split x bive fanfiction or something idk (spive)

Chapter Eleven: Falling

TW: Self Harm

A few days after the sleepover, Split would start to feel nothing. She had stopped taking care of herself and would just sit In bed all day, missing her. She even stopped showing up to her comedy shows to perform. She just didn't have the energy or will to do so.

Meanwhile on the other side of town, Poob would be snuggled up with Pest on the couch simply cuddling with nothing else planned for the day.

As Poob felt Pest's chin resting on his head they couldn't help but think about Split. In the few months they had known each other they had never seen her cry, let alone that hard.

Pest would notice their sadden expression and speak up.

"Is something wrong, honeybun?"

"I'm just worried abt Split, she seems rlly sad"

"Why don't you make another one of those disgusting pizzas for her"

"U can't just solve ur problems with food..."

"I bet Split would say otherwise"

"PEST!"

"What?"

"It's rude to make fun of ppl's weight!"

"Hmmf, whatever..."

"I think I'm gunna go visit her, just to make sure she's okie"

"Alright then"

Pest would let them go and Poob would go to their room and put on some rainbow socks and their new pair of sketchers along with a coat before heading back to the living room to give Pest a goodbye kiss.

"I'll be back in a lil bit!"

"Alright"

And with that Poob would head out the door and start driving to Split's place.

Inside of her apartment Split was sat in her bed, doomscrolling through social media and rotting away in bed. She already visited Bive at the hospital and left another bouquet of flowers so she had nothing else to do.

She would wander into her kitchen and start to boil water to make herself a cup of noodles. As she poured the water into the cup she would rummage in her utensil drawer before feeling a prick against her finger.

She would pull her hand out and see a small cut on her index finger from her kitchen knife.

She would suck her finger to remove the blood before getting a fork for her noodles.

As she was halfway done eating she would hear a knock on her door. Split would get up from the table and answer it, expecting the worst. Unexpectedly, it was just Poob.

"Oh it's you..."

"Hai Split!"

As Poob walked into the apartment they would immediately notice that something was wrong. The apartment was a lot messier when they last visited it. Split was also looking really rough. Her hair was ruffled up and she had bags under her eyes.

"Sooo how u doin???"

"Fine I guess. Why are you even here?"

"Oh just stoppin by :p"

"Alright..."

The two would sit there in silence before Poob would speak up.

"Sooo... How u been lately?"

"Horrible"

"That's not gud..."

"I've just been in here all day doing nothing but rotting away"