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

Window

( TW for self harm , suicide , and blackmail )

How long has it been? Days? Weeks? Months? ...it was obvious it had been days, but it didn't feel like it to Poob. They couldn't get up from their bed the last few days. Every time they tried, they were tucked right back in. I mean, what was even the point of getting up? They had nothing to look forward to. Nothing could really get them to get up and be a little productive. They weren't able to change clothes, take care of themselves, eat anything, nothing. They pretty much stared at nothing and slept all day. They felt so horrible, too horrible to even look after themselves. They wanted their bed to just consume them, turn it into their own coffin. Curiosity did get the best of them though, being able to muster up enough energy to do something in their phone. They usually just wrote on it as an alternative to their diary, but other than that there wasn't much use for it. The only thing that was on their mind was a way to just die right that second. That, and their sexual thoughts that would come and go. Every time they came it just made them shudder in disgust, wanting to vomit out their empty stomach. It was too much to put their focus on, but it still persisted like any other day. That's when they heard their phone ring out a notification. Someone must've finally noticed that they were gone for so long. Maybe it was Infected? Split? Maybe even Pest? They wanted to know, turning on their phone and seeing the message that was sent to them.

> Dude.
> I heard what you did at that party.
> What the fuck is genuinely wrong with you.

...ah. One of their 'friends' had texted them after so long. Luckily it was just someone that wasn't there at the party. Or lucky for them, because Poob would've definitely hurt them that day like what they did to their other 'friends' in the group. They were too tired to try to argue with them. Or try to explain to them fully about their own feelings. Poob thought about what to even respond for a while, trying to figure out what would even be a good response. It wasn't like this 'friend' was going to also listen. They took a deep breath as they tried to text back a response, already knowing how bad things would turn out.

> Well?
> Are you gonna answer?

Leave me alone <
They should've told you about what happened <
I don't care about all of you anymore <
I'm done with you guys <

> Seriously?
> What the fuck dude.
> You literally made a big issue over nothing.
> You fucking embarrassed us in front of everyone.
> Do you even feel guilty about it?

I should be the one asking that <
You guys are assholes <
I hate you guys so much <
I don't want to see you guys ever again <
Just leave me alone before I have to block you guys <

> .
> Fine.
> Leave.
> Go fuck off then.
> Go see who still likes you after that.

Fuck you <
I don't need you guys anyways <
My life would've been better if I never met all of you <
I trusted you with something so personal <
I trusted all of you <
I thought you guys were better than this <

>  Whatever.
> Y'know we only kept you for sex right?
> We litterally don't give a fuck about you.
> We would've dumped you ages ago.
> You such a idiotic whore.

I know that <
I'm not a fucking idiot <
You don't need to rub it in

> lol.
> Why don't you go cry and slit your wrists like last time.
> See who would come looking for you then.
> Actually.
> I wouldn't care if you killed yourself right now.
> You'd be better off dead right now.
> Slut.