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Grievances

Pest was quick to arrive at the hospital, after giving Wallter a free sculpting session of course, but still managed to prevail enough to arrive at the hospital, almost begging to see his lover, unfortunately they'd refuse him. Saying that the noob needed rest.

But pest wasn't the type to listen and back down.

So he somehow, somehow, managed to sneak past everyone and break into the main part of the hospital frame where Poob would probably be kept, moving around and hiding behind a few of the fake plants as doctors moved around, discussing about the recent death of a patient thanks to asphyxiation.

Death?

Oh it couldn't be...

Pest got curious and decreed to continue listening to their conversation, yes. Yes. Gray stuff...the morgue.

The morgue.

...

Pest descended down to the basement within the hospital, Sue he had to knock out a few people, but having four  clawed arms made it real easy to access them vents sometimes. Once he'd drop down into the dark morgue he checked all the chambers, each marked and taped with an ID number.

Come on come on!!

The more he looked the more.. relieved he felt actually.

Maybe Poob wasn't dead! Yeahh...Maybe they were-

Id: 1008

...1008?

That was.. poobs number...

Pest could tell, thanks to the fact he kept stealing their wallet.

He slowly approached the chamber, feeling a great weight within his chest, his eyes went wide in shock and disappointment.

He didn't cry though.. he couldn't. He was in such great surprise that his body couldn't emotionally react. All he could do was utter through his tight throat.

"Poob...?"

He collapsed onto his knees as he traced a hand on the cold, cold metal linings of the chamber opening. Cold like what he felt inside.

"Poob.... " his voice cracked slightly under the mental pressure "I... I'm so sorry..."

No response.

No forgiveness, no party blow, no nothing.

Just the deafening, chilling silence...

Pest just stared at the commander for a moment, completely forgetting reality for a split second, all before it came crashing down again, he held his shaking head. Feeling a panic attack forming as all the repressed emotions and feelings of denial slowly spill out as he cracked and broke down completely. Screaming in Japanese on why Poob would leave him and banging on the small square chamber doors.

"くそっ、バカ野郎！このクソ野郎！なんでできなかったんだ...君は...(God DAMMIT POOB! YOU FUCKER! WHY COULDNT YOU...you...)"

He just managed to barely hang in there and stop himself to go on a full on mental rampage as he just fell to his hands as well, taking a moment to process the fact that he was even crying, before jay eventually staring at the chamber and the marked ID number.

"If you're going to leave me I might as well see you one last time...for a proper goodbye.."

Pest slowly opened the metal compartment and pulled out the big sliding tray were the body was supposed to be at.

Instead there was nothing.

No body, not even a cloth. Just what seems to be burn marks everywhere..

Pest furrowed his eyes before hearing a familiar voice call him from the dark as a confused and rather scared Poob stepped into view.