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Poob waited at the station, the dark, grimy floor always looked somewhat shiny in the flickering lights. With his usual grin plastered on his face he sat down on the bench, staring and slightly wincing at the occasional train speeding past.
After what felt like hours of mindlessly sitting in wait the regretevator arrived, its signature “ding!” Awaking poob from his half brain dead slumber, previously slouched over he jumped up and waited infront of the bench, blowing his party horn as the doors opened and players flooded out, grabbing coins, playing on the tracks and walking around, as usual. Happily walking over to the regretevator he stepped into the welcoming light, he hated the darkness of the subway, but he had to deal with it anyways. He situated himself in the left back corner, blowing his party horn occasionally while smiling and adjusting his hat.
A particular someone watched him fix his hat and blow his party horn, his annoying, annoying party horn. This someone was pest.
Poob began to blow his party horn again as the players crowded around, jumping about and- “shut up.” Pest interrupted his thoughts. “Wut?? OH hai pest! :D” he said, overjoyed at seeing his “friend”. pest did not return the excitement, instead he repeated his words, emphasizing them. “Shut. Up.” He glared at pest, his glowing red eyes slightly narrowing as he flexed his mandibles. Poob began to speak again before a player came up and slapped him. Right. Across. The. Face. He let out a small “ow!” Before falling silent again, returning to occasionally blowing his party horn.
Wallter stepped into the regretevator, poob was too busy rubbing his reddening cheek to notice they had stopped at flatgrass! He stepped in and took the front left corner, standing infront of poob. Wallter turned to look at poob, noticing the mark on his face. “Are you alright poob?” He asked, concern laced through his voice. “Oh ya I’m fien!! Dw abut me!!” His voice was cheery as usual. And pest couldn’t stand it.
The three stood in silence, pest snatching coins from and snickering at players who walked by him, poob blew his party horn, gasping in awe as a player threw red flower petals over him. Wallter occasionally talked about grey stuff, and concrete. He talked about concrete a lot, if he recalled correctly grey stuff and concrete was why he was divorced, but that wasn’t his business!! Everytime either poob or wallter tried to strike up a conversation with pest his bitter replies always made it nearly impossible to talk to him, aswell as the constant comments in a different language, poob was pretty sure it was Japanese. He never knew what he was saying, and whenever he asked pest would just snicker and throw a snarky remark at him, most of the time outright calling him stupid. Eventually splitsville was revealed as the doors of the elevator opened after dinging, the players all flooded out, talking and jumping at the invisible barrier that prevented them from starting as the lights flicked on and he spotted split in the crowd, he and split were good friends, she loved poobs parties and he loved her cheesy jokes, whenever poob wasn’t busy he liked to hang out with her!
Soon player after player slid down and made the jump to the end and split joined in the elevator, standing infront of pest. Poob could’ve sworn he saw pest reaching over to her back pocket before she turned back and faced poob “omg poob!! Hii!!” She adjusted her glasses slightly, she and poob began to chat, talking about random topics and other stuff before pest interrupted “OH MY GOD. JUST SHUT UP.” His voice was sour and he glared at poob. Wallter, split and poob just stared at him in shock, speechless. Pest grumbled something incoherent and turned back. Poob knew this was going to be a long day.
Eventually it was just poob and pest, on opposite sides of the regretevator, pest chittering and muttering things in Japanese, but judging by the looks he gave poob he knew it was something bad about him. He wanted to talk to pest, but he knew pest would tell him to shut up again, and he didn’t want that. So he stayed quiet, blowing his party horn and smiling, players jumping about, leaving, joining, dying, respawning, the usual. It never changed really, but when all the players flooded into a particularly long level pest glared at him, he blew his party horn again and tried to converse with him. “Haii pest!! R u oaky?? U seem sad :(“ pest responded with an “im fine.” Poob knew he shouldn’t push it, but he did anyways. “Ar u sure,,? Or r u lying 2 me?!”
“I’m fine.”
“But yu seem sad!!”
Pest grumbled, he was so sick of him, his stupid party horn, his stupid party hat, his stupid voice and his stupid smile.
“IM FINE, IVE ALREADY SAID THAT, WHY ARE YOU SO ANNOYING?! QUIT NAGGING ME ALREADY.”
He was glaring at poob, his red eyes narrowed as he seethed.
“im sory..” poob responded, his voice quiet as he tried to hold in tears.
“GOD DAMNIT POOB, WHY CANT YOU JUST LISTEN FOR ONCE, EVERY SINGLE TIME I TELL YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE OR TO GO AWAY YOU ALWAYS NEVER LISTEN, EVERY SINGLE TIME! GO. AWAY. YOU. ANNOYANCE.”
He was stepping towards poob as he screamed at him, poob backed up into the corner, but pest grabbed him, wrapping a clawed hand around his neck and lifted him up slightly, just enough to where his feet weren’t on the ground, his back was against the wall.
“PEST!” Poob screamed, his arms desperately grabbing at pests, but his grip tightened.
“PEST PLEASE. I CANT BREATHE.”
The normal high pitched tone and ‘silly’ wording was gone, his voice was filled with urgency, pest didn’t care,
“Now you’ll finally shut the fuck up.” He grumbled, pushing poob against the wall harder, slapping him across the face and leaving a mark before dropping him.
Poob collapsed down, his face hit the ground hard and so did the rest of his body, he trembled. He felt around his neck, gasping in large breaths of air and coughing, he was shaking, he looked up at pest before sitting up and backing into the corner, pulling his knees towards his face and sobbing, quiet, shaky sobs. Pest looked down at him, he didn’t feel pity, he never pitied the annoying noob, and he never would.
The elevators “ding!” Sounded and the doors opened to poobs apartment, finally. He immediately got up and sprinted inside, with no players inside the doors closed quickly, leaving pest standing alone.
Poob sprinted to the bathroom, flicking the lights on and grasping the sink, slouching down and looking at the mirror. He was a mess, blood seeped from his nose, mixing with his salty tears at the bottom of his chin, his nose was bleeding rapidly, aswell as a small gash on his forehead, he hesitantly touched it, wincing and sobbing harder at the pain that raced through him. Grabbing paper towels as he didn’t have the energy to bandage himself up, maybe later he would see Dr.Retro, but right now he felt weak, his eyes drooped as he cleaned the blood and stuffed his nose with paper towel.
He slowly stumbled to his bedroom and collapsed on his bed, not even bothering to get under his thick covers.
He just wanted to sleep.
He needed to rest.
He was so tired.
So, so tired.