m tired of it. I don’t want to do it anymore but they keep insisting that it does. I mean, sometimes it works but only for a temporary time. I don’t know what to do anymore. “

“ …Party, this seems worrying. Even if they’re your friends you have every right to deny whatever treatment they’re offering if it’s not working. “ Dr. Retro said. “ Well, yeah. I know that. But I just feel selfish if I’m not letting them try to help me out. “ “ …Tell me. Why exactly are they insisting on helping you? If they keep pushing something onto you and ignoring your feelings, wouldn’t it make them selfish? “ Poob thought about it. They thought about her words really hard. “ …I don’t even know anymore. “ They answered. Dr. Retro wrote down in silence, giving Poob a chance to ask her a few things. “ …How long am I staying here? “ Poob asked. “ Well, based on your condition, It’ll only be for 3 days. It’s just so I can monitor and check on you. You should be out no later than that. Or, unless you need to stay longer if you don’t feel ready. “ Dr. Retro said. Poob accepted the time it’ll be until they went home. They were about to stay silent, but something else made them wonder something. “ …Who even brought me here? “ They asked. “ Hm, It was your friend Pest. He even stayed over until there was confirmation that you were ok. “ She answered. Poob was confused, until remembering more of last night. Right, he was supposed to come over for that bet. It only filled them with guilt. What if he was the one to see them in that sort of condition? What if they ended up traumatizing him from their own actions? Dr. Retro looked up, noticing that Poob was back to their scrunched up face. “ …Hey. uhm, I made some oatmeal earlier. I Can fix you a bowl if you feel hungry. “ She said. “ Thanks. I’d really like that. “ Poob said. Dr. Retro got up to go get Poob some breakfast, leaving Poob alone again.

Poob laid back down, thinking back on the events from last night. They had such a good time, the best time of their life. Why did they have to ruin it by giving in to their friend? How could a simple quickie cause this mess? Why did they even agree to it? They didn’t feel like they needed it, they didn’t feel like doing something like that. Why did their friend assume that something was wrong with Poob during the party? It was like that was what they only knew about Poob. But surely that wasn’t true right? The thought of their friends only knowing Poob by their disorder made them feel sick, trying to think of something else to think about. Something else that was more comforting. Like a person. Someone that they started to feel dependent on. Someone that made them feel loved and cared for. Someone like Pest. The thought of Pest gave them an aching feeling. They most likely hurt him after last night. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even want to talk to them after what happened. But they still wanted to be close to him. The thoughts and feelings they had towards the beetle was such a good addicting feeling. They just wanted to be with him. They wanted to hear the sound of his voice again. They wanted to feel the touch of his hand again. They wanted to feel the way they kissed again. They wanted to experience the way he had towered over them with such dominance. They wanted to feel the way he bit into them as they both moaned in pleasure…oh.

“ …Not again. “

Poob slid into the bed sheets, realizing what was going on. It was back. Those thoughts. It started to consume them, filling every nook and cranny of their head with such perverted thoughts. This time they couldn’t do anything. They couldn’t try to masturbarte the thoughts away. They couldn’t cut themselves and let the pain overcome them. They couldn’t bash their head against a wall just so it could stop. They slowly started to tear up, feeling so gross over it. It never seemed to stop, even when they had just survived an attempt to permanently end the problem. They just wanted to feel nothing, shaking as the uncontrollable feeling of horniness washed over them. Their face was a bright red from the flustered and embarrassing feeling. They started to clench their fists, hoping the pain would shut it up. Even if the pain turned out to be unbearable, it was a better feeling than what those stupid thoughts did to them. They wished that somehow, someday, they could just turn their brain off. Just so they could be at peace. Just so they can at least rest from their situation. Their eyes opened up as soon as they heard footsteps, looking over to see Dr. Retro coming back with a bowl. “ I’m back! I just needed to reheat it for a while. “ She said. She gave Poob A weird look, noticing their teary eyes and bright face. “ …Are you ok Party? “ She asked. “ Uhm, Yeah! D-Don’t worry. I’m fine. “ Poob said with a smile. Dr. Retro decided to believe in their answer, walking over to Poob. “ Alright then. Here you go. “ Dr. Retro said, handing over the bowl. “ Thanks! “ Poob said. The smell of the oatmeal was wonderful, making them start to feel hungry. “ I have to go for a bit, I just need to check in some other things. I’ll be back if you need me, ok? “ Dr. Retri said. “ Ok, Thanks. For everything. “ Poob said. Dr. Retro left, letting Poob to look back at the bowl. The warm feeling and the wonderful taste calmed them down. It let them have something to distract themselves with. They held onto the spoon that came with it, scooping some of the oatmeal up and blew it to cool it off before eating it. The warm oatmeal warmed up their cold body, having a sweet taste that they enjoyed.

It was a feeling they wanted to cling onto for a long while.

Notes:

Ok no joke when I posted this I had to immediately had to head out to catch the bus for school and when I got breakfast the food they were serving that day was...oatmeal.

I have been horrified since.

Chapter 12: Treat

Summary:

As Poob gets out from Dr. Retro's care, Split and Infected plan to throw a surprise for them. They ask Pest to distract Poob whole they work, which leaves him to treat Poob for the time being.

This was where Poob decided to open up about themselves.

Notes:

Hey if the formatting looks weird/different it’s because I’m trying to figure out how to make my writing formatting better. Someone suggested I try to work on the dialogue so I did some research and tried to take the advice as best as I could. I’m always open to writing criticism/advice since I want to improve on something I haven’t done for years.

Anyways. This made me cry. I don’t know. I didn’t like how it came out but it hit something in me. It just gets personal.

It’d been three days since Poob was gone. Pest was in the elevator, accompanied by Infected and Split. Dr. Retro called him earlier to tell him that Poob was ready to be discharged. He was busy with a project of his until he got the phone call, immediately stopping what he was doing to get ready and see Poob again. During the subway ride there, he found a way to get in contact with Infected and Split, telling the both of them that Poob was getting out and to accompany him. It was a decision he was reluctant to make, but it would most likely be appreciated by Poob. He stood in a corner, eavesdropping on the conversation Infected and Split were having. The two were talking about potential plans they wanted to do for Poob as soon as they got out, wanting to give them a nice surprise to cheer them up. Pest kept his silence, not wanting to intervene with them. The two stopped talking for a bit, both looking at Pest with an idea on both of their minds,

 

“ Yo, beetle dude! You wanna do a favor for us? “ Infected shouted.

“ My name is Pest. “ Pest said with a slight glare.

“ Right, anyway. Split and I are going to make a huge surprise for Poobz at their apartment. Problem is that it’s going to take a huge while to set it up. Like a huuuggeee while. “ Infected said. “

“ So what’s the favor? “ Pest asked.

“ You go hang out with Poob and keep them distracted while Infected and I prepare the surprise! I think they would love to be with you for a while! “ Split said.

“ …Really? “ Pest said.

“ Yep! You ‘beetle’ believe it! “ She said with a chuckle.

 

Pest rolled his eyes from the pun Split laughed. Still, it was funny how the two people that he knew as Poob’s best friends were letting him hang out with Poob while they worked on whatever they were planning. It was like they knew he was planning on asking Poob to spend some time with him as soon as they met, just to make sure they were truly alright. The night from those few days ago still haunted him. Their jacket was different from the one he wore three days ago, but he could still feel like their blood was on it. It was horrifying, but it didn't make him ignore the questions he had about it. Was it from someone else? Did they do that to themselves? And most important of all, Why?

Meanwhile, Poob stepped out into Dr. Retro’s waiting room. All they felt was…a weird feeling. They were glad they were being discharged today, but they didn’t know what to do or even say to everyone. Especially to Pest. They didn’t know what would happen. Or what he would say about that night. Would he hate them for that? Would he try to avoid them after what happened? They didn’t want to think about it. They slowly took a deep breath as they pressed on the button of the regretevator, trying to calm themselves down. As a way to pass time, they took out their phone to turn it on. Dr. Retro was kind enough to charge it for them during their stay. It gave them a relief as they didn’t want to wait until they got home to see the amount of notifications they’ve gotten while they were gone. They didn’t want to wonder if anyone tried reaching them. If anyone noticed they were gone. If anyone wanted to know if they were alright. Before they managed to read what they missed out, the elevator made a ding sound, making them put their phone back in their pocket and turn their head up to get in.

 

“ POOB! “ yelled out Infected and Split.

 

They froze as they felt their two best friends went out of the elevator to hug them, both squealing as small tears formed in the corners of their eyes. They didn’t expect this. They didn’t expect to see their friends so suddenly. They didn’t expect them to come over to see them. But it was so appreciated. They were able to hug them back, softly sobbing from happiness. It felt so nice to have a hug like that. It was something that they needed after feeling so isolated in that patient room.

 

“ Dude! We missed you so much! “ Infected said.

“ Are you ok!? We heard about what happened! “ Split asked.

“ I’m ok! I’m ok! I swear! “ Poob answered, stepping away from the hug.

“ What a relief! We’re so glad you’re ok! We missed you so much! “ Split said.

“ Haha, I missed you guys too! …wait, how did you guys know what happened? “ Poob asked.

“ Beetle dude told us the second we started wondering where you went. “ Infected said, pointing to Pest with their thumb. “ He even called us to follow him as soon as he found out you were out. “

 

Poob went silent. They looked over to see that Pest was there, still standing in the corner as their red eyes looked at the noob. The anxiety started to build up inside of them again. They moved past Infected and Split and went face to face with the beetle, not really knowing what to say. Infected and Split walked back inside, wondering what the two would say to eachother.

 

“ …Hey, Pest. “ Poob said with a wave. “ I’m…I’m so sorry about- “

 

They were interrupted by Pest giving them the tightest hug they’ve felt from him, something that was so sudden. Their eyes widened as Pest kept them close, slowly hugging him back. The two teared up as they embraced each other, both just happy to be close to each other again after what felt like so long.

 

“ …Don’t apologize. I’m just glad you’re ok. “ Pest said after a while. “ I missed you. “

“ …Hah, I missed you too. “ Said Poob, softly chuckling from his words.

 

Infected and Split both smiled at the two as the doors closed, both nodding to each other in agreement to let the two have their moment. They kept hugging each other for what seemed like hours, sniffling as tears still streamed down their faces. they eventually let go of eachother, softly chuckling to themselves as they wiped their tears. That was when the doors opened to reveal the shop space, giving Infected and Split a cue to leave the two alone to get the plans ready. They both looked back at Pest and Poob, waving them goodbye,

 

“ Welp, we gotta go now! It was nice to see you again Poobz! “ Infected said.

“ Mhm! Don’t worry though! We’ll see eachother again later, Promise! “ Split said. “ We just need to run an errand for a bit. “

“ Yeah! Once we meet up again it’s going to be awesomesauce! “ Infected said with glee.

“ I Hope so! Bye guys! “ Poob waved.

 

All three of them waved to each other until the doors closed, leaving Pest and Poob all alone. The two didn’t really know what to say to each other. The elevator filled up with their awkwardness, both wanting to ask each other questions but not knowing how to approach it. Pest then thought about something he could do with Poob for the time being. He didn’t know how long it would be until Infected and Split were finished with their surprise, but it was definitely going to be a long while. They turned their head to Poob, grabbing their attention with an idea that just popped into his head.

 

“ …do you want to get some ice cream? “ He asked.

“ …Sure! I’d love that! “ Poob said with a smile.

 

Pest nodded at their response. They both waited in silence as each floor passed. It didn’t take long until they reached the floor where Crem’s ice cream shop was located. The two got out, greeting Crem as they got their ice cream of choice. Poob asked for their usual flavor of choice, Birthday cake. Meanwhile, Pest got himself a plain vanilla cone. He paid for the treats, getting back in the elevator with Poob. The two enjoyed their dessert, both talking to each other about different things as time went on. Pest managed to inform Poob about things that happened in the last three days while Poob talked about their time with Dr. Retro. The elevator doors opened to reveal the rock park, making Pest urge Poob to get out with him. The two got out as they both talked to each other, sitting down on a bench as the warm weather hit their skin. It was a good time for the two, only having their focus on eachother.

 

“ I’m just happy I’m able to spend time with you today! “ Poob said. “ Honestly, I would’ve hated just going home today. “

“ Of course. I just needed to see you again. “ Pest said.

“ I’m…glad. I’m glad you wanted to see me again. I thought you wouldn’t want to see after…that party. “ Poob said, getting more quiet after mentioning that night.

“ …About that. “ Pest began. “ …What happened that night? “

 

Poob went quiet. They didn’t know how to explain what happened that night. Or if they would even explain it without the possibility of making Pest feel disgusted from it. How do they even start with the events that lead up to that decision? It just felt embarrassing to even mention. But it wasn’t like they couldn’t just keep it to themselves, it messed them up so badly, bottling it up would probably make it worse. It had to be said. There was no way they were going to cover it up to someone who saw the aftermath.

 

“ …I…uhm… “ Poob stuttered.

“ …you don’t have to explain it. We can just move on.“ Pest said.

“ No no! I Can tell you what happened, I just…I just need you to promise something. “ Poob said.

“ …alright. “ Pest said.

“ …Promise me you won’t see me differently, Ok? “ Poob asked. “ I just want you to understand. Please. “

“ …I promise. "said Pest.

 

Poob held up a pinky finger, urging Pest to do the ritual. Pest snickered over the childish ask, but proceeded to do it anyway. Their pinky fingers intertwined with each other for a few seconds, both letting go after a considerate about of time. Now that the promise was set in stone, they were ready to explain everything. they took a deep breath, looking at Pest with an anxious look.

 

“ …I tried to have fun at that party, and I ended up having the most fun I ever had. I don’t remember feeling that energetic in a long while. It felt like it was a nice way to end things off for now. Just partying and letting everything get off my mind for a while. “

“ …but then one of my friends spotted me. “

“ I guess they were just looking for me for a while. We had some exchange but then they uhm…they asked about my issues again. I know they were being nice about it, but I knew why they wanted to know about it. I knew what they wanted to suggest doing to fix it.

“ I didn’t want to tell you about it last time, but I have this…one particular issue. I don’t remember when it started, but since then I’ve had these…thoughts. Just…thoughts about my body that won’t leave me alone. And every time it happens it makes me feel aroused in the worst moments and it just leaves me feeling gross. “

“ I just want it to stop. And I had no idea how to make it stop. I told my partying friends about that issue and they suggested they could help me. They suggested if I wanted to get it off, I could act on it and get it over with. I guess I saw it as a simple solution. And I trusted them enough on the advice. “

“ And hey, it did help! I think the first time I did it I felt great. I felt better. I felt like I was finally cured. And I couldn’t thank them enough. It always left me feeling pleasured and clear minded. “

“ …but it never really helped in the long run. I think I just got worse. But they kept insisting it was helping. I kept telling them I didn’t feel like it was helping, but they still insisted. And now I’ve sort of been tricking myself into thinking it worked. I keep telling myself ‘it’s fine! They’re helping you! ‘ but all it does is give me a few hours of guilt until the process repeats. “

“ I’ve been dependent on casual sex ever since. I keep trying to convince myself it’s the best thing I have to cope with, but I don’t know if it really is. I'm just…I'm so sorry about this. I didn’t mean to drag you into this mess. I didn’t mean to hurt you by seeing that. I just…snapped. I couldn’t take it anymore. I'm just tired of having to live with these sorts of thoughts. I'm tired of having to make myself believe that my friends are helping me by playing out what my thoughts force me to think about. I'm tired of having to go to parties just to end up with me hooking up with somebody later that night. I’m tired of being left feeling like a whore. I’m just tired. “

 

…Pest stared at the noob, dumbfounded. That was something he’d never thought he’d hear from Poob, especially before they had gotten closer. Poob had put their legs up during their explanation, hugging them to have as much comfort as possible. Being met with silence made them feel worse. It made them regret venting about it. It made them want to take back everything they said. Pest didn’t realize he stayed silent, immediately trying to think of anything to say to Poob. He didn’t really grasp on the explaination, but something had to be said.

 

“ …Poob. I don’t…I don’t really know or understand your problem. But I don’t see you differently. “ He said.

 

Poob slowly looked up at the beetle, their eyes having a glint of confusion and shock from his response. Pest looked back at the noob, their red eyes locking in with their black eyes. He reached out for their hand, gently holding onto them as he felt the bandages that were still wrapped on it. Poob was worried that this was all a facade, a trick. But they stayed hopeful, hopeful that Pest was sticking to his word.

 

“ I never thought you would say anything like that. But I can feel your pain. I can only understand a bit about your issue. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand it, but I’m not going to think of you any differently than before. “ Pest said.

“ you’re…you’re not lying, right? “ Poob asked, wanting some sort of confirmation before trusting his words. “

“ …I don’t think I can lie to something like this. “ Pest said, holding onto the noobs hand a little tighter. “

“ However, I feel different towards your friends. Or what you consider friends. “ Pest said.

“ …what do you mean? “ Poob asked,

“ They’re not your friends, Poob. Those people you call friends are assholes. “ Pest said with a hint of anger.

“ …I…I don’t…I don’t think they’re like that. “ Poob protested.

“ …Think about it Poob. Why are they insisting on helping you? Why are they insisting on doing something that isn’t working? Why are they pushing you to do something that you know isn’t helping? “ Pest asked, their answer towards Poob’s ‘friends’ becoming more apparent. “ …They’re not helping you. They’re taking advantage of you. Those aren’t friends. They’re liars. “

 

Poob didn’t know what to think. This…this was the first time a thought like that had been put in their head. Was all of what their friends were doing to them, everything that they said that would help, everything that they insisted on doing to them, everything that they’ve done with them since they came out about their issues…was all of it just a big fat lie? Something that they constructed for their own gain? Something that would have never worked out in the end?

 

“ …I’m sorry if I made you upset. “ Pest said, making Poob lose their train of thought, “ I just needed to rant about those…friends. What you said about them disgusted me. I can’t believe they would be like that to you. “

“ …It’s…it’s fine. I just…I don’t know. I need to think about it. “ Poob said.

“ …in the meantime, listen to this. “ Pest started. “ I think you’re…a wonderful person. Even if I wasn’t that…nice to you in the past, you’re still a wonderful person. Don’t let those thoughts define who you are. You are…one of the greatest people I’ve known. Even if we’ve just barely started to hang out here. “

“ …T-Thanks Pest. I…I really do appreciate that. “ Poob said, tearing up a little. “

[ どういたしまして。私の天使。] Pest thought to himself.

 

The two held hands, both smiling at eachother as Pest wiped off the tears from Poob. Pest was just happy to see Poob in a good mood. And Poob was happy that for once, for once in their life, someone managed to understand a disorder they have dealt with for what seemed like forever. They were happy that Pest still liked them no matter what. There was still a lingering feeling they had. A feeling of what Pest would react if they further explained everything. They tried to shake off the feeling, trying to appreciate the moment. That’s when Pest got a phone call, looking to see who was calling him. It was Infected, trying to get a hold on him. He took it as a signal that they were done with the surprise, and needed two two back. He looked back at Poob, who was staring at curiosity from the phone call.

 

“ …Hey, we should head back to your apartment. It’s getting late. “ Pest said.

“ Ok! …you wouldn’t mind staying for a while, right? “ Poob asked.

“ heh, I don’t have anything better to do than to be with you. “ Pest said.

 

The two got up, walking over to get on the regretevator. The two stayed close to each other, still holding each other's hands. As the two hopped on, pest grabbed out a floor ticket from their pocket, putting it into the elevator slot to get to Poob’s apartment apartment. The two pretty much waited, keeping each other close. That’s when Pest got a text message, pulling out his phone to see what it was.

 

> B33TL3 DUD3
> P1CK UP
> D0NT L3T P00BZ G0 B@CK T0 TH31R @P@RTM3NT
>PL3@S3 L00K @ TH1S

 

…Ah. They probably weren’t done with the surprise. Bummer. But it wasn’t like he could do anything. The two were already heading over. He just shrugged it off, guessing that Poob would like whatever they were planning either way. They looked over at Poob, who had taken out their phone to do what they were doing earlier. They stayed quiet as they looked at their notifications, only looking up when the elevator rang. The two smiled at eachother as the doors opened, ready to go back.

…but the smiles quickly faded out as soon as they saw what the doors opened to.

Notes:

I need to sleep.

Chapter 13: Surprise

Summary:

As Poob and Pest get back, they were met with a surprise.

The only problem is that...it wasn't a nice one.

Notes:

I’m hungry.

…everything was destroyed. Shards of glass sprawled all over the floor. Furniture was ripped apart. Even the tv seemed to be sparking from the damage. Everything in Poob’s apartment had turned to nothing but clutter and broken pieces. The two were mortified by the sight of destruction. There in the middle stood Split and Infected, Both equally staring in horror at what happened. Their bags full of party supplies and snacks were sprawled on the floor, something that they dropped as soon as they entered the apartment. Both of them looked back to see that Pest and Poob had now seen what was left of Poob’s apartment, not knowing what to say about it.

Infected started to sputter. “ …P-Poobz! Hey! Uhm, We-We uhm- We just- “

 

“ We just got here, We swear this wasn’t us! “ Split interrupted.

Pest looked over to see what Poob’s reaction was. Poob seemed to have zoned out from the sight of the damage, not listening to Infected and Split’s words. They didn’t know what happened. Or what could’ve led up to this. Unless…no. They couldn’t have done that. Poob made it clear to anyone that nobody was allowed at their apartment if they weren’t present, especially to their partying friends. Btu they just needed to check. They pulled out their phone, looking for their messaging app. That’s when they noticed they had a few text messages. Text messages from their friends, they opened them up to see what it said, wanting to know if it answered what happened to their home.

> 3 days ago

 

> Yo Poob!

> Gangs all here now, we’re just trying to find you right now!

> Where even are you??? 

> Hello?

> Poob?

 

> 2 days ago 

> Hey?

> Did you leave the party early yesterday?

> Poob you there?

> Dude cmon, we got a party we want to take you to.

> It’s going to be fun, it’s just going to be you and us!

> Poob?

 

> 1 day ago

 

> Hey Poob!

> Some of us are going to your apartment later.

> We’re starting to get worried dude.

> Can you just answer us? We just want to hang out with you again.

> Poob cmon.

> it’s getting boring partying without you dude.

 

> 8 hours ago

 

> lol we stayed at your apartment for a bit.

> We ended up hosting a party it was rad.

> I know you said not to do that a while but like.

> You probably would’ve wanted it.

> Anyways uh,

> We may or may not have gone a little rowdy.

> Hope you don’t mind.

> Hope you’re doing ok though. We still miss you.

> You probably would’ve made it the best party ever.

…Ah. That answered everything. They just couldn’t believe it. They didn’t want to believe it. How could they do this to them? What did all of them even do to have caused a mess like this? It made them so upset. No, it lit up an angered feeling inside of them. Why couldn’t they just listen to them? Why couldn’t they just pay attention to their boundaries? And Jesus…the way they left the apartment. It was as if their friends decided to throw some destructive rave at their place instead. They put their phone back in their pocket, trying their best not to break down. They didn’t want to start crying, not in front of everyone. They all already worried about them too much. They just needed to suck it up. They just needed to push their feelings again. They just needed to get it over with.

“ …I-It’s fine guys! Really! “ Poob said, walking over to one of the broken furniture.

 

“ It’s just from a party a while ago! I just forgot to clean up the place! “

 

“ and hey, look! The furniture can just be rebuilt again! It’s not entirely broken! “ they held up some pieces of their furniture, confirming that it wasn’t entirely impossible to put back together. “

 

“ I already knew it wasn’t anyone’s fault! I can just…clean up from here. “

 

“ …You don’t have to do it alone dude. We can help you! “ Infected said.

 

“ Haha, no it’s fine! It’s…it’s just my mess. I don’t want you guys to feel like you’re obligated to do it! “ Poob said, trying to turn down the offer. 

 

“ You’re not going to get it done all by yourself Poob. It’s totally fine, we’re always able to give out a helping hand! “ Split said.

 

“ …are you guys sure? “ Poob asked. 

 

“ Yep! We’ll get it all clean up in a lickity ‘Split’ together! “ Split said, now walking over to a broom that they spotted in the corner of her eye.

 

“ …I’ll stay and help out. Don’t worry about it Poob, you’ve already went through a lot. “ Pest said, looking for things that he can start doing.

 

“ …T-Thanks guys. You all don’t have to do this. “ Poob said, their mood getting a little better as they cracked a smile. 

 

“ Anytime Poobz! We’re always here for you dude. “ Infected said.

All four of them got to work, trying to get as much clean-up done as possible. Glass was sweeped up and trash was picked up. It was honestly a relief that nobody had stepped on the hazards, especially Split considering she wore no shoes. Split and Pest managed to rebuild some of the furniture while Poob and Infected gathered what was salvageable and put it back in its place.. Eventually a few hours had passed since they started cleaning up, leaving everyone tired out. They managed to get some of the hazards out, but it still showed that there was still a lot of work to be done. Split and Infected sat together on the living room floor to rest while Pest stood nearby against a wall. That’s when he noticed that Poob was gone, most likely trying to clean up somewhere else in the apartment.

[ …彼の様子を調べてみるべきだ. ] Pest thought to himself.

He looked over to see that Split and Infected were talking to eachother while cracking up jokes, getting an idea on his mind. He went over them and Interrupted the two, whispering to them about a plan. They nodded and agreed to it, getting up to get the bags they had brought earlier. Now that that was taken care of, he went off to go find the noob. It didn’t take long until he spotted then in their bedroom, sitting down on the floor in silence as everything in there was also destroyed. They didn’t notice that Pest was there, having focus on something in their hand. Pest knocked on the door to let them know he was there, making Poob turn their head around.

“ …Hey. “ Pest greeted.

 

“ …hai. “ Poob greeted back.

Poob put down what they had besides them, putting their attention to Pest now. They seemed to have been writing in a diary, the same one Pest saw almost 3 months ago. They two awkwardly looked at eachother in silence, not knowing what to really say to eachother. After what seemed like a long while, Pest gestured for permission to sit next to Poob. Poob patted a spot next to them, letting the beetle sit next to them. Pest say down, keeping the silence for a while until he spoke up.

“ …You seem upset. “ Pest spoke.

 

“ …How do you know? “ Poob asked.

 

“ The way I saw how you looked at your phone…I’m guessing there was something that hurt you. “ Pest said.

 

Poob didn’t know how to explain what happened, or if they even should. They thought about it for a while, thinking of what to say.

 

“ Yeah, my friends. They texted me yesterday saying they’d came over to see if I was ok. They ended up doing a party and…this happened. “ They said, gesturing to the broken things that were scattered around. “

 

“ …なんてことだ. “ Pest muttered. The feeling of disgust had come back. How could anyone, especially someone who referred to someone as their friends, do something this bad?

 

“ …it’s fine though. I’ll just…tell them not to do that again. I just need them to listen to me somehow. “ Poob said, tears forming in their eyes.

 

“ …Poob. They’re not going to listen to you. Nobody who does something like…this…nothings going to immediately make them regret doing something like this. “ Pest said.

 

“ … “ Tears streamed down the noobs face, getting more silent as they sniffled.

 

Pest put a hand on their shoulder, holding it gently.

 

“ Poob, your friends are degenerates. They are all nothing but sick degenerates. What even makes you want to be with them? “ Pest asked.

 

“ I don’t know! They…They weren’t like this. I don’t know what changed! I want them to go back to how I first met them. I just wish they can go back to how they were when we all first met. “ 

 

“ …I just don’t know what to do. “ they said, burying their face with their hands. 

 

“ …you should cut ties with all of them. They’re too far gone to be given any more chances. “ Pest suggested.

 

“ I…I can’t. I don’t know what I’d do if I just left them. “  Poob protested. “ They’re the ones who have always invited me to these big and great parties. They’ve always had time to come to my parties! If I just cut them out…I’ll probably have nothing. “

 

“ …You will still have me. And Infected. split too. You will still have anyone else who isn’t as awful as those people. “ Pest said. “ Remember what I said to you the day after that party we had here? “

 

“ …You’d…You’d want to have another one? “ Poob answered, peeking up to look at the beetle. 

 

Pest nodded at the response. “ I really did mean it. Even if it’s just us, I’ll still go to your parties. I’ll still be here with you. “

 

“ …Heh, Thank you. Thank you so much. “ Poob said, smiling as they tried to wipe their tears away. “ You…You don’t know how much that means to me.

 

“ …you’re welcome. “ Pest said.

The two sat there in silence. Poob began to calm down from their crying session, keeping themselves close to the beetle. Pest still couldn’t shake off from Poob’s situation. It was something he’d never heard of before, but good was it horrible. It made him want to do things to their so-called friends. Horrible things. Things that would make all of them regret doing what they were doing to Poob. Pest got a notification on his phone, looking to see what it was. Infected had just texted him that the plan was ready and to get Poob. Pest looked over at the noob, seeing that they were silent again.

“ …hey, follow me. “ Pest said as he got up. 

 

“ …for what? “ Poob asked as they looked up.

 

“ It’s just for something. You’ll see. “ Pest answered.

Poob decided to do as they were told, getting up and following Pest. It was a little weird, but they went with it. The two had left their bedroom, heading to where the apartment was a little tidier. Poob was confused about what would happen…until they heard the sound of party poppers.

 

 

“ Surprise Poobz! “ Infected yelled out.

 

 

Poob froze from the sight. Even with all the mess around, Infected and Split managed to set up a party with what they brought earlier. Small party decorations were put up around and the snacks they brought were set up on a table that Split and Pest had rebuilt earlier. 

“ Even with what happened, we still decided to throw that party for you! Let’s just say we found a way to do it in the ‘present’! “ Split chuckled.

 

“ …Oh my GOSH! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!- “ Poob yelled, hopping up and down from excitement and joy.

 

“ No prob Poobz! We all just wanted you to still have something to have after everything. “ Infected said.

Poob ran up to the two, giving them the biggest hug like from earlier that day. All three of them embraced each other as Poob cried out from happiness. Maybe Pest was right. They still had Infected, Split, and especially him. Maybe they should’ve really have to worry all too much about their other friends. Pest watched as all three hugged each other, not really wanting to interrupt their thing. Split looked up to see that Pest was left out, letting out a chuckle.

“ Hey, come here! Don’t be shy Pest, it’s not like you’re not ‘bugging’ us! “ Split said out loud.

Pest stood there, still hesitant for a moment. Slowly, they stepped up to the friend group, joining in the hug. It felt a little weird, but it was a nice sort of weird feeling. A feeling that they were sort of starting to enjoy. Everyone kept the hug for just a little longer, eventually having to let go of eachother. Even if everyone still wanted to hug each other, there was still a party to attend to. And boy was it fun. The snacks that Infected and Split brought were pretty much everything that were Poob’s favorites, something that we’re glad to munch on after a while. They played some music as everyone talked to each other about different things, keeping everyone entertained. Poob didn’t admit it, but this party was just so special. It wasn’t big or extravagant. Hell, it was being held where there was still broken furniture everywhere. But they had Split. They had Infected. And they had Pest. It was a party that no other party they went to could ever top. Eventually, it got very late. Everyone had lost track of time, up until one by one they all realized they were getting tired. Everyone helped to clean up the party to make sure it didn’t add up to the trashed apartment. Soon Split and Infected said their goodbyes and left, leaving only Pest and Poob alone.

“ I think I should go now. I don’t want to miss the next subway ride. “ Pest said. 

 

“ Yeah! You definitely should! I already know how tired you are right now. “ Poob said.

 

“ …speaking of which. Where are you going to sleep tonight? “ Pest asked.

 

“ …Huh. I guess I didn’t think of that. “ Poob answered. '' I'll probably just sleep somewhere here tonight since…yknow. My bed is broken. “

 

“ …You can come sleep at my den if you would like. “ Pest suggested.

 

“ Wait, really!? “ Poob asked.

 

“ Mhm. By the looks of it, It’s going to be a while until your apartment is all fixed up. You can stay there until everything is back to how it was. “ Pest said.

 

“ Wow, thank you! I-I don’t know how to repay you, or even if I could! “ Poob exclaimed.

 

“ Don’t worry about that. Just go get some things for tonight. I’ll wait here. “ Pest said.

Poob nodded as they quickly left to pack up some essentials. It was surprising but so nice of Pest to offer something like that. They packed up some clothing and other belongings in a duffle bag, getting excited for tonight. They’ve never seen where Pest lived, so being able to stay over on their first time visiting their place was going to be amazing. They smiled as they got everything all packed up nicely, heading over to where Pest was waiting for them.

 

They just hoped things were going to turn around from this point on.

Notes:

To everyone who has been insulting the hell out of Poob's 'friends' keep it up!

Chapter 14: Company

Summary:

Pest and Poob work together to rebuild what was destroyed, keeping eachother company.

On the last day of Poob staying over with Pest though, some trouble began to arise.

Notes:

Sorry if this chapter reads like its rushed. The only reason why this is rushed is because I rewrote this like 3 times and I needed to focus on work at the time. (I almost failed 2 of my classes due to me focusing on writing instead of doing schoolwork. Thank god I managed to get out with A's and B's though. Well only one of my classes left me with a D but its whatever.)

Also { … } is just what Pest says translated. MB for not adding translations earlier.

ALSO...this chapter does get a little spicy but nothing else really happens. No sex this time sorry yall.

The subway ride was uneventful to say the least. Pest and Poob sat together on some empty seats as they waited for his stop in silence. A day like what the two had would be so tiring, especially Poob. It didn’t help that the dim lighting and the noises of the subway going in its way made a perfect environment to sleep to. Pest didn’t want to go to sleep at the moment. He usually didn’t trust himself sleeping during rides as it resulted in him missing his destination multiple times. He knew that the ride would only last 30 more minutes, so it gave him time to just relax. He was about to take out his phone and just play a random game to pass time when he felt a sudden weight resting on him. He looked over to see what it was, only to see that Poob had fallen asleep and slumped onto him in the process. Just seeming them in there state caused him to feel the same crushing feeling that felt a week before. Was this a bad feeling? Good? Should he even push them off? …Actually, he’ll just let them rest. He didn’t really feel like there was any reason to wake them up. He wrapped his arm around the sleeping noob, going back to his phone as he held onto Poob.

 

Soon, the subway reached his stop. He got a good grip on Poob and their belongings, walking out of the subway to get home. The walk didn’t really feel too long, most likely because he was busy putting his focus on something else physically and mentally. He looked back to check if Poob was still sleeping, sighing to himself as he looked back to what happened that day. Those friends of Poob’s were absolutely disgusting. He’d never even met then face to face, but by Poob’s vague story about them they were all so rotten. Hell, they were more rotten and vile than he could ever be as a tormenting thief. He wanted to do something about it. Something that would make them regret everything. It was just so evil that they could treat Poob like some sick toy, especially with their…issues. He wasnt lying when he said he never heard of such a thing. Was there even a name for it? He could probably just look it up later. He just needed to figure out how to make Poob feel better about their situation. And to figure out how to get their friends to learn their actions had consequences.

 

Pest quietly entered their den, putting Poob’s belongings on the floor. Poob was still quietly sleeping so he didn’t feel like turning on the lights and potentially wake them up. It wasn’t that big of a problem, He could already see well in the dark. He shuffled around his home for a while, walking up to where he usually slept. His bed was a little smaller than Poob’s, meaning he’d most likely have to sleep somewhere else for the night. He carefully tucked Poob in his bed, walking off to get some things to sleep in for the night. He came back a little while later with a spare blanket and a pillow. He pretty much settled to sleeping in the floor, setting up his blanket and pillow to make it comfortable enough to sleep. He was just about to finish when he heard Poob waking up. He turned around to see that Poob was trying to look for Pest, their eyes locking onto one another.

“ …Pest? Is that you? “ Poob spoke in a groggy voice.

 

“ Mhm, It’s just me. “ Pest said. “ Go back to sleep, it’s late. “

 

“ …ok. “ Poob responded, tiredly trying to go back to their sleeping position.

 

“ …Actually…Can…Can you…sleep with me? “

 

“ …The bed is too small, Poob. “ Pest replied

 

“ …Can we at least try to fit in together? Please? “ Poob asked.

Pest stood there for a second, not really knowing how to respond. He thought about it for a minute, sighing as he ended up giving in to Poob’s plea. He sat on the edge of the bed and ushered Poob to move so he can have some space. Poob scooted onto the other edge of the bed as asked, letting Pest have something to lay on. The spot he was in was uncomfortable to say the least. He just felt like he was going to fall off the bed at some point. He heard Poob turn around and looked at their direction, only to see that they were now clinging onto him again. Ironically, Poob behind closer to Pest gave him enough space to be comfortable in the bed. He didn’t know if Poob had fallen asleep again at that point, but oh well. He started to drift off, embracing Poob with his arms as everything started to fade to black.

“ 明日は新しい日よ、天使. “ { Tomorrows a new day, angel. }

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2 weeks have gone by in a fast rate. Pest and Poob worked hard with trying to fix up Poob’s apartment. Things had to be replaced or rebuilt, which took longer than expected. Poob was grateful that Pest was letting them have a place to stay for the meantime. At least they didn’t have to rest next to the reminder of what their friends had done. The two mananged to fix up the apartment in no time, letting Poob finally have a normal place to live in again. Poob sat on Pest’s bed, their belongings being packed up again in their duffel bag. It was their last day staying at Pest’s den. They were more than ready to leave, all they needed to do now was wait for Pest to get back from doing a few errands. As Poob waited, they thought about the 2 weeks that went by. It was honestly a fun stay. The two got along fine with living with eachother for a temporary amount of time. It was just great to be next to Pest a lot. Just thinking about it gave them some butterflies in their stomach. The way they talked to eachother, the way they would work with eachother, the way the two ate Pest’s cooking together, and the way they slept in each others arms every other night. It was lovely. So lovely they wanted it to stay like that. So lovely it made them blush from just thinking about…oh. 

 

That’s when they realized something. They had thoughts about Pest. No, not the unwanted thoughts about him. But thoughts that correlated to…a crush. They didn’t remember the last time they started to crush on someone. Usually whenever they thought about someone they liked it was either platonic or an unwanted thought about them. But those thoughts they were starting to have was so different. So different, and so good. It made them blush just thinking about it. They always looked up to Pest and liked to be around him, even before they started to be around eachother more. The only question now was…

 

Would Pest even like them back?

 

They thought about for a while too. They liked Pest. They wanted to be with Pest. Maybe forvever. But what did Pest think of them? The didn’t want to think about it much but…they were scared at the same time. Sure, Pest would probably like them back. But they didn’t know if he truely liked them. The paranoia of someone turning out to be like their ‘friends’ stuck on them, turning the crushing feeling into a feeling of anxiety. They didn’t want to think about Pest ending up doing such a thing but…they were still scared. Still scared that all he wanted was their body. The laid back onto his bed, trying to think of anything that would deter them from that paranoid thought. That was when they heard their phone ding near them, trying to grab it to see who had texted them. They hoped it was Pest, Infected, Split, or just anyone else. Surely it couldn’t be-

> Hey Poob!

> You haven’t texted in a while, jeez.

> Are you still even alive?

> Hello?

…ah. Of course one of their friends had to text them again. It’d been a while since they had. They looked at the message, trying to figure out what to do. They could just ghost them. But they didn’t want them to end up causing havoc at their home again. And they could just tell them to leave them alone.but something inside of them just wouldn’t let them do that. On one end, Pest had been helping them slowly realize just how awful they were. On the other hand, they really liked how they treated them, or at least the idea of how they were supposed to treat them. It made them frustrated to think about. That decided to just send a message and see what they wanted, hoping it could just deter them away from Poob.

Yeah, I’m alive! Hehe! <

Sorry for not texting! I just had to visit family! <

 

> Ohhhh! That makes sense.

> Wait you’re not mad at the whole party stuff right?

 

Not at all! <

I already knew you guys didn’t mean it! <

 

> Hah, ok!

> Oh yeah, by the way.

> We’re having a party this Saturday!

> You should come! We miss you dude!

 

Um <

I’m a little busy. :[ <

 

> Oh cmon!

> It’s just going to be a short one!

> You can call it a welcome back party!

> We just want your company.

 

Errr <

I’ll think about it! <

 

> Ok!

> Hope to see you! :)

Poob groaned as they put their put down. Great. Their friend was trying to rope them to another party. They hated it. They especially hated themselves for even thinking about going. It was a while since they took a break from partying. Honestly, not having to be rowdy every night did something to them for the better. It helped them clear out their mind for a bit. But now they had this problem to also think about. They wanted to just say ‘I don’t want to party’, but man did their mediocre persuasion somehow always get to them. It just made them feel like a push over’s ideal person. They sighed as they thought about it, up until they heard someone walk into the den. Pest had came back, someone that Poob could focus on instead. Pest walked over to where Poob was, giving them a wave while not questioning their position.

“ …Hello. “ Pest greeted, waving at Poob.

 

“ Oh, Hai! “ Poob said, getting back up.

 

Pest looked at the duffle bag on his bed. “ You’re ready to go now, huh? “

 

“ Yep! I was just waiting for you to get back, heh! “ Poob said. “ Mostly because I just want to say…Thank you. For everything you’ve done for me so far. You really didn’t have to do everything the past 2 weeks. “

 

“ …No problem. “ Pest said.

Pest sat down next to Poob, both immediately getting quiet again. It was awkard to say the least. Pest was mostly waiting for the inevitable to happen, where Poob would get up, say goodbye, and leave. Something inside of him made him feel a little saddened. He could ask Poob to stay just a little longer, but they were probably ready to go to to their home. He looked down for a little while, up until he heard Poob’s phone ding again. He looked over as he saw Poob read something, their mood dropping in front of his eyes.

“ …Is something wrong? “ He asked.

 

“ …My friends. They want me to got to another party this Saturday. “ Poob said. “ I told them I was busy but…ugh, they just won’t listen. “

 

“ あのバカたち。 “ { Those idiots. } He muttered. 

 

“ …I don’t know if I should even go. I don’t want them to potentially make me do something. They’re making my head a mess right now… “ Poob said. 

 

“ …I have an idea. “ Pest said.

 

“ …Yeah? “ Poob looked up, wondering what Pest would say.

 

“ …Go to the party. Just go. “ Pest said. “ …But don’t do what they say. Don’t give in to them. Tell them what you feel about them. Tell them right on their faces that you’re done. Tell the, that you’re over with them.  “

 

“ … “ Poob shuttered in an uncomfortable matter, not really getting into the idea. “ 

…I could…but…I’m just scared. “ 

 

“ …I can come with you. “ Pest suggested. 

 

“ No! No! I mean, you really don’t have to do that! You’ve already done so much for me! I’m just…I don’t know. I don’t want to end up giving in to them. “ Poob said.

 

“ …Hey, look at me. “ Pest said, holding onto Poob’s hands. “ you want to know what you can do if they’re not listening to you? “

 

“ … “ Pook shook their head, not getting what Pest was implying.

 

“ …Make them listen to you. Make them listen to you no matter what. “ Pest said. “ 

…Even if it means hurting them in the end. “

 

“ Woah hey! We don’t need to get violent! “ Poob said, trying to dismiss the advice.

 

“ …You might have to resort to it. Anything to get them off of you. “  Pest said. “ Just think about it, ok? “

 

“ …ok. “ Poob said. 

The two sat there in silence. Pest held onto Poob’s hands, looking at them. The bandages where still there, mostly to cover up what happened underneath. It was getting too uncomfortably quiet for the two, leaving Poob to pipe up and try to keep the two from being awkward.

“ …Hey Pest? “ Poob spoke.

 

“ …Yeah? “ Pest said.

 

“ …You’re really nice. Like, really nice. “  Poob said. “ …I’m really glad we managed to be friends. “

 

“ …Same. “ Pest responded.

 

“ Do you think we…We can be friends for a long time? “ Poob asked. 

 

“ …I hope so. “ Pest said.

 

“ I hope so too! It’s not to be with you! “ Poob said.

The two looked at each other during the conversation, both cracking a small smile. Poob shuffled a little close to Pest, grabbing his other hand. A bit of blush had appeared on their face, their mind now getting foggy with thoughts about Pest. Suddenly, they leaned over to Pest, kissing him on his mouth. Pest was taken aback, freezing in shock from Poob’s actions. He didn’t know to react for feel, but none of what was on his kind was anything negative. He kissed back, making sure his mandibles didn’t end up pinching their mouth. His face was beginning to go red, feeling that same crushing feeling. Poob pulled out for a minute to get some air, getting more comfortable on Pest’s lap before returning to the kiss. 

 

Both of them softly moaned as the kiss turned into a make out session, exchanging each other’s saliva. Both of them could only focus on the other, wither it was the way they’d make noises or the feeling of their mouth. Poob slowly started to grind onto Pest, making him moan louder. It felt so hot. The feeling of lust took over the two very quickly…This was just lust right? That was what Poob started to slowly question as they kept making out with Pest. Why the hell did they even do this in the first place? Why the hell did they suddenly end up in this sort of position with Pest? Was this even an act of love? Did Pest see this as an act of love? The lustful feeling turned to confusion. They didn’t know if this was what they really wanted or…just something their thoughts wanted them to think of what they wanted. They pulled out again from Pest soon enough, both of them panting and trying to catch a breath from the session. 

“ I’m…I’m so sorry I… “ Poob tried to think of an explanation. Something to explain on their sudden move on him.

 

“ …I should…I should leave right now. “ Poob said, getting up and grabbing their bag,

Pest sat there in silence. Christ was that something else. He didn’t even notice that Poob was trying to leave. That was just…so unexpected and amazing. He quickly snapped out of it, realizing what Poob had said. He looked over as Poob started to head off, keeping his silence. He wanted to say something. A ‘wait’ or ‘come back’. But he was still star struck. He quickly buried his face in his hands as soon as he saw that Poob had fully left. Curse his stupidity. He started to wonder why Poob even stopped in the first place. Was it his fault? Did he do something? He tried to figure out something he could’ve caused, but it all went to dead tracks. He figured he could just text Poob about it, just to make sure it wasn’t his fault.

 

Meanwhile, Poob was walking to the subway. They mumbled curses at themselves, feeling so stupid and idiotic for what they did. They DEFINITELY shouldn’t have done that. They didn’t even know why they did it. Of course there was a hint of love in their actions, but they felt like Pest would’ve taken it the wrong way. They covered their darkened face as they waited for the subway to come pick them up, feeling like shit. However…it did feel good at the same time. God did they wish they tried to keep it up for a little longer, even if it would’ve made them regret it. All the ‘idiot’ and ‘dumbass’ remarks at themselves made them forget about their main issue, only realizing until a minute later that they still had one issue to take care of. They looked back at their phone, going to the messages between them and their friend. They thought about Pest’s advice carefully for a while, thinking if it was even a good idea. After a bit, they decided what was best.

 

They had to confront all of them.

Notes:

My head hurts.

Heads up though, the last few chapters are going to be very venty and have dark themes.

Chapter 15: Fight

Summary:

As Poob heads to the first party they've been to in weeks, they prepare for a confrontation between their friends.

This was going to be a nasty fight for sure.

Notes:

TW: Nonconsensual touching, violence, and mentions of self harm and suicide. Read at your own risk.

This chapter is dedicated to all my friends who were a piece of shit to me.

Poob stared at themselves in the mirror. They checked every party fo themselves. Their hair was fixed up. Their outfit was comfortable enough. And thier party hat was in its usual place. They didn’t really have a reason to do this, other than to stall themselves some time. They had a lot to look forward to for tonight. The party, the socializing, and the confrontation. They shuddered over the thought, but it had to be done. For once in their life, they had to say no. They had to stand up for themselves. And they couldn’t let their friends and their thoughts control them. They looked at the time on their phone. The party would start 30 minutes from now, so they had to head over now. They gave one last good look at themselves in the mirror, before heading off and pressing on the regretevator button. They wait for a while, anxiously tapping their foot. Maybe something good can happen tonight. Maybe. 

 

The doors of the elevator opened, letting Poob go in. They stood in the corner of the small room, watching as the doors closed on them. The elevator space seemed so tight and claustrophobic, even if it was just so empty. Actually, it wasn’t as empty as Poob would’ve thought. Wallter was also in the elevator, noticing the noob walking right in. He already had a few problems to think about, so he didn’t pay much attention to Poob. What made him get out of his thoughts was noticing how their actions seemed off. Their nervous look and foot tapping made him feel a sense of worry for them, wanting to know what was making Poob so worried.

“ …Something wrong my fellow? “ He asked. 

 

“ Ah! It’s nothing! I’m uh…Just nervous! “ Poob said. “ I didn’t go to a party in so long so I’m just jittery! 

 

“ Oh! Well isn’t that fun. “ Wallter said with a smile. “ How long has it been? “

 

“  few weeks? I honestly forgot! I’m just worried about it… “ Poob said, looking away from the concrete man.

 

“ …Well, Poob. “ Wallter started. “ I don’t know what exactly makes it a problem…but please don’t make a big fuss to the point it worries you! I’m sure the party you will go to will be lovely. “

 

“ …I hope so. “ Poob said quietly.

The two waited as each floor was shown, only building up more of Poob’s anxiety. They were at least glad the elevator was taking its sweet time to get to their floor. They watched as people came by and went, even having to say goodbye to Wallter when he got off to the 3008 floor. Each floor passed by…until the floor they were supposed to get off revealed itself. They say the doors open to the night sky, seeing a house in the far distance with lights escaping the windows and faint music blasting. They were so hesitant to get off at first, slowly walking out and heading to the house. Their thoughts were going haywire, making them feel so unfocused and disoriented. It was like they were willingly walking to an obvious trap. They had to take a minute to sit down on the porch of the house, still wondering if it was even a good idea. They could hear people loudly talking and having the time of their life inside, ironically making them feel a sense of calm. It reminded them of what made them start partying for so long. The loud noises of fun were so soothing and made them distracted from their pain even for a while. They wished it stayed like that. They wished they never came out about their issues with their friends. They just wished they had their only ‘good’ mechanism not tainted by their issues. They just wished it was as fun as before.

 

Poob stepped inside the house, not getting much attention from the other party guests. It was exactly what they wanted. Not to be noticed or given as much attention as possible. They didn’t want people to circle around them, and possibly have to confront their friends sooner than expected. They just wanted to blend with the other people. They walked over to the snack bar and fixed themselves a plate and a cup of soda, sitting down on a couch and watching everyone have fun talking to each other and playing around. It gave them a chuckle, reminding them of how they used to be. Oh how they missed just having innocent fun at parties. They could still remember when they realized how parties were so helpful when it came to their issues. It probably wasn’t the healthiest, but it made them the happiest. At least they didn’t have to place a blade anywhere on their skin. It was such a shame that it was all ruined. All that parties did now was make them feel disgusted and ashamed. Mostly from the “help” their friends would do. God did it just feel so shameful. Maybe now they could get everything over with. Maybe when this was over, they could finally go back to their coping mechanism. They just wanted to-

“ Hey dude! I didn’t see you! “

Poob’s eyes shot wide open, looking at who was greeting them. Great, it was them. One of their friends. Seeing how isolated Poob’s sitting of choice was, it was bound for them to be spotted so easily. They were holding a cup as well, sitting down right next to them. A sense of panic ran over their body, now knowing what had to come. They could already see that their warm smile was trying to hide some malicious intent. They knew what they wanted, and it disgusted them. They gave a small wave, trying to think of something they should say in case they even try to make a move,

“ So, howya been!? I haven’t seen ya in a while! “ They said.

 

“ Uh, I’ve been doing just fine! I just needed to visit some family, heh. “ Poob replied, drinking some of their soda.

 

“ Oh, I getcha! It must’ve been a fun stay huh? “ They asked.

 

“ Yep! I missed them so much. It was just great to see them again! “ Poob exclaimed.

 

“ Mhm! Me and the gang missed ya too dude! Partying just got boring with you. “ They said.

 

“ …Yeah, I missed you guys too. “ Poob said, their voice starting to lower.

 

“ Mhm! Oh uh, by the way. You’re not like, angry about us coming to your apartment right? “ They asked,

 

“ …Uh, no. Not at all! Totally. “ Poob replied, their nerves now being played with from the mention of their apartment.

 

“ Cool then! We did leave a huge mess but it probably wasn’t much of a problem with you, right? “ They asked. 

 

“ …no. “ Poob said.

 

“ Cool! Say…this party is getting a little boring. You wanna know what we should do? “ their friend asked, their warm smile now feeling a little more sinister.

 

“ ... “ Poob shook their head in response, lying about not knowing.

 

“ Ah, no problem! I could just give you a reminder yknow. “ They said, giving a small wink.

Poob watched as their friend placed their hand on their thigh, still giving them that smile. God, that awful smile was a mask of perversion. They could feel their hand going up their thigh, getting more uncomfortable and gross. Their eyes darted around to see if anyone was noticing. Nobody seemed to see their situation, having more attention on the party itself. They needed to get them to back off. Anything. Anything just so they could get their dirty hands off of them.

“ …stop. “ Poob muttered.

 

“ …huh? “ Poob’s friend was confused, letting their own hand rest on their thigh.

 

Poob could feel themselves heavily breathing, the anxiety coming back up. “ …Please…just stop. “

 

“ Oh cmon, really? “ Their friend said, their disappointment showing. “ How come dude? “

 

“ I don’t- …I don’t want this. Not right now. “ Poob said. “ Just let me enjoy the party. “

 

“ Pfft, dude. You’re killing off the mood. “ They said.

 

“ I’m not trying to! I don’t need this right now. I’m fine already, the party is helping me relax. “ Poob said.

 

“ C'mon dude, how about this? It’ll be real quick, promise! Just trust me. “ Their friend’s hand started to move again, putting Poob to their last straw.

 

“ I said STOP! “

Their friend immediately pulled their hand back, their expression showing their shock at Poob’s reaction. People close to the two took notice at the shouting, looking over to see the commotion. Poob could feel themselves getting embarrassed. Just great, they caused some people to see the mess.the needed to get it over with, standing up and looking at their ‘friend’. Their glaring face looked at the other with such disgust, shaking as the soda started to spill all over their hand.

“ Dude, what’s your problem!? “ Their friend asked.

 

“ What's MY problem!? What’s YOUR problem!? Why do you and the rest of the group always insist on doing this!? I don’t need this right now! “ Poob yelled.

 

“ I…Dude, can you just stop? You’re causing a scene. “ They said.

 

“ Why should I!? You can’t even listen to me! NONE of you guys can listen to me! “ Poob shouted.

 

“ We have! Why do you think we’ve been trying to help with your problems!? “ Their friend shouted back.

 

“ You think THIS is helping me!? All you guys ever done for me is pretend to care and then get me to do dirty things for you guys! “ 

 

 

Poob’s shaking got worse, ignoring anyone else that was near them. More people started to notice what was going on, making an even bigger circle to see what the fuss was about. People were whispering to each other, trying to figure out what was even going on. Some people even decided to pull out their phones and record everything. Someone managed to step out of the circle. Making Poob notice them. It was another friend, the person they had a hookup with at the last party they went to. They could feel their anger rising up, their breathing getting worse.

“ Hey, knock it off guys! “ Their other friend said. “ Why are you two even shouting!? You’re ruining the party! “

 

“ I’m tired, that’s why! “ Poob shouted. “ I’m tired of how you guys treat me! I’m tired of how you guys just saw my problems as some ‘opportunity’! I’m so tired of you guys! “

 

“ We never did Poob! We’re just helping you out! “ Their friend protested.

 

“ SHUT UP! Just shut up! I’m tired of this! Just listen to me for once! That’s all I’m asking! You guys never try to listen to me! Every time I’m here you guys always try to say that I should do gross things for you guys! “

 

“ Yes! It did help! For a while! But it’s not anymore! And you guys can’t even seem to accept that! You guys don’t even listen to me anymore! “

 

“ And YOU! “ Poob pointed to their other friend, their hand shaking with rage. “ You did the same thing at the last party I went to! I told you I didn’t want to do anything but you just had to insist it was for the better! “

 

“ You want to know what it REALLY did instead!? It made me feel like shit! I tried to fucking kill myself for crying out loud! But you didn’t even notice until you needed me to have fun with! “

 

“ I can’t fucking do it anymore! I hate it! I FUCKING hate it! I just want what we had before! I just want us to party like how we did before! I don’t want to keep fucking you guys to feel better! It’s not even doing it for me anymore! I’m sick and tired! “

 

“ Just put it in your fucking heads already! I’m done! I’m fucking done! You guys are the worst! The worst people I’ve ever partied with! I don’t care what happens to you guys, I’m done! “

…everyone was silent. Almost everyone in the house was dead still, watching everything go down. Poob was pissed. Pissed at their friends. Pissed at their actions. Pissed at themselves for letting them act like this to them for so long. They didn’t even care anymore. They needed to tell them right to their faces. Even if it was in front of strangers. They could feel their head getting foggy, tears now streaming down their face. They were fed up. They had enough. They didn’t want to be in the house anymore. They just wanted to go home and cry. At least their ‘friends’ heard about their feelings. That was the only good thing they could actually do for once in their lives. Poob couldn’t handle it anymore, they slowly turned around to leave. There was nothing that could make them stay now. Their ‘friend’ noticed Poob trying to leave, getting up to try to lure them back.

“ Poob, wait! “ They shouted, grabbing onto Poob’s hand. 

 

Poob looked back, their Horner hand curling up to a fist.

 

“ DON'T TOUCH ME! “

Everything soon became a blur. All that Poob could see was red in their eyes. They couldn’t control themselves now. Their ‘friends’ weren’t going to play with them anymore like some doll. It was over. The prey was going to fight back. People yelled out certain phrases, all of it going in and out of Poob’s ear. They could feel what they were doing during the commotion, and god did it feel good. They could feel the yelps, the begging and pleas for them to stop, and their hands giving the ‘friend’ who dared to grab them the beating they so deserved. Nobody was able to stop them. They pushed off anyone who tried to stop them, not even caring if someone called the police on them. They needed to leave their ‘friend’ on the ground like a broken toy. Just like all the nights when they would fuck them and leave them on the floor to take care of their own messes. 

 

Poob could soon feel them not being able to fight back anymore, their own blurry mind trying to process that they were most likely losing consciousness. The blood Poob managed to get out stained their hands, leaking into the bandages that were used to hide the last time they got this angry. They felt someone tackle them down, trying to give them the same beating Poob gave to their ‘friend’. They yelled out in pain as they managed to see who was now trying to beat the life out of them. They could see glimpses of their other ‘friend’, yelling at them things that were incoherent. They didn’t understand. What gave them a right to do this? What made them think they were even entitled to defend the other monster that was horribly injured. The punching and scratching they did on Poob wasn’t going to make them stop. It fueled the anger they had inside of them. This wasn’t going to make their rage cool down.

 

With a struggle, Poob managed to pin down their other ‘friend’. It was Poob towering over them now, having the sense of control they probably had when they wanted to play with their body. They yelled out more things at their other ‘friend’, the yelling being chalked up to pure gibberish. The gibberish yelling didn’t make their anger any less apparent, now being able to give the person below them what they truly deserved. Every punch that was laid onto them was just a small payback to their doings. A reminder that their perversion let up to this. They had no right to even lay a finger to Poob right now. They deserved what they were getting, even if they bled out to death from it.

 

Poob managed to back down from the other ‘friend’, wiping off some of the blood that started to trickle down their own injuries. Some people were already trying to tend to their wounds, yelling out curses and freaking out. Poob didn’t want to stay any longer. Their main goal was done. They managed to send a message that was literally put onto their ‘friends’ heads. Slowly, they limped out of the house, ignoring everyone trying to get them to come back. Their energy being put into their rage made them feel weak and tired, just wanting to get back to their home. They could see the regretevator in the distance getting closer, just hoping that nobody was inside. They were at least glad nobody ran out to grab them. They didn’t need anymore problems. They pressed onto the button of the regretevator, waiting for the doors to open for them. It took a while, but the regretevator let out a ding as the doors opened. Nobody seemed to be inside, giving Poob a sense of relief. They weakly stepped inside, giving one last look at the house as the doors closed. They could hear the party music get shut off, an indicator that the party was now officially over. Not like they cared.

 

The ride home was quiet. They didn’t really want to do anything. The pain they felt just made them pissed off. But at least they weren’t as injured as their two ‘friends’. They were just grateful it would only take themselves to get all fixed up. They perked up as the elevator doors opened to their apartment, limping in as the blood trickled down onto the floor. Poob walked to their bathroom, grabbing out a green checkered box from their medicine cabinet. They limped onto their couch and sat down, putting the medkit on their lap. They got out some hydrogen peroxide and bandages, getting ready to tend to their own wounds. The stinging sensation that the hydrogen peroxide gave them followed by the bandages covering up their injuries soothed them. They felt a little better, although still weak. They took off their hoodie and inspected the blood that had stained it, figuring they would just wash it later. Most of it wasn’t even theirs. After a bit of sitting around and doing nothing, Poob got up to go to their bed. They walked over to their bedroom, making sure their phone was connected to its charger before going to bed. They noticed that someone was trying to message them, but couldn’t even care less. They shut their phone off so they didn’t have to deal with it. Poob gently slid under the covers of their bed, wanting the bed to cradle them in its warmth so they could rest.

 

All they wished now was to sleep and never wake up ever again.

Notes:

Sorry for the next chapter by the way.

Chapter 16: Window

Summary:

Poob doesn't know what to do now. Their life seemed to be going downhill, all because of something they couldn't control.

Maybe a glimpse of a window will help.

Notes:

TW: self harm, suicide, and blackmailing.

This was. Something to write.

How long has it been? Days? Weeks? Months? …it was obvious it had been days, but it didn’t feel like it to Poob. They couldn’t get up from their bed the last few days. Every time they tried, they were tucked right back in. I mean, what was even the point of getting up? They had nothing to look forward to. Nothing could really get them to get up and be a little productive. They weren’t able to change clothes, take care of themselves, eat anything, nothing. They pretty much stared at nothing and slept all day. They felt so horrible, too horrible to even look after themselves. They wanted their bed to just consume them, turn it into their own coffin. Curiosity did get the best of them though, being able to muster up enough energy to do something in their phone. They usually just wrote on it as an alternative to their diary, but other than that there wasn’t much use for it. The only thing that was on their mind was a way to just die right that second. That, and their sexual thoughts that would come and go. Every time they came it just made them shudder in disgust, wanting to vomit out their empty stomach. It was too much to put their focus on, but it still persisted like any other day. That’s when they heard their phone ring out a notification. Someone must’ve finally noticed that they were gone for so long. Maybe it was Infected? Split? Maybe even Pest? They wanted to know, turning on their phone and seeing the message that was sent to them.

> Dude.

> I heard what you did at that party.

> What the fuck is genuinely wrong with you.

…ah. One of their ‘friends’ had texted them after so long. Luckily it was just someone that wasn’t there at the party. Or lucky for them, because Poob would’ve definitely hurt them that day like what they did to their other ‘friends’ in the group. They were too tired to try to argue with them. Or try to explain to them fully about their own feelings. Poob thought about what to even respond for a while, trying to figure out what would even be a good response. It wasn’t like this ‘friend’ was going to also listen. They took a deep breath as they tried to text back a response, already knowing how bad things would turn out.

> Well?

> Are you gonna answer?

 

Leave me alone <

They should’ve told you about what happened <

I don’t care about all of you anymore <

I’m done with you guys <

 

> Seriously?

> What the fuck dude.

> You literally made a big issue over nothing.

> You fucking embarrassed us in front of everyone.

> Do you even feel guilty about it?

 

I should be the one asking that <

You guys are assholes <

I hate you guys so much <

I don’t want to see you guys ever again <

Just leave me alone before I have to block you guys <

 

> .

> Fine.

> Leave.

> Go fuck off then.

> Go see who still likes you after that.

 

Fuck you <

I don’t need you guys anyways <

My life would’ve been better if I never met all of you <

I trusted you with something so personal <

I trusted all of you <

I thought you guys were better than this <

 

>  Whatever.

> Y'know we only kept you for sex right?

> We litterally don’t give a fuck about you.

> We would’ve dumped you ages ago.

> You such a idiotic whore.

 

I know that <

I’m not a fucking idiot <

You don’t need to rub it in

 

> lol.

> Why don’t you go cry and slit your wrists like last time.

> See who would come looking for you then.

> Actually.

> I wouldn’t care if you killed yourself right now.

> You’d be better off dead right now.

> Slut.

 

I said leave me alone <

I don’t want to talk anymore <

 

> Take a pic of it lol.

> Maybe it’ll feed your stupid attention seeking.

> .

> Actually.

> I just remembered the photos from over the months.

> Y’know what would be funny right now?

…No. They couldn’t be implying what they were implying. Poob shot up from their bed, panicking from the potential reality that they were fucked. They scrolled up the text history to look at the photos their friend took of them over the months. Every single image made them want to die. It was another burning reminder to their skin that they were gross and perverted. But now there was a potential danger that those photos of their most vulnerable state would be leaked. Tears started to fall down as their panic took over their mind. They couldn’t let them do whatever they were planning to do. They couldn’t imagine everyone finding out about their shitty life. They couldn’t let them see the reality of their issues in one humiliating photo. They needed to make them stop on their plans. They couldn’t let that bastard ruin what little they had left in their stupid life.

Don’t you fucking dare <

Don’t you FUCKING dare <

 

> Lol.

> Not like you can do anything.

> Unless you wanna come over and make a compromise?

 

… <

I see <

I’m not coming over <

I’m not falling for it <

I know what you want to do if I do come over <

Don’t fucking do what I think you’re planning to do < 

 

> Lmao.

> We know like.

> A few of your friends.

> They’d be disgusted if they saw what their friend was doing in secret.

> Being a pathetic whore behind their backs?

> Do you think they’d want to associate with you?

> Anyways.

> Have fun.

> :)

Poob stared at the last few messages, their mind racing with fear. They wanted curl up in a ball. Or scream into nothing. Or harm that frie- no. That wasn’t a friend. That was a monster. A monster that was going to try to ruin their life just for wanting to escape. Poob couldn’t handle it anymore. All this time of trying to set up an image of being the light of the room would be shattered. What did they even do it deserve it? Being too trustful? Believing people actually loved them? Their chokes and sobs filled up their room, just wanting to scream until their throat croaked. They tried to think of anything that would distract them from this shitty problem. A problem that would ruin every chance they had of returning to a normal routine in their life. But nothing that they wanted to think about was what they wanted. In fact, their stupid hypersexual thoughts came back just to kick their already weak body. Ther mind flashed with thoughts of panic and how they could be caressed and touched. It was disgusting. It made them feel more like shit. They wanted to escape everything. They wanted to escape their reality and their mind. There was nowhere they could go that would make them feel safe. 

 

Unless they took a permanent solution.

 

Slowly, Poob managed to get themselves out of their bed. They felt so weird and pain from how they were in the almost same position for days. They scanned around the room, spotting their diary in the distance. They grabbed onto it, flipping the pages to a page that was blank. This diary mean so much to them. They needed to make one last entry to it. Something to explain about why they did it. They grabbed a pencil nearby, getting ready to write. The world shut off around them as they wrote and wrote, putting all their focus to the diary. Tears would occasionally fall down onto the paper and smudge the graphite, but Poob didn’t care. They needed to get it done. The stopped once the page was full, reading it over and over again.they weren’t even trying to find any mistakes. They just needed to see if it was coherent enough for someone who would read it one day. They were soon satisfied with the result, getting read to close their diary. But they remembered one more thing, something else to add in the diary. They flipped to the very last page, writing one more entry. They knew who the entry was for, they just wished they would read it one day. With a final sentence written out, they closed their diary for the last time. While they wrote their entry, they thought about what they could do. Everytime they attempted to end everything forever, it always failed. But there was one thing they haven’t tried. One thing that would most likely give them the result they wanted.

 

Meanwhile, Pest was outside of the regretevator in the subway station. To be honest, he just started to notice that Poob was missing. He thought that they must’ve just been on the regretevator at different times then him, but he noticed that other people started to wonder where the noob went. He was starting to get worried, especially since they never really disappeared without warning. They were starting to get impatient, waiting for the regretevator to hurry up. After what seemed like forever, the regretevator doors opened, letting him step inside. Lampert and Bive were talking to eachother in the elevator, mostly about how Bive really needed a shower. Pest didn’t pay much attention to it, standing on a corner to avoid the two. He watched as every floor came and went, wondering when Poob’s apartment would show up. He noticed that Lampert went quiet because of a notification on his phone, watching as he got it out and turned it on with a sense of confusion. He would’ve just gone back to looking at the floors that went by, but Lampert seemed to react in an off manner. Almost like he was disturbed by what he saw. He watched as he started to murmur some stuff to Bive who also noticed Lampert’s disturbed reaction. Pest was trying to hear what Lampert was trying to say, one name standing out from the murmuring.

 

Poob’s name.

 

He started to get an uneasy feeling. Something bad must’ve happened to them if Lampert was trying to whisper whatever he got to Bive. He was starting to panic, fearing the worst had happened to Poob. The last time he knew Poob was going to go to that stupid party. Did something happen to them there? Did their sorry excuses of ‘friends’ do something vile to them? He needed to find out now. He got out his phone to call Poob. He probably should’ve done this sooner, but now is the second best timing to check up on Poob. They just needed to know what happened, or even if they were ok. He tapped in his foot as the phone started to ring, praying to whatever god he could think of that Poob would pick up. After a while, they heard the phone on the other line being picked up, giving a sigh of relief that Poob managed to pick up.

“ …Hello? “ Poob spoke.

 

“ Poob, It’s me. Pest. “ Pest said.

 

“ …Oh. Hey Pest. “ Poob said, their voice sounded drained and tired.

 

“ Hey, Listen. Are you ok? I haven’t seen you in the elevator for days now. “ Pest asked.

 

“ … “ Poob didn’t answer, trying hard not to cry over hearing Pest’s voice. They shouldn’t have made him worried, not him.

 

“ …Poob? Are you there? “ Pest asked.

 

“ …Yeah? “ Poob replied.

 

“ …What happened? Are you ok? “ Pest asked.

 

“ …I don’t…I can’t… “ Poob couldn’t respond. Their head was getting more foggy.

 

“ …Poob? '' Pest called out. He could feel Lampert and Bive now staring at him over mentioning Poob’s name, still wondering what the hell they were talking about when mentioning Poob.

 

“ … “ Poob took a shaky breath. A small sob could be heard. “ …I’m sorry. “

 

“ Huh, what? '' Pest asked, confused on Poob’s words.

 

Before he could even react, the phone hung up.

Poob shut off their phone, tears still flowing as they put down the device. Nothing could stop them now. It was over. Their life would get worse if they were breathing for even another second. They couldn’t handle it anymore. There was nothing that made it worth living anymore. Their head was clouded in such disgusting thoughts and anxiety from what those monsters were going to do. It was time they left for good. It was time they escaped their miserable life. They walked all over their apartment, getting one last look at it. The party decorations that strum around felt a little more calm than every other day. It was like it was celebrating their decision. A last party to send them farewell. It made them happy, but it wouldn’t help them in the long run. They walked over to a window, opening it to feel the breeze. It was lovely. The warm summer wind gave them a nice hug. A hug that they desperately needed.

 

Poob climbed onto the window, sitting on its sill. They looked up at the sky, appreciating the scenery. The sun was setting down, leaving an orange sky that was being overcomed by the night's dark blue sky. A few stars started to appear, dancing with each other as their dim lights shined. Poob could see just how high up they were. It was a long way below to the ground, looking more empty than it usually was. Their feet dangled as it waited for the inevitable to come. Poob could hear a lot going on too. It wasn’t going to be a quiet fall, but the noise was lively. They could hear children playing with each other, not having to worry about what the real world was like. They could hear a family or two having a gathering, embracing each other for another year of them having each other to look after. They could even hear the faint sound of party horns, people singing, and someone celebrating their birthday. It was funny. Someone was celebrating another year of life on the same day they would end theirs. It almost felt ironic. They let themselves enjoy what they saw one more time. The view let them see the joy they used to have, the joy that was taken away from them.

 

Pest started to panic now. He tried to call Poob again, trying to get them to pick up the phone. But everytime he tried the phone would just send him an automated message that Poob wasn’t taking any calls. He started to look back to the call, slowly realizing some things about Poob during the call. The small sounds of their sobs, the way they acted, and the chilling last words. It gave him a sick gut feeling. He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to get to Poob now. He grabbed out his wallet, counting the coins he had. Luckily they were enough to purchase a floor ticket. He went up to the elevator buttons, shoving his coins in the coin slot as fast as he could. He couldn’t care less if anyone else in the elevator was looking at him weird. He needed to get to Poob fast. He managed to put enough coins in, getting a floor ticket. He put the floor ticket back in, punching the buttons for the regretevator to get to Poob’s apartment. The fear drove him crazy, waiting as the seconds ticked down. Everything started to go blank for their head, not knowing if Poob was even physically ok. The doors opened with a ding, letting Pest go inside. He looked around the apartment trying, to find Poob. He could hear himself yelling out Poob’s name, the fear overcoming their body. Their memories at this point started to get fuzzy, not letting him remember what happened during the search.

All he remembered was seeing a figure on a window.

 

Followed by a thud.

Notes:

The scariest thing isnt how the chapter ends, it's how the conversation between Poob and their ex friend was a 1:1 recreation of my conversations with horrible people over the years.

Maybe I am a little screwed in the head.

Chapter 17: Diary

Summary:

A year goes by since that party happened. The party that changed Pest's views towards Poob. It seemed crazy on how fast time went by. Even if he's all roughed up since then, theres something that he was finally able to do.

That being getting his hands on Poob's diary.

Notes:

TW: self harm, suicide, blackmail, and unhealthy coping mechanisms such as alcoholism and smoking.

Posting this chapter while listening to 'The Fastest Love Song' was really bittersweet honestly. I wish I could re-experince how that felt. Thank you for sticking to the end.

This chapter is over 5000 words long, the longest chapter of this fic. I didnt think this fic would become the longest fic on regretevAO3 (that isnt a one shot collection), but I guess that happens when you lock in.

Anyways, enjoy.

Quiet. Cold. Dark. That’s how you would describe the subway. In the location lies a familiar insect, Pest. He was leaning next to the subway’s vending machine, puffing out some smoke from a cigarette in his hand. It had been a while since he was in this particular location. He honestly forgot what the subway was like. It wasn’t like he was going to board on a subway though. He was waiting for the infamous regretevator to arrive, an elevator that he didn’t go to for months. He looked at the calendar on his phone as he waited. Today was an ordinary day for most people. But today was different for Pest. It’d been a year since Poob invited him to that party. That stupid party. He remembered Wallter’s words very well. He was right. Just that one party changed his views on Poob. It was so gut wrenching. He didn’t really know how to react.

 

Mostly because of Poob’s suicide.

 

He couldn’t remember how it went at first. The memories were too painful and blurry to process. Everything had to piece together over memory gaps and nightmares he would have since then. He remembered how panicked he was to get to Poob’s apartment. He remembered running in and trying to search for the noob. He remembered spotting Poob sitting on a window sill, running up to them to try to grab them, even if it was a piece of clothing. But it was too late. He was too slow. He remembered the disturbing sound of Poob hitting the ground, the sound that would keep him awake at night. Everything was blurry since, but he could remember bits of himself screaming for Poob, the tears that flowed, the sound of him hitting their apartment floor in disbelief, and the breakdown of his that followed. Next thing he knew, he was at a hospital. He remembered texting Split and Infected about what happened, a doctor coming to him to tell him something related to Poob, and then nothing.

 

Things only went downhill from there. Regular regretevator users, all having some sort of connection to Poob, started to get weird messages from an unknown number. A lot of them opened up what the number sent them in confusion, only to see disturbing and explicit images of Poob. It was so shocking, but even more shocking when the same people heard about what happened to Poob hours or even days later. Pest was one of the people who received them, knowing full well who was behind it. The rage he had was violent and vengeful. He needed to find those monsters that drove Poob to end themselves. He needed to see them dead. He needed to see them beg for forgiveness only to die slowly and painfully. He went to every single party he could think of for weeks, searching for the people that Poob trusted as friends. Only all he could find was…nothing. Nobody in the parties would know where they were. He tried so hard to find them, even dragging Bive to use some of her detective knowledge on the case. But they could never be found. They all just disappeared off the face of the earth after that. He was devastated to know that they would never receive justice. Most likely they were off to find a new victim, someone to treat just like Poob.

 

After his vengeful plans failed, he stopped going out of his den. He isolated himself from the world, only going out to buy essentials. He wouldn’t respond to anyone, not even Poob’s closest friends. He missed everything that they invited him to go to. He never got to say Poob his final goodbye, or see them get buried. He never went to help Split and Infected make a memorial for Poob in their apartment. And he never once went out to pay his respects. He just didn’t want to see anyone after what happened. He started to go back to his old coping mechanisms. There were nights where all he could do was make himself bleed over the guilt of not saving Poob. He thought about what he could’ve done. He should’ve gone with Poob at that party. He should’ve noticed they were gone from day one. And He should’ve ran a little faster to grab Poob just in time. Every slice of a blade punished him further, reminding him that he could’ve done something. Eventually, cutting wasn’t enough. He started to regularly drink and smoke, keeping himself influenced on something just so the guilt could be numbed out. There were times where he even thought of joining Poob. It was too painful to live without them, he needed to see them again. 

 

However, He never actually tried. It was like something kept him from doing what Poob did. Everytime he thought about it, something in his gut would tell him to not do it. Something would always happen that would keep him from committing. And on one particular day, he was grateful for that. One day while watching the news, he saw an incident about a party being destroyed beyond repair from a meteor shower. Some images of the victims were shown, and among them were the monsters that preyed upon Poob. He didn’t know how to react, mostly from how drunk he was at the time. But as days went by, he started to celebrate that they were long gone. Poob would never come back. But those freaks got what they deserved. He didn’t know what happened between Poob’s death and their death. He didn’t know if they lived peacefully, started to gain guilt, or tried to persuade people just like Poob to do their bidding. But he just hoped the deaths they had were more horrendous and painful than what Poob went through. He thought of the incident being intentionally done by the universe, being angered by how the world made Poob end themselves so early. It was a nice thought, that even the universe wanted to seek revenge.

 

Since then, he was trying to get better. Even if some things were too hard to put down in an instant, He was still able to achieve some things. Currently he was self harm-free for a few weeks, hoping the streak would last longer. And now, There was something that made him prepared to get out of his den for once since the incident months ago. Apparently, the higher ups of the regretevator had to cut some floors in order to add new ones. Poob’s apartment was one of the floors chosen to be cut. It was heartbreaking news for everyone that visited their apartment to take care of it, but it had to be done at some point. Split texted him a week ago if he could try to visit Poob’s apartment one more time, just so he didn’t have to feel guilty when the floor was removed. Of course, Pest agreed. He wasn’t going to miss something related to Poob. Not again. Before he left for today though, he grabbed a jacket that was left in a corner for so long. It was the same jacket he gave to Poob during that party. Something about wearing the jacket gave Pest the energy to head to the subways. It was like a part of Poob was with him, guiding him along the way. Pest dropped the cigarette as soon as he heard a ding sound, putting it out by stepping on it. He watched as some people got out, soon going in himself. He saw that Split and Infected were there, but didn’t bother to say hi to them. They stood in a corner, thinking about how the day might go.

“ Heya Pest! It’s been so long since we’ve seen you! “ Split said, giving out a wave.

 

“ Yeah beetle dude, it’s sucked seeing you gone for like months. “ Infected said.

 

“ … “ Pest didn’t respond, keeping their silence.

 

“ Were so glad we could meet up again! We would’ve been sad if you left us in the ‘smoke’! “ Split chuckled “ …But seriously, are you ok? You smell like… “

 

“ …I’m doing fine. Don’t worry about the smell. “ Pest said.

 

“ Right! Anyways! You wanna hear the plans we have for today? “ Split asked.

 

Pest nodded, not really wanting to give a vocal response. 

 

“ Ok! “ Split said. “ So! We’re going to go check up on Poob’s apartment! Just so we know it’ll be in good hands before it’s…yeah. We’re going to go clean up where they are for a bit too! Just so it’s all nice and tidy! And after that we can go get something to eat together! “

 

“ …I just want to visit Poob. “ Pest said.

 

“ Seriously? Cmon beetle dude, it’ll be fun! “ Infected said.

 

“ …Im just here for Poob, that’s final. '' Pest said.

 

“ …Right, ok then! “ Split said.

The trio waited in an awkward silence, watching as the floors went by. Pest didn’t really want to hang out with Poob’s closest friends. All they wanted was to see their home one more time, Maybe even see where they were buried. They had no knowledge on where Poob was laid to rest, wanting to know so he could visit them. They needed to repay the months they spent isolated instead of even trying to see Poob. He hoped wherever Poob was, they forgave him for not visiting. A lot of floors passed by, some of the floors made Split and Infected get out while talking to each other. Pest joined them only once when they got out to visit a shop floor. There he bought one thing that he needed to give to Poob; Flower petals. He remembered how embarrassed he was when Split implied he should give them to Poob as a gift. God did he wish to do it again. He would’ve done it with a smile if he could. He held onto the bundle like a baby, not wanting to let go of it. He didn’t want to ruin such a gift for Poob. A gift that he would’ve given to them every day if he had the chance.

 

Soon, they all reached their destination. The doors opened to reveal Poob’s apartment, making all three of them step out. Pest took some notes of it as he got off the elevator. It seemed almost the same. The same blue wall covered the apartment as their party decorations spread all around the room. Only this time, things were more different. Candles were lit in some parts. Beautiful orange and yellow flowers were put all over the place. And there were gifts of all sizes that were left all over the apartment. It was a beautiful sight. Split and Infected took their time around the apartment, talking to each other while reminiscing about the past. Pest didn’t want to follow them. He took his own sweet time looking around, leaving the bundle of flower petals in a safe location to get them later. He looked around the apartment, seeing how decorated each room was. It was very well taken care of, a nice indicator that everyone still loved Poob. Some parts were left mostly empty, one particular place catching his eye. The window. He looked at the window, seeing how bare it was of decorations. He felt a sense of eerie from being so close to it. It was the same one Poob had jumped out of. He hated the sight of it. It made him feel so nauseous. He took a closer step, inspecting it well. The outside of the apartment had the same view as long ago. Or maybe something changed? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to look down below. It’ll trigger something in him. He decided to just stop looking, not wanting to be close to the window any longer. That’s when something caught his eye. He looked to see a particular item that stood out from everything in the apartment, an item he had seen before.

 

Poob’s diary.

 

The dairy was sitting on top of a table. It laid there as its bright colors started catching dust. Pest walked over to the diary, grabbing a hold of it and wiping the dust off. He remembered seeing it for the first time. It was something Pest wanted to snoop into, but never really got the chance. It sometimes drove him crazy on what could’ve been written in. And now he had it. The diary was in his hands. He felt like reading it right then and there. Maybe something was there that would’ve given him more context on Poob’s life. He decided against doing it, at least for now. He put the diary inside of his pocket, figuring he’ll just read it later in a better environment. For now, he still had a lot to do. He grabbed onto the flower petals, sitting down on Poob’s couch and waiting for Split and Infected to come back. He remembered a memory he had on this particular couch, Something that happened when he was helping Poob fix up their apartment. The two had just gotten tired from another day of fixing it up, sitting down together. He remembered how it felt when Poob suddenly started to cuddle him, a feeling that felt so good back then. He wanted to have that feeling again. He wanted to have Poob close to him again. But all that he really had now was the flower petals to keep close to. He kept quiet to himself, feeling the minutes go by. Eventually, he saw Split and Infected come back, both holding some things such as a book and a gift box.

“ Sup beetle dude! Are you ready to dip? “ Infected greeted.

 

“ …Yeah. “ Pest replied.

 

“ Alrighty then! Sorry it took us a while to get back, we just had to make sure we had the last of Poob’s things to keep safe! “ Split said. '' They're all safe and sound with us, at least for the ‘present’! “

 

“ Anyways, let’s go now! Poobz is waiting for us! “ Infected said.

All three of them headed to the regretevator, waiting for it to come by again. The doors opened for them minutes later, letting all three of them go inside. Pest stayed in his corner like last time while Split and Infected kept talking to each other. He didn't have the energy to interact with them like before. He was just waiting to find out which floor was the floor that Poob was in. Floors passed, making him feel more impatient. Sometimes it was like this elevator was intentionally driving him crazy. Soon, the doors opened to a floor, making Split and Infected go quiet. They both stepped out, making Pest infer that this was the spot. The floor was something he had never seen before. There were trees and flowers everywhere. The sun was bright and made the environment warm. And in the distance, he could see a headstone. Split and Infected walked to the headstone while Pest followed right behind them. All three looked at it, reading what was engraved.

[ In loving memory of Party Noob. ]

 

“ …きれいそう. “ { Looks pretty. } Pest muttered,

 

Split chucked at his remark. “ Everyone pitched in to make Poob’s resting place as the best it can be! It was what we could do after…that incident. “

 

Infected nodded. “ I couldn’t believe how that happened to Poobz, or believe anyone could do such a thing. “

 

“ Hey, it’s alright though! “ Split said reassuringly. “ At least everyone managed to get rid of those photos. It’s like it never even existed! “

 

“ Right. “ Infected said. “ …do you think they would enjoy this place if they were still alive? “

 

“ …They would’ve been planning the best party by now. “ Pest said.

 

“ Mhm! The best one in the world! “ Split chuckled.

Everyone put the items they held near the headstone. Infected placed the gift box that he brought on the right, while Split placed one of Poob’s favorite books on the left. Pest took a while to figure out how to place the bundle of flower petals, but he managed to choose the perfect spot. He placed the bundle right in the middle, making sure it was perfectly placed. All three of them sat down near Poob’s headstone, all taking the time to appreciate the scenery. Pest kept his distance from Split and Infected, not really wanting to interact anymore. He listened to them talk about different things, some topics being more interesting than others. He was getting bored, not really knowing what to do now. That’s when he remembered he still had the diary. He pulled it out, inspecting it one more time. He didn’t really want to keep the diary, but he was curious about what it contained. He could just leave it with Poob as soon as he was done. He opened the diary, getting ready to read through it. He knew it would take a long while to read every entry, so he decided to just skim through a few pages. With a little prayer that Poob wouldn’t get pissed off about him snooping through it, he began to read.

[ ENTRY 1: ]

 

[ YES! YES YES YES! Today is the greatest day of my LIFE! I finally got Pest to agree to come with me to the best party ever! He took my invitation and said he would see me that Saturday! I am HYPED!!! I’m hoping it’ll be the greatest experience for him! Maybe he’ll change his mind and want to party with me every day! I can’t wait! ]

[ ENTRY 2: ]

 

[ TODAYS THE DAY! I’m getting ready to go right now, but I just can’t wait until I get back to write here! I have to make this party leave the most lasting impression on him! Pest is going to have so much fun knowing I’m with him! Maybe my friends would let me have the best time of my life with him! I’m getting a little tired just partying with them. Oh well! :D ]

[ ENTRY 3: ]

 

[ I had so much fun with Pest! It was the best thing ever! It’s just that my friends were bugging me again. I don’t know why they were insisting they’d help me on my problems. I was already fine, but they pulled me aside and started to convince me I needed help. I tried to get myself ready in the bathroom like I always do but Pest was hiding there? It was weird, but holy moly did everything after that feel so good. I don’t know if it was me, my stupid thoughts, or those pills, but something about Pest made me fall for him and we ended up having so much fun there. He even took me home right after! And the pancakes he made the next morning were so good! He left a while ago, so that sucks! Anyways, Hanging out with Infected is going well right now! I hope it stays like that! ]

[ ENTRY 4: ]

 

[ STUPID STUPID STUPID! MY BRAINS ALL STUPID! WHY? WHY IS IT DOING THIS? WAS IT BECAUSE OF WHAT WE DID? IS THAT IT? I DON'T WANT THIS! I JUST WANT IT TO SHUT UP! WHAT WOULD PEST EVEN SAY IF HE FOUND OUT WHAT'S GOING IN IN MY HEAD RIGHT NOW? HE’LL THINK I'M GROSS AND AVOID ME AGAIN! I JUST WANT TO BE NORMAL! I JUST WANT TO HAVE SOMETHING NORMAL TO THINK ABOUT! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! LET ME THINK OF PEST NORMALLY! ]

[ ENTRY 5: ]

 

[ I don’t know how to feel. I feel disgusted. I just had to vent to them didn’t I? The party was already going well, why did I have to start opening my mouth? They said they cared for me, but sometimes I don’t feel like they do. Why am I even forcing myself to try to believe this is working? I hate these pills. I hate how it blinds me from how disgusting this is. I’m glad nobody else knows about this. I’m glad this is just a secret. I should just sleep for today. My legs hurt so bad. ]

[ ENTRY 6: ]

 

[ PEST IS COMING OVER! I have to make this party the best party ever! Or make it as best as he would like it. Who ever heard of a quiet party? It’s just going to be the two of us! It’s going to go great! Anyways, how do I make apple pie taste good for a beetle? ]

[ ENTRY 7: ]

 

[ STUPID! That’s how I feel right now! I didn’t know why I let my thoughts control me yesterday. But I didn’t want Pest to leave. I feel gross. He probably thinks I’m a whore for this. Or a creep. Definitely a creep. I’m so sick of myself. I keep thinking dirty thoughts between me and Pest. I swear I’m not trying to be like this. I swear! I just wish I could get rid of it one day. I wish I was normal enough. I wish I wasn’t this disgusting. ]

[ ENTRY 8 ]

 

[ I woke up from a nightmare today. I knew it shouldn’t have been real. Pest was acting really weird. But it still scared me so bad. It makes me feel like that’s how he would react if he found out about those stupid thoughts. Maybe he’ll think I’m a pervert. Maybe he would avoid me after. Or maybe he’ll hate me enough to tell everyone about it. I feel sick. Infected did invite me to hang out with him and Split today. He even suggested I bring Pest with me. I hope nothing bad happens. I hope. ]

[ ENTRY 9: ]

 

[ Woah. This book I was reading today while exploring was so good! It was a thriller book and it got me hooked! Pest was there with me, and we read some of it together! The only problem is that I told him a bit about my friends. I keep ending up putting him near my problems. I feel so bad about it. Maybe I should apologize later. Funny story though! At some point we ended up sleeping together while reading! Maybe the book just bore us out after a while. Spilt and Infected were long gone, so we just went home together. Oops! ]

[ ENTRY 10: ]

 

[ Last party today. Then no more. I just have to avoid my friends for tonight. I have to make this fun for myself. I hope I can have as much fun as I used to. I hope this is going to be the best night I’ve had since a long time.  I want to party like I used to. I want to feel like what I used to months ago. Maybe my friends will understand. Maybe they’ll listen to me. ]

[ ENTRY 11: ]

 

[ It’s been a few days. I tried to kill myself. Again. Pest was the one who found me. He took me to Dr. Retro while I was unconscious. I feel a little numb. I don’t know but I wish I died back there. My friends didn’t even notice I was gone until they needed me again. I feel gross again too. My thoughts won’t leave me alone, even if I’m dying. Would I one day die while these thoughts keep clogging up my mind? I don’t want that to happen. I want to die peacefully. I don’t want to die with the reminder of why I want to die. I just want to ]

[ ENTRY 12: ]

 

[ Oops. I forgot to put more info here. Anyways. A lot more happened after I left Dr. Retro’s care. Split, Infected, and Pest came to visit me after I got out. I felt a little loved. Split and Infected went to go do something, but I learned later on they were going to throw a party for me. Pest distracted me from going to my apartment by getting ice cream with me. We walked at the rock park for a while until we sat down to finish our ice cream. I decided to open up about my issues with Pest. I was so surprised when he didn’t call me weird. Or gross. Or a pervert. I felt validated. He did show concern about my friends, but I told him it was fine. It didn’t turn out fine. They came to my apartment during my stay and destroyed everything. I feel like it was purposeful, but I don’t want to think about it. All my friends offered to help me clean up, but it’s still going to be a lot of work. Split and Infected did throw me that party, so I feel a little happy. Currently I’m writing in Pest’s den rigth now. He let me stay over for now until my apartment is fixed up. It’s nice here. Maybe it’ll be great. Maybe. ]

[ ENTRY 13: ]

 

[ My friends are inviting me to go to a party. I feel conflicted. On one hand, it’s been weeks since I went to a party. But I know what they want. And I don’t want to end up having to give it to them. Pest did guve me some advice though. He told to go but to also confront them about the issue. He even insisted he’d go, but I feel like I already put him through enough. I don’t know why I did this, but all of a sudden I kissed him. It was so good and I felt something flutter inside of me. But I don’t know if it was what I really wanted or if it was those stupid thoughts. I had to say sorry to him and leave. I just feel stupid right now. Whatever. I have to think about my friends right now. I have to figure out how to tell them about how I feel. ]

[ ENTRY 14: ]

 

[ Everything hurts. But it was worth it. I feel like I showed them how I really felt. Some people were trying to get me off of them, but I don’t know why if they heard me yell at them for being dicks. I just feel so angry right now. Everything just hurts. They shouldnt have fought back. They should’ve known this would’ve happened. They should’ve known I wouldn’t have let them do what they did without getting pay back. I have to sleep now. I don’t want to be awake anymore. Maybe I can die in my sleep. That’s all I need right now. ]

[ ENTRY 15: ]

 

[ Split. Infected. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I did it. I know you guys would never forgive me. I’m just sorry. I have to do this. I don’t want to live anymore. I can’t live anymore. I’m scared. They’re going to ruin my life. Why did I have to trust them? Why did I have to be stupid enough to let them do this without seeing any consequences. I’m so sorry if they send you anything about me. I promise I’m not gross. I promise im not a whore. I don’t want to live knowing people will most likely see that. I hope you guys can live happy without me. Maybe one day you guys can have a party that I would love. Can you guys promise to at least stay together even if I’m gone? I don’t want you two to Split up because of me. Again, I’m sorry. I hope if we ever see eachother again we can have biggest hug ever. I love you guys. ]

…and that was it. That was the final entry. Pest read the final entry, feeling the paper that was written. He could feel spots where the paper was once dry, inferring that Poob was crying during this entry. It gave him shivers down his spine. He didn’t like the feeling. He decided that enough was read. He was going to close the diary when….he noticed something. There was one piece of paper at the back of the diary that stuck out. It felt like something else was written there. Pest was confused, flipping the pages to the last page. There was something written there. One last entry that was for him specifically.

[ ENTRY 16: ]

 

[ I love you Pest. ]

…nothing prepared him to read that. Nothing prepared him to feel like he was punched in the gut. The note was so…bittersweet. It was a note that he wished he saw. It was a string of words that he would never get to hear from Poob. It left him heart broken. But he was just happy he got to read it. actually, it gave him an idea. He searched around his pocket, looking for something he could use to write with. He pulled out a pen, making sure it worked before writing down something right under Poob’s last entry. It was a quick sentence, but it had so much meaning behind it. After being satisfied with how it was written, he decided to leave the diary with Poob. It was theirs. They deserved to have it with them. He looked up at the sky, wondering what Poob was doing right now. Maybe they were having the best party ever. A party that would appreciate them more than life itself. It was a nice thought. A thought that they were now at peace. Suddenly, he heard some some shuffling. He looked over to see Split and Infected getting ready to leave. He stayed quiet for a while, until he had some courage to speak to them.

“ …where are you two going? “ Pest asked.

 

“ We’re heading out to red ball’s diner to eat beetle dude. “ Infected answered.

 

“ Yep! We’re going to leave now. It was nice to see you again Pest! Hopefully we didn’t ‘bug’ you too much! “ Split giggled.

 

Pest stayed quiet for a minute. He was thinking about doing one more thing with them. Maybe he was too harsh on them. Maybe he should do something with them.

 

“ …Wait. Can…Can I join you two? “ Pest asked.

 

lnfected and Split looked at Pest, both dumbfounded but excited. “ Absolutely! “ They both exclaimed.

 

“ It’s going to be awesomesauce beetle dude! We’re going to have the best time evah! “ Infected said.

 

“ Just you wait! It’s going to ‘bee’ a great experience! Maybe we can even catch up with eachother! “ Split exclaimed.

 

“ …Thank you. “ Pest said. “ …I’ll make sure to pay for your troubles. “

All three of them headed off, pressing on the regretevator button to wait for the next ride. The doors opened more quickly than usual, being as empty as last time. All three hopped on, getting ready to have a delicious meal later. This time though, Pest decided to stand close to Split and Infected. The two noticed Pest’s decision, getting excited that the beetle was willing to try to have a good relationship with what Poob considered their closest friends. So,it and I fetched struck up a starter for a conversation, letting Pest slowly join in. Pest was hesitant, but he tried his best to interact with the two. He looked over for a bit, seeing that the doors were now closing. He looked at the place Poob was buried in one more, time, knowing well that he was going to start visiting as much as he could. He looked back at what he wrote in the diary. He smiled at he thought about it. Wherever Poob was, he hoped they would one day take notice of the new note in their diary. Even if it was too late, he wanted to let them know one more thing:

[ I love you too. ]

Notes:

The end.

Chapter 18: My Thoughts ( Authors Note )

Summary:

My Thoughts on this fic. Can be skipped if needed. I just thought it would be nice to wrap it all up like this.

So. MTTYL is done. What now?

 

well to be blunt, nothing else is planned. This account will now be abandoned. While I will read comments then and there and interact with other fics, I’m not going to do much with this account anymore. I was originally going to l make a oneshot book and an art book, but I believe it’s better to just leave this vent fic as the only fic on this account.

This fic was uhm, an experience to say the least. I don’t even know how I managed to write 45k words in a month, let alone for a fic. Like I said in some comments, I have not written fanfics in a few years. That’s pretty much why the first half of the fic was uh…yeah. It was bad.

 

I think another factor in why the fic turned out bad is because this was all made in a month. And when I say in a month, I mean from the simple idea up until the story ending. That meant I had not much time to think about consistieses and important factors in the fic. That’s why a lot of stuff that seemed important were soon dropped. To be honest, I didn’t need to try to finish this in one month. But somehow I dedicated my entire free time on this.

 

Theres alot of scrapped ideas I wished I wrote. The following include:

 

- Poob smoking weed with Infected

- An arguement between Poob and Pest 

- Split pushing Pest to ask Poob on a date

- An arguement between Infected and Pest about him not going to Poobs funeral

- Pest and Infected beating up Poob's friends (TBH Poob doing the beating was a better choice)

- Prototype yapping to Pest and infected (dont know why I thought of that)

- Pest and Infected hanging out during Fight

- Partybeetle smut like the two fucking in emphosos shop (dont ask) and a scrapped smut part in Company (didnt feel like writing the rest of it so I deleted it)

 

I'm a person full of ideas, but a person not fit to execute them.

 

But hey, if I do end up deciding to rewrite this fic for whatever reason, I will probably add the scrapped parts in it. If you do wish to see this fic rewritten one day, please tell me any of the storyline that felt unnecessary to write or something that was poorly written. I do have some ideas of what I want to rewrite but honestly rewriting a vent fic sounds dumb for me lol.

So why did I decide to make a vent fic despite not being an experienced writer and never finishing a fic in my life? Well this is because last month I had the worst hypersexual episode. As someone who has been dealing with this disorder for more than half of my life now, I never thought it would get that bad, during the episode, I logged onto A03 after a year and got curious and searched up regretevator smut. I don’t even know why since I’m not even that big of a regretevator fan. (I fucking love phighting.)

 

anyways. There was a particular ship that caught my interest, Partybeetle. After a bit of reading fics that contained this ship, I had a funny idea. An idea to make a small vent fic about the ship. And oh boy. This happened. 

Originally this was going to stick as just a hypersexual vent fic but things happened. I suddenly started getting nightmares again about people that Poob’s friends in the fic are based on. So obviously I used this fic as an outlet. I kinda wish I written the plot B better. It’s…cringy. I guess. It did make me smile whenever people would throw insults at the friends. It felt a little nice.

 

so uh anyways. The ending. Yeah.

 

the ending was always planned to have Poob die. A lot of the story ideas changed dramatically during the making of this fic, but the ending always stuck. And I do agree that it’s depressing. With a life Poob has in the fic, you would’ve imagined I would be kind enough to let them have a happy life in the end.

but Poob to me is a what if. What if I killed myself 11 months ago? What if I never got to tell my friends ‘I love you’ one more time? What if I never got to live to see me getting justice from what shitty people did to me? What if I never tried to fight back no matter how bad my life got?

 

im just happy I didn’t commit. I’m happy I’m alive. Even if I am still suffering from the past and the present, I am alive and happy.

 

I did see some comments of people saying how the fic broke them. To that I say, I am so horribly sorry. Maybe I shouldve been a little nicer. I didn't expect people to genuinely cry over the ending. Like seriously I hope you're genuinely ok if the fic affected you in that way. 

 

But hey, I do have a promise. Do know there is a timeline where Poob is alive, and both Poob and Pest are happy together. I only plan to actually write that timeline if I get back into therapy. Being pulled out the second I had a thought of coming out about my hypersexuality was evil lol.

 

But I think at the end of the day, I’m happy how this fic turned out. However, I’m not too proud of being associated with this fic. That’s why I won’t link my main to this fic. Only a few friends know I’m behind this, and will most likely keep it a secret.

 

so anyways. A final few words:

 

to the people who related to this fic, I feel you. You’re valid. And you’re a very brave fighter. Hypersexuality is a bitch. And toxic friends are the worst. I hope you guys enjoy your lives. I hope your lives will turn out better. I’m proud of you for being alive

 

I know how mishandled hypersexuality is, especially in the media. As a hypersexual person I have only seen one good rep about the disorder. Anything else is just hypersexual portrayed as liking sex so much or the worlds next sexual offender which hurts alot. But I hope I did justice by including such a topic in this fic. Please note not everyone’s experience with Hypersexuality is the same. Hell, I don’t relate to some things I wrote on Poob.

 

If you think you are hypersexual or just want to look into it more, I HIGHLY recommend researching about it. Do know that hypersexuality is like psychosis, where it's not a disorder of it's own and can usually be linked to something else. 2 exames I can think of where hypersexuality was a symptom of another disorder is BPD and Bipolar type 1 (dont remember if it can be a symptom for bipolar type 2 as well.)

 

Hypersexuality can also be from trauma, the most common cause being from sexual trauma. However any other trauma like other forms of abuse can cause this. Originally I was going to write about why Poob was hypersexual as well but I backed out due to not wanting to attract the wrong people. It sucks but hey, its the internet being freaky.

 

I also drew a bit for fic sometimes. However,  due to problems between me and AO3 I am forced to only keep them on wattpad until I get it figured out. I only posted 2 drawings related to the fic on the wattpad version of this fic (my user is the same as A03 If you need to look it up). Check it out if you can, maybe one day I'll be able to post more but this time on here.

I need to sleep now. I’m going to take a huge break from writing. Maybe one day I’ll make a new account and write more regretevator stories. Then again, I’d have to actually be in the fandom to do that. Oof.

 

with all that said…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Take care 🫶