♡ 𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ✿ [🎉 PARTYBEETLE FANFIC 🐞]

// CHAPTER 5 //

"Hey, Pest." Mark said.

"...Hey, Split? Where's Poob?" I questioned.

"Hmm? Oh, he said he wasn't feeling well. He looked so sad," Split replied. "Did something happen?"

"Nothing..." I sighed.

I knew it. Poob hates me. He's so hurt. Too hurt. I shouldn't have said it. I need to apologize. But...I don't know how to say sorry. I'm not good at comforting people. In fact, I've never even tried to comfort people! What should I say to Poob?

Sorry that you feel terrible?

Sorry for hurting your feelings?

Sorry that you're pathetic?

Sorry that I said all those things and you hate yourself now?

During the rest of the elevator ride, I just kept thinking about it. Once I got home, I sat on my chair. I grabbed out my laptop and searched up ways to apologize.

Say sorry, first of all. You can tell them what your mistake was, and how you can fix it. Give them reasons why you did that. Don't make it sound mean, or else it would hurt them more. Ask them for forgiveness, and sound like you mean it.

I soon got an idea. I grabbed out a blank piece of paper and folded it in half. I wrote in it.

Dear Poob,

I am sorry for how I hurt you. I shouldn't have said those things about you, and I really mean it. I know that was wrong of me, and I now know how rude I am. I now beg you for your forgiveness. I know the reason if you don't forgive me. I...want us to be friends again.

Sincerely,

Pest

I closed the note and put it in an envelope. I colored it yellow and decorated it with lots of stickers and glitter. I put it on the drawer near my door and went to Poob's house. I know it's 10:45 pm, and it's late, but I want to give it to him.

I went in the elevator and went to his floor. I rang the doorbell and waited. The door slowly creaked open. Poob looked so weak. He was bleeding badly, and he fell. "POOB!" I shouted.

"P-pest..." Poob said before he blacked out.

I started panicking. I brought him in the elevator and took him to Dr.Retro's floor. I used my "IFONE" and called Dr.Retro. It started ringing. "Call failed." It beeped. I panicked even more, and turned gray. I then took him to my floor.

I immediately took him to my bed, and didn't care if my sheets got dirty from his blood. I grabbed the bandages and wrapped him up. He seemed to have woken up. "Poob?" I asked as I continued wrapping the bandages around his stomach.

"P-pest...?" Poob asked. "What happened?" I asked Poob.

"MR..." Poob mumbled.