FEAR GARDEN [ Regretevator ]

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⚠️ Hey hey! This chapter has warnings! These include: S/H (self harm), GORE ⚠️
read at your own risk!

Unusual.

Months passed.

They felt like years.

Didn't they?

    "Pest—I can't do this anymore. If I have to see one of my loved ones dead ONE more fucking time I think I'm actually gonna go insane. I can't sleep. I live in FEAR. Every day. EVERY fucking day. Of going to bed and seeing that garden." "Hun—" "The ONLY thing keeping me going is you, and the little sliver of hope I have left." Poob ranted. And ranted.

They started tearing up.

"First it was Pilby. Then Mark. Then you. Then—I can't even," Suddenly, they started sobbing, falling onto Pest. "There were so many—I—" The beetle cut Poob off, hugging them tightly. "It's okay. Just try to stop thinking about it, okay?" Poob nodded, sniffling in his arms.

"I wanted to show you."

    "Come look. I started tending to it again." They grabbed his hand and led him behind a building. There was a garden, a beautiful one at that. It was flourishing with flowers and succulents. "Isn't it pretty?" He nodded, his heart melting at the stunning array of flowers. "Beautiful. Just like you." They blushed and looked at the floor. "It took me awhile to get them to look like that," They started, walking forward and kneeling down. "But it was worth it." They giggled and plucked a red and black dahlia flower bulb from its stem. "Red and black dahlia—decorative Arabian night. Pretty, hm?" He nodded, smiling warmly. "It reminded me of you."

"And—and the garden, the hands—" Pest looked disgruntled. "Hun..you should really get checked out for something. I'm worried." Poob sat up and wiped away their tears.

"I'm just scared for you."

    Poob sat on a wooden log, staring into a fire pit. They were in Two Stud Camp, reminiscing about the huge party held there a year ago. They held a cup of blogsy, sipping it every once in awhile. Their eyes were blank, the only light being from the flame. Sure, it was boring to sit on a log for 3 hours, but it weirdly did feel nice; comforting. A small patch of flowers laid amongst their feet, burrowed into the soil. It was one of the few places in the camp with flowers.

Partynoob sat there for what felt like hours. They didn't know why, though. To pass time? To try and forget? They had no clue. Suddenly, they heard some sniffles. They were coming from behind them..behind a tree? Poob stood up and turned around. White fur poked out from behind the tree.

Pilby.

They froze, staring at Pilby. They tried to sip their blogsy, but it sounded bubbly. There wasn't any left. Pilby yelped and turned around. "Oh—hello..poob..I didn't see you tthere..." Pilby sniffled, holding a Polaroid picture close to their chest. They walked zee forward towards Poob, who had dropped their blogsy at Pilby's yelp.

"Hey, Pilby! What..what's that?" Poob pointed to the picture that Pilby was holding. They sniffled again and wiped their eyes before   looking at the picture once again. "It's a picture of me and..my mama." Poob's eyes widened. "..Tough subject?" Pilby nodded. Poob apologized.

go ahead!

go ahead.

do it.

Poob sighed, then started to speak again. "..so, Pilby. Do ya wanna come to my party? I'm hosting one tomorrow. You don't gotta come, but I'll warn ya, it's awesome!" The caterpillar thought for a moment, then gave Poob a soft smile. "sure..I'll go. sounds good...8pm?" Poob nodded, then hugged Pilby. "See ya there!" They walked off to the elevator. Pilby stood there for a few more moments, before smiling widely and sitting on the wooden log Poob was on earlier. Someone really was being nice to them.