♡ 𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ✿ [🎉 PARTYBEETLE FANFIC 🐞]

// Chapter 14//

I closed my notebook loudly and closed my eyes. I turned off the lights and went into my slumber. Sweet, sweet, sweet slumber...

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My eyes opened. It was a new day. Can't wait. I went to my station. Poob was there. "Hai, Pezt!" Poob waved.

I grumbled. I rolled my eyes and then slouched on the bench. "Why are you mad? Did I do somethingz wrong?"

"YOU DID NOTHING, POOB. TOTALLY NOTHING, SO NOW GET LOST." I shouted. Poob just stood there, shocked. "Oh well." Poob sighed. I felt my anger rise up every second. I feel like...I want to take back. I feel like...I want my revenge.

"Hey, Pezt. Ya' know, the strangezt thing happened yezterday..." Poob started the conversation. I just remained silent, trying to keep in my anger. "I twipped, fell on the floor and got a tiny scwape..." Poob laughed.

"Womp womp..." I muttered.

"What did ya say, Pezt?" Poob's eyes widened.

"Oh, I said nothing. All I said is that you're useless, stupid, dumb, pathetic, I don't even care! Poob, you're useless. You never do anything to help others. All you do is party and party and party and party." I rolled my eyes.

Poob let out a tear and wiped it. "Oh look, you're being sensitive." I said. "Go ahead and cry. Nobody's stopping you. Nobody cares about you."

Poob ran out of the train station, and ran to a random place. I just sat there, angry. I felt enraged. Ballistic.

[POOB POV:]

I let out my tears. They kept coming, nonstop. It was like the world was going to flood by me. This is the second time Pest has done this. I trusted him! He trusted me! Or DID he trust me? I'm done, I can't take it anymore! I tripped on my shoelace, then fell.

I wiped my tears and held my scrape on my arm. It started to bleed a bit. "Poob?" Dr.Retro said. He helped me up. "What happened?"

"P-Pest..." I sobbed. The pain in my arm wouldn't leave me, but the way Pest talked to me hurt me even more. "Shh...it's all right...just let the tears out."

Dr.Retro applied some ointment so that my scrape wouldn't get infected. He applied a band-aid. "What did Pest do to you?" Dr.Retro whispered.

I just looked down, holding in my tears. I opened my mouth and explained the whole story. "...And then, he's been feeling angry almost everyday now...and as the days pass by, he gets angrier and angrier, like he's going to get out of control any second." I sobbed.

"Hold on, I think I saw something like that...be right back. Sit here, and hold the ice on your scrape." Dr.Retro ran off to his library. I sighed. I laid my head against the wall. Smie, Poob. Other people make fun of you. You've never been like this before. But why now? It's only just...

Pest.