(Tw: Suicide mentions)

Request by: Jello_Pla

“Spud camp is being robbed again!! Welp, there's nothing we can do about it!!” Pest read a poster that was hung on one of the trees. He squinted his eyes to examine the picture of himself that was on that poster. His eyes darted around before tearing it apart. He sprinkled it onto the floor before walking away like nothing happened.

“They didn't even get my pincers right…” Pest muttered under his breath. To be honest, he did not know why he was at Spud Camp. There really was nothing to rob. It was just some dirty old place so that people can waste their time and “hang out”... There was nothing worth of value. Or time for that matter. Pest looked around the place as he observed the conditions of the place. It just proved his point. He noticed that tons of coins were scattered around the place. He decided to pick them up.

“This place really needs a clean up.” He said as he looked at the sand covering the coins. They all lost their shine because of the filth from this place… Well, from the ground of course. It was basic common sense.

“Isn't that bucket guy supposed to be around here? Unless he ran away because he heard I was here.” Pest thought to himself. “Oh well, might as well find the guy and rob him too.” Pest started to quicken his pace and started to look around the area. He continued to observe his surroundings. Pest looked up the sky.

The moon is beautiful today..

Pest came back to the same spot after searching the whole camp. He heaved a sigh of disappointment.

“...He did run away. I guess there is no free bucket I could've sell.” Pest was about to walk away, but was cut off by faint sobs in the distance. Pest did not dare move. In fact, he was having a flashback. A very terrible one…

“That guy needs to get out of my head. It has already been 2 weeks since it happened.” Pest started to get irritated by the annoying sounds of the sobs and crying. It rang his ears like church bells. Whoever was crying, needs to shut. The . Hell. Up. Pest, being the curious person he was, decided to investigate.

“I'm gonna tell them to shut the hell up. They can cry at home, but not when I'm around.” Pest said as he rummaged through the bushes. The crying was getting louder, which told Pest that he was getting near.

“Found them..” Pest murmures as he peered through the bushes. It was really hard to see since it was night time, and he was in a bush. However, he could always recognise that Party Hat from miles away, with its vibrant colours flashing his eyes. Pest noticed that Poob was crying the same way he did at the subway…and it made Pest annoyed with the guilt and sorrow he was feeling. He does not know how to get over that situation, even though he usually does every time. He felt like pushing his feelings away was not enough, so he pushed everyone away… Now that Pest reflected on what he's done, he did not feel that good anymore. But yet, he still decided to watch what Poob does. Just in case…

….

Poob looked at the time on his ifone. It was 8pm. He heaved a sigh behind his shaky sobs. He wiped away his tears with his hand. He felt a stinging pain in his chest. He knew he has not been himself lately. He didn't bake yesterday, he didn't interact yesterday, he didn't go in the elevator yesterday, he did not come out of his room today, he didn't even celebrate yesterday, and it was all because of the feeling of depression and anguish. Because of what happened that day. He really loved everyone, he really did. But now he was thinking, did they love him back though? What's really the point if they don't return the same feelings? What's the point, if they don't even like you? What's the point if they don't want to talk to you? Or see you? Poob knew who he was thinking about. He knew that it wasn't targetted to everyone. But he chose to live like this, with this knowledge. And he didn't want to anymore. He didn't want to remember the fact that Pest didn't care. And the fact that he couldn't blame it on him, just because he didn't want Pest to feel worse about him. Thinking about all of this made him cry even more. His eyes were stinging…Really bad…From all this crying… Poob's attention went to a nearby rope…on one of the wooden logs…

What if?..

He reached out to grab it. Poob looked at it, trembling. Should he? No…could he? Would he? A part of him was screaming: YES YES YES!!! But another part of him was shouting: DON'T DO IT!! Poob zoned out deeper. He was contemplating on whether or not he should just end it all. It wouldn't be so bad right? There won't be any consequences, right..? It's not like anyone would care.. no one ever did… not even Pest… So It WAS going to be… as if nothing had happened right? No one would come to check on him. Oh and, why was he living for again?

To party. To party everyday, to party every night. That was his purpose. And was it even a good purpose to keep on living? NO. In fact, people can live without that. It's a hobby, not a purpose.

So the party needs to be extinguished…

Poob looked at a nearby log. It was… the perfect spot. He climbed it and used one end of the rope to tie around the log. He clutched the other end of the rope. He squeezed it.

No regrets…

He wrapped it around his neck and tightened it till he couldn't breathe. He took on top of the log. He inhaled and exhaled. He took a step forward. Suddenly, he felt himself starting to get nervous and afraid. He was paralyzed with fear. He was rooted to the ground. He couldn't move, his body wouldn't let him. Is this what they call instincts? Poob felt as if he was on a roller coaster. Adrenaline coursed through his veins.

He took another step forward. His breathing was becoming unsteady. His mind was swarming with second thoughts. His mind started to become blurry. He was right at the edge. One more step…

Just one more.

He could feel his stomach falling as he dropped down. The rope was holding him tight, not letting him go, just like how Poob doesn't want to let Pest go… he started to feel that his lungs were constricted. His heart rate was banging on his ribs like there was no tomorrow. He started to cough. His vision was starting to turn black.

No regrets.

…..

Pest's eyes constricted as he watched Poob killing himself. He was losing breath. Pest stumbled out of the bush and ran towards Poob.

“Stop stop stop stop stop!!” Pest yelled out. He could see Poob's eyes turning to him, brimming with tears. It was making him emotional too. He used his claws and slashed the rope in half. Poob fell onto the floor with a thud. He was gasping for air. His faint coughing sounds made Pest act up the way he shouldn't. He looked at Poob, retracting his claws. Poob was still coughing as he looked up at Pest.

“Why…cough.. cough…” Poob's voice was raspy. Pest knelt down and untied the knot that wrapped around Poob's neck. He could hear Poob's breath hitch as he did so. Pest threw the piece of rope to the side.

“Why…” Poob asked again. Pest's eyes narrowed. He growled.

“What do you mean why? You think I would've just sat there and watch you die?” Pest stood back up.

“You didn't want to see me, did you…?” Pest flinched upon hearing this. Goosebumps crawled through his body.

“...Why go that far though?” Pest asked, with a tinge of concern. Hearing that made tears well up Poob's eyes. He started to sob again. Pest was not having it.

“No one ever liked me anyway… no one in the elevator did…Every player kept slapping me and I have to watch my house get destroyed over and over again. And I have to sit here in silence and do nothing about it. What's the point?...” Poob lowered his head as he spoke. And that was the first time where Pest felt any empathy. “No one cares about me… and so did you…so….maybe if I just did that, you would once just, miss me… But, even if I did, I don't think you still would. But that will be the closest chance of you to at least feel something about me.. other than annoyance and irritation…”

“...” Pest really was lost for words. The phrases that escaped from Poob's mouth really struck him hard in his heart. That really deep spot.

“You're pathetic for that, you know?”

“...I-I know…” Poob's sobs were louder after that. (WHY IS THIS GIVING LOSER, BABY VIBEA)

“If you know, instead of making it go away, why not find a solution to it?”

“Well…The way you see me won't change no matter how much you try…”

“You won't know that, because you never tried.”

“...”

“I'm…sorry, for the way I've treated you…I didn't realise that it would lead to something as damaging as this…” Pest sat down next to Poob.

“...Sorry isn't enough, you know.” Poob got up. “Is sorry all you can say, after you basically ruined the way I see my life and myself? What level of narcissistic personality do you have?! WHAT KIND OF PERSON THINK THAT SAYING ONE SIMPLE WORD WOULD FIX ANYTHING?!” Poob's tears started to stream down again.

“Do you REALLY think you're so called ‘comforting’ would work? SURE, IM PATHETIC. BUT YOU? PLEASE. YOU SHOULD REALISE THAT YOU CAUSED ALL OF THIS, AND SORRY, WONT BE ENOUGH!!”

“...”

“I…I'll get going. If you don't want to see me ever, fine. We'll have it YOUR way, the way you ALWAYS wanted.” Poob said as he walked away.

“Stop.” Pest said as he grabbed Poob's wrist to stop him. He let go after that. Poob turned around, shooting him a glare.

“We can have it your way…But you have to tell me what you want.”

“Well what I want is to be left alone right now!!”

“..no you don't.”

“What do you mean?? I clearly do!!”

“I can see it through you. You're trying to act all tough, but really, you just want attention right now.”

“...Buzz off.” With that, Poob walked into the distance, leaving Pest standing there completely still. Pest watched Poob smaller and smaller…Pest's face relaxed for a while. Letting him go by himself was a good decision, right? It's quality time alone. With your own thoughts… However, Pest was just glad Poob was still breathing. That's what really mattered right now…

No regrets.