Request by: St4r_fall

Poob sat on his couch as the rays of the TV screen flash every time it changed frames. Poob's party had just concluded, and now Poob was laying on his couch while watching television. Heck, he was not even paying attention to what was going on in the show. All his mind was on was how he fucked up when he confessed his feelings to Pest. These thoughts held on tightly to Poob, not going away anytime soon. Well, on the bright side, everyone loved the apple fritters. Poob let out a yawn slip past his mouth. He hugged the nearest pillow in reach, imagining it as Pest. His eyelids started to feel heavy as he struggled to keep his eyes open. He was-

Ding

Poob groaned as he extended his arm to pick up his ifone from the coffee table. He held the ifone over his face as he continued to lay down, opening his phone to check whoever messaged him. It was Dr Retro from T.F.W.L.I [Therapy for people with Love issues]

Dr: Please come by tomorrow because it's your monthly mental health check up for your love issues with Pest. Thank you.

Poob heaved a sigh of dismay as he recalled what happened. Well, it might not be enough of a reason to plunge into depression, but it still was a reason... Poob set up an alarm so that he could wake up on time for the appointment that he did not look forward to.

Ugh.

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"So Poob, tell me about the situation you may be facing right now with... Pest. If you don't have anything to say, then we will run through about Having to get over this infatuation you're having with Pest, because surely you want it gone just by looking at your expressions whenever I mention his name." Dr Retro sat across Poob, sitting on a chair as she observed Poob. His head hung low as his eyes were brimming with a tinge of depression in them, his smile so obviously forced. Poob was biting his lips, not wanting to speak up. Poob's heart WANTED to spill his heart out, but his brain didn't let him do so. He'd rather hold it in then cry in front of Dr Retro...

"Poob, we don't have all day. I'm not trying to rush you, but Mark's appointment is coming up soon. I don't want to waste your time by being here, you know?..." Dr Retro muttered in a somewhat comforting tone. Poob's heart was starting to sting a lot. Poob's lips were trembling as he continued to look down. His hands were shaking anxiously now too. He closed his laps close together, continuing to look down. Dr Retro could somehow have a sense that something was deeply wrong. She took out her writing board and started to write down notes about Poob's current behaviour. Poob could feel sweat trickle down his face as he clutched his hands. Dr Retro heaved a sigh.

"Poob, it's okay if you don't have anything to say. Ahem. I made you some hot cocoa. Hopefully that'll soothe you, okay?" Dr Retro said as she jumped down from her chair and walked over to her counter. Poob's eyes followed her as she came back with some hot cacao [she's using her awesome powers to hold it because she has no arms]. Poob grabbed the cup and began to sip on the warm chocolate drink. The warmth of the cacao eased the cold feeling he was feeling in his chest. Drinking half of it, Poob placed down the cup on the coffee table beside him and finally lifted his head up, avoiding eye contact with Dr Retro.

"Ah, okay. So since you're not budging in anyway yet, I'll ask you some questions first to help you." Dr Retro lifted her pen [with awesome powers] and started jotting down the questions she was about to ask. Placing the pen down, she started to question Poob.

"Poob, did any conflict happen between you and Pest this month?"

"N-no..." Poob's voice croaked out. Gosh, that hot cacao was messing with his throat, or maybe it was the fact he was holding in the cries he so desperately wanted to let out.

"Mhm... Did you talk to anyone about this problem you're facing with him?"

"No."

"Okay!... Uh, did you have any interactions with Pest this week?"

"..." Poob waas hesitating at first, wanting to lie, but he did want this worthless feeling to go away. So lying won't really help. "Yes."

"Oh? That's interesting." Dr Retro began to write on her writing board. "Tell me what happened." Poob's heart sank upon hearing that he needed to explain what happened. He did not want to revisit that moment again, he really didn't.

"I invited him to bake some apple fritters for a party I was having, and uh...urm...I told him how...I...Felt..." Poob's head lowered again.

"Oh? What did he say?" Dr Retro asked. That was a grand mistake, for Poob's overwhelming thoughts started to get the better of him. His mind was fuzzy and he felt like he was drowning.

Sob

Tears were brimming in his eyes as a few of his ears fell onto his laps. Poob wiped his tears away with one of his hands, however, more tears started to fall like raindrops falling from the sky. His eyes started to turn puffy and he felt his chest contract and expand unevenly. Dr Retro kept quiet for a few moments, too stunned to speak.

"Poob, are you alright..?" Upon hearing what Dr Retro asked him, Poob burst into a tsunami of tears, expressing his true feelings for whatever he felt that day. Poob lifted his head high in order for him to try to make the tears go back in, but it failed miserably. Dr Retro jumped off from her seat again and came closer to Poob. Without thinking twice, Poob wrapped his arms around Dr Retro's spherical body. He rested his head in between her ears, feeling her soft fur. [it's a tactic from Dr Retro to ease people like Poob] Poob closed his eyes while continuing to sob silently as he snuggled in Dr Retro's fur.

Kitty...

That was all Poob could think of as the warmth of Dr Retro started to comfort his inner and outer self. Poob started to drift off to sleep, hopefully dreaming about something comforting. [he dreamt of kittens]

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"ACK!!" Poob sprung up. He rubbed his head as he turned his head to examine where he was at. He was at his apartment... but how?? Wasn't he at T.F.W.L.I just now?? Confusion started to hit him as he dangled his legs off his couch. Then, he saw a note on his coffee table. He got off the couch and started to read the note.

Hey, Poob. You slept on my head somehow while I was giving you a hug of comfort. So I drove you back to your apartment before Mark got to my appointment. Luckily I was on time. Anyway, get some rest and take care of yourself. I'll make you a batch of cookies the next time you come over again to talk about your issues.

Meow
-Dr Retro

Poob cringed at the thought of falling asleep mid comforting. It's really weird, to say the least. Not that Dr Retro's hugs weren't good or anything, it was just embarrassing for Poob. He set down the note onto the table and went to the bathroom to freshen up. He dragged his feet all the way over to the bathroom. He slammed the door behind him and walked up to the mirror. He could see a tint of red under his eyes from the crying. He grunted a bit before turning on the tap and splashing the water onto his face, cleaning his face and at the same time trying to clean away his thoughts. He used a towel and wiped his face. He walked out of the bathroom. He jumped back onto the couch and relaxed his muscles. He turned his head to look at the note again, just to notice an abnormality.

There were two notes on the table now.

Fear banged at the door of Poob's heart as he stared at the second note. Instead of the nice typewriter handwriting, it was much more disorganised and messy. Poob took a nearby pillow and clutched it in his hands tightly, expressing his fear onto it. Who wrote this? It was not here before!! It's definitely not Dr Retro. Just like that, Poob's sense of security faded into the abyss. Poob darted his eyes around the room, trying to find something that was odd and most importantly, to defend himself. Poob, with a trembling hand, reached out to the coffee table to read the mysterious looking note.

Watch out.

These two words made Poob become more anxious. He looked around and saw the entrance to the apartment left a jar, a ray of light from the outside entering his living room. That was when realisation hit him like a ton of bricks. Someone was in his house. (no shit sherlock.)

Poob took out his phone and tried to dial the police but his network was not working at the moment, to which he let out a groan of frustration. He threw the pillow on the couch and dashed to his room. He jumped onto his bed after closing and locking the door. He clutched his fist, waiting for something to happen. He stood on his bed, waiting for the worst to happen. Then, he heard a knock on the floor, and it came from his room. The exact same room he was standing in. He looked at the closet in front of him, left wide open. His boxes of gifts and decorations were covering whatever hid in that closet. He swallowed a lump of saliva as he saw movement coming from the closet. Then, Ruby red eyes glowed in the closet, and it stared right into Poob's eyes. Poob's eyes constricted  in horror. He let out an ear piercing and blood-curling scream that rumbled through the entire apartment. He heard a low growl. The thing came out of the closet and jumped on Poob, tackling him onto the bed. They clamped their hand over Poob's mouth to shut him up. Poob regained his senses and looked up at the figure, their red eyes still slightly glowing. It was Pest. His eyes were ringing like church bells upon hearing Poob's loud ass scream. He tightened his grip as Poob squirmed.

"Wut are you doin here?!?!?!1" Poob's muffled voice managed to make it through clear enough for Pest to be able to understand.

"死ぬ."

"I don't understand Japanese!!1!"

"I came here because I felt like it." Pest lied. [he came because he was worried about Poob trust me guys]

"Well...You did not need to scare me!"

"It's fun."

"G-Get off me!!" Poob mumbled before shoving Pest aside, getting off the bed. He went to his living room and sat on his couch, arms crossed from annoyance and frustration. Before Pest could move, he took out a basket and placed it on Poob's bedroom counter before following him. Pest plopped onto the couch and sat beside him. Poob pretended that he was mad at Pest so that he would leave sooner. He did not want his feelings to grow. Pest could feel Pest peering at him, so he shot a glare at him.

"Wut do you want."

"I'm just checking on you."

"Why would you care?? I dun want to see you!!" Poob said as he snapped his head to look another direction. Pest growled softly before placing an arm on Poob. He pulled him closer.

"Yeah, I don't actually care. But I'm still checking on you."

"Hmph! I don't need your pity!!"

"Are you still upset about what I said to you when you confessed?"

"...Get lost." Poob shifted further from Pest but he pulled him back, this time Poob was on his lap.

"Gah!!1! Wut??" Poonb exclaimed before Pest gave him a peck on the cheek, his pincers brushed against Poob's skin. Pest pulled back as Poob could feel himself heating up.

"Happy now...?"

"...Wutever..." Poob said. Pest heaved a sigh before placing Poob back on the couch and exiting the apartment. [yes poob was disappointed]

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Poob entered his bedroom and he saw a neatly and carefully placed basket on his bed. He picked it up and inside of it contained.

Apple Fritters.

(This was so rushed)