[requested by SO MANY of you so I had to do it]

Dr: Please come by later because it's your monthly mental health check up for your love issues with Pest again. Hope you got better, Poob and see you later.

Poob remembered that he had a session that day upon seeing the message Dr Retro sent him. He was too busy thinking about what happened a month ago, still not being able to get over the fact that someone like Pest would do something like that. He was basically kicking his feet at this point just thinking about it. However, he decided to hold up on that first because he had to get ready to go to the T.F.W.L.I to meet Dr Retro. Plus, he was looking forward to it because he wanted to eat the cookies Dr Retro promised. Hopefully she did not forget about that.

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Poob knocked on the door before stepping foot into the room. Dr Retro was already sitting there, waiting for Poob. Poob softly closed the door behind him and came up to Dr Retro quietly. Dr Retro handed him a neatly prepped bag of cookies made for Poob. He squealed upon laying sight on it, for the bag had the colours on his party hat. Dr Retr could spot the change of mood Poob had from now and last month. Dr Retro felt relieved that Poob was showing some progress to reverting back into his normal self again. Pest was really messing with Poob for the past few months, which drained a lot of energy from him, and it indirectly affected the people in the elevator. Dr Retro really was glad, having hope in her heart. She brushed those thoughts away and she took out her clipboard, and began questioning how Poob has been, like always.

"So Poob, any improvements with your relationship with Pest? Seeing that you're quite happy today, I assume that something great happened."

"Hehe! Yeah, in fact I think it's going quite well." Poob giggled in between his chewing. Dr Retro's smile grew as she started to jot it down.

"Well then, elaborate on what happened!"

"Hm... I guess Pest gave me a gift after breaking into my house, and it was delicious like always." [he's not gonna bring up the kissing part because it'll be awkward] Poob beamed with joy. Dr Retro nodded and wrote it down on her clipboard. Although happy for Poob, she could sense that something was strange. That was in fact very sudden of Pest. Plus, he usually does not give. He usually takes. Very weird in deed. Maybe it was a gift of gratitude, or maybe trying to change his ways? But that second reason is not a good one, because Pest recently robbed Red Ball Diner and he stole a few bucks from the cash register. Dr Retro's eyes narrowed as she went more in depth into analysation. It was common for Pest to break into people's houses, yes, but giving instead of taking? That was a change indeed! However, Dr Retro still felt that something might be wrong.

"Poob, I know you're happy, and you should remain like that, but you should watch out for any signs or clues that Pest might leave behind, physically or mentally. [Poob ain't no blues clues what the flip]" Dr Retro stated. "Pest is still kind of dangerous. Heck, he IS dangerous. He's highly intelligent and he could be planning something. I'm not saying this to ruin your relationship with him, but you don't really know what he's up to."

"Alright Doc. I guess I'll try.... But idk why you would say that!!" Poob said, confused why Dr Retro would say that.

"Poob, Pest is a very mysterious and villianous being. He steals, he lies, he's a sociopath. Well, that's what everyone says about him. He's dangerous, and I'm concerned for your safety. I don't know what you see in him, but please just stay safe. I don't want Pest to harm you in any way."

"Okay, okay. I understand..."

"I'm glad you do...Anyway, onto other questions. Ahem. About Pest, did he try to interact with you this week?"

"Not that I think of it."

"Okay... Now, you do want to get rid of this feeling for him right?"

"...Well... Maybe. I'm not sure anymore."

"That's alright. Now, I need to have you to describe what you think that your relationship with Pest is."

"Well, we're just friends. But I want to get closer with him. However, I don't think that's happening becuz the last time i tried bonding with him, it didn't end so well..."

"I see.." the pencil scratching on the paper could be heard. Poob fiddled with his fingers, anxiously waiting for more questions.

"The session had ended. Other than my other advise earlier, jut take your mind off Pest and do things you like. You can even go to the elevator-...Actually, don't. People might hurt you there."

"Okay!! Thx Doctor!" Poob sprung up from his seat and dashed out of the room, wanting to go home immediately. He wanted to do his own thing, to be in his own thoughts without distraction at the moment, and the perfect place was none other than his apartment. Poob ran almost as fast as Lampert to his front door to the apartment. Poob took out his keys and unlocked the door, only to find out it was already unlocked.

That's weird.. I think I forgot to lock the doors earlier. [he did in fact]

Poob went into the kitchen. He set down the Party Bag [he named it that yes] and turned around to look for his pre-made batch of macarons. What greeted him was yet another basket of apple fritters [Pest going all at it too], this time it had a different type of basket. Instead of the previous strawberry picking basket [royal high reference], it looked more handmade. It was of a different and dull colour. Poob obviously knew who it was, and went up to it. In the basket was a bag of Pest's signature looking apple fritters and a note. [drop your theories down below on why Pest would do this guys] Out of curiosity, Poob took the note and read it. It had a much neater font, but it still looked like Pest's handwriting. Poob scanned through the note carefully.

Meet at subway at 2pm
-Pest

Poob, not knowing Pest's intentions, was about to head to the subway, but a thought of doubt struck him. He remembered what Dr Retro told him about. Be wary, be cautious. Those words rang in Poob's mind like church bells, but Poob really wanted to see Pest again. Poob took the note and read it with more attention. There was in fact no reason why Pest wanted to see Poob. Worried it might be a 'trap' for Pest to rob Poob, he started to question on going out to meet him. He did not want to question Pest too, however, as he was afraid of bothering him. Poob heaved a sigh. Maybe he could just not let his guard down. With this plan in mind, Poob walked out of the apartment again, with a gift for Pest in his hands, and it was the party bag filled with macarons....

Poob goes down to the subway station. It was empty, like always. The only people he as i saw was himself and .. Pest. That was the only people who came here often. Poob's eyes darted around, in search of Pest. However, he was nowhere to be seen. Poob felt his heart sink for a moment, but he could hear footsteps coming down to the subway behind him. Poob snapped his head to turn to the figure, and it was Pest, He could recognise that frown from anywhere! Poob plastered a bright smile on his face. Pest, however, did not return it. He continued to stay silent. Poob handed the bag to Pest. Pest took it and observed it for a moment before putting it away.

"Those bright colours hurt my eyes, just like your party hat..." Pest muttered under his breath. Though it was supposed to be an insult, a blush crept up Poob's cheeks. It was not really that obvious, but Pest noticed it, taking a step back.

"Urmmm.. So what did you call me here for?" Poob questioned Pest.

"I have something to tell you..." Pest murmured.

"Couldn't you just text me though?" Poob asked.

"..whatever." Pest growled. Poob's smile only grew larger by the second. He sat down on the one and only benches in the subway. Poob patted on the seat beside him, indicating that Pest should sit beside. Pest did so and remained quiet for the next few seconds.

"Uh, well, what is it that you wanted to tell me?"

"..."

"Well, it's okay if you're not ready yet! While you're at it, I'll just wait."

"..."

Poob did as he promised and sat quietly beside Pest while swinging his feet, anxiously waiting for Pest to say something. The awkward silence was making Poob want to spring up and jump onto the train tracks. Poob went ahead to fiddle with his hands again. Pest did not seem too happy as well. Poob really REALLY wanted to say something.

Something to make things proper.

"Pest, I have something to say. Again"

"?"

"You know about what happened when we were baking for the party I had? Well...I'm going to say it properly!"

And then he went to spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you..."

....

"I love you too, Poob. That was what I wanted to say. I love you too."

[If you know the song reference, I'm proud of you.]