My Thoughts Taint Your Look [ a regretevator partybeetle au ] [SMUTFIC]

Ice Cream

( formatting testing on this chapter. I'm always open to writing advice/criticism since I want to improve on something I haven't done in years. ^^ )

It'd been three days since Poob was gone. Pest was in the elevator, accompanied by Infected and Split. Dr. Retro called him earlier to tell him that Poob was ready to be discharged. He was busy with a project of his until he got the phone call, immediately stopping what he was doing to get ready and see Poob again. During the subway ride there, he found a way to get in contact with Infected and Split, telling the both of them that Poob was getting out and to accompany him. It was a decision he was reluctant to make, but it would most likely be appreciated by Poob. He stood in a corner, eavesdropping on the conversation Infected and Split were having. The two were talking about potential plans they wanted to do for Poob as soon as they got out, wanting to give them a nice surprise to cheer them up. Pest kept his silence, not wanting to intervene with them. The two stopped talking for a bit, both looking at Pest with an idea on both of their minds,

" Yo, beetle dude! You wanna do a favor for us? " Infected shouted.

" My name is Pest. " Pest said with a slight glare.

" Right, anyway. Split and I are going to make a huge surprise for Poobz at their apartment. Problem is that it's going to take a huge while to set it up. Like a huuuggeee while. " Infected said. "

" So what's the favor? " Pest asked.

" You go hang out with Poob and keep them distracted while Infected and I prepare the surprise! I think they would love to be with you for a while! " Split said.

" ...Really? " Pest said.

" Yep! You 'beetle' believe it! " She said with a chuckle.

Pest rolled his eyes from the pun Split laughed. Still, it was funny how the two people that he knew as Poob's best friends were letting him hang out with Poob while they worked on whatever they were planning. It was like they knew he was planning on asking Poob to spend some time with him as soon as they met, just to make sure they were truly alright. The night from those few days ago still haunted him. Their jacket was different from the one he wore three days ago, but he could still feel like their blood was on it. It was horrifying, but it didn't make him ignore the questions he had about it. Was it from someone else? Did they do that to themselves? And most important of all, Why?

Meanwhile, Poob stepped out into Dr. Retro's waiting room. All they felt was...a weird feeling. They were glad they were being discharged today, but they didn't know what to do or even say to everyone. Especially to Pest. They didn't know what would happen. Or what he would say about that night. Would he hate them for that? Would he try to avoid them after what happened? They didn't want to think about it. They slowly took a deep breath as they pressed on the button of the regretevator, trying to calm themselves down. As a way to pass time, they took out their phone to turn it on. Dr. Retro was kind enough to charge it for them during their stay. It gave them a relief as they didn't want to wait until they got home to see the amount of notifications they've gotten while they were gone. They didn't want to wonder if anyone tried reaching them. If anyone noticed they were gone. If anyone wanted to know if they were alright. Before they managed to read what they missed out, the elevator made a ding sound, making them put their phone back in their pocket and turn their head up to get in.

" POOB! " yelled out Infected and Split.

They froze as they felt their two best friends went out of the elevator to hug them, both squealing as small tears formed in the corners of their eyes. They didn't expect this. They didn't expect to see their friends so suddenly. They didn't expect them to come over to see them. But it was so appreciated. They were able to hug them back, softly sobbing from happiness. It felt so nice to have a hug like that. It was something that they needed after feeling so isolated in that patient room.