♡Partners in Crime♡ Pest x Poob (Requests open)

Chapter 6 - Robbery

Long chapter!! Warning for heavy violence, guns, and lots of swearing
You wanted angst so I cooked it up 🔥🔥🔥
Hurt-Comfort I should say

Poob flinched at the sudden crashing sound coming from the closet. “Pest??? R u ok???” They jumped off of the couch and ran towards Pest, who was buried under a large pile of miscellaneous party supplies.
“Do you have anything useful for bank robbing?” Pest asked, completely unfazed by the pile.
“Ough.. I dunno.. This could get us in a lot of trouble… :’[“ Poob looked distressed at the thought of such nefarious activities. (rehehe)
“Well to me, I think it is really fun.” Pest genuinely smiled, daydreaming about the adrenaline rushing through his veins, a large sum of coins overflowing-
“U say fun? :]” They interrupted, now looking intrigued, but still slightly skeptical.
“Alright, listen here shithead, I know the type of idiot you are. If there is one thing we both have in common, it’s that we LOVE that adrenaline rush.” Pest maniacally explained.
“Wuts a ‘adrenalin’?” He stared at Pest, clueless, yet their interest was piqued.
“You know that feeling you get when you have an INTENSE party?” He leaned in, inches away from their face.
“Is that what that is?? :0”
“Yep, adrenaline, dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin-”
“WOW i didnt kno those silly words wer so fun!!! :D” Poob jumped up and down, their heart beating rapidly.
“Yeah, you can be my assistant.” Pest suggested and walked off, searching for more storage compartments to search.
“OHHH like ur partner in crime!? XD” (WOAH WTF HE SAID THE THING!!!!)  Poob yelled out, their energy carrying throughout the whole house.
“No.”
“Bf in crime? ;P”
“Hell no.”
“Partner it is!!!”
“Ugh.” Pest opened the basement door and walked down the creaky wooden stairs. Poob followed behind them and hummed an upbeat song. Pest tugged on a string from above them and the light flickered on. In front of them were boxes of unlabeled party supplies, and a stack of C-4. “Oh this is the good shit.” Pest picked up the stack C-4 and giggled mischievously.
Poob’s face lit up and they jumped up and down, “OOH this is gunna be sooo fun!!!” Pest carefully hauled the stack upstairs and to his car. “U already hav the stuf???”
Pest adjusted his mirrors and turned on the engine, “Always.” He drove down the road, Poob kicked their feet in boredom.
“Can I put on music? :3” They asked, breaking the silence.
“Fine, but if I don’t like it, it’s off.” Pest huffed, dreading the possibility of the annoying songs they would play. Poob’s face lightened up as they played Cigaro by System of a Down through bluetooth. Pest smiled, pleasantly surprised by the music choice.
After driving for a while, Pest suddenly paused the music and came to a screeching halt. “WHA??” Poob screamed, their heart almost jumping out of their chest.
“Quiet down, put this mask on.” Pest handed him a black ski mask, just like the ones from movies. Poob took off their party hat and forced the mask on over their head. “Put one of my sweaters on over your hoodie.” Pest covered himself up, putting on a sturdy pair of gloves. “Follow my lead.” Poob had sweat dripping down from their face, they only nodded in compliance. Immediately, Pest drew his gun and stomped towards the counter at the bank. “Where is the safe?” Pest growled, pointing his gun directly at the bank teller. Poob looked around the bank, watching the doors. “Stay here, tell me if anyone shows up.” Poob nodded and shook nervously, carefully inspecting every entrance. Pest planted the C-4 in front of the vault door, he pushed the red button right by the timer and the beeping started. Pest dashed away from the vault and hid behind a wall… but instead of a loud explosion there was a small pop. Pest turned around the corner and saw a small black stain where the C-4 used to be, and confetti littered on the ground. Pest cursed and punched the bank teller, “Open the goddamn safe or I will FUCKING-”
Interrupted by a terrified yelp they replied, “OKAY OKAY!” Pest shoved them towards the safe and pointed the gun right at the back of their head.
As the bank teller slowly opened the vault, Poob yelled out, “R we gunna be done soon?? I am rlly nervous X[“ Looking back they saw Pest filling up potato sacks full of money. He threw one of the bags at Poob and ran out the doors. “WAIT FOR MEEE!!!” Poob jumped into Pest’s car, gasping for air. “That was terrifying!! But also kinda fun!” Poob smiled at Pest but he stayed silent, tightly gripping the steering wheel. “..Pest?”
“Why didn’t you tell me the C-4 was fake?” He hissed, his eyes focused on the steering wheel.
“It wasnt fake!” They replied, sounding genuinely confused.
“Then why, the FUCK, did it shoot out confetti?”
“Well ya! Isn't it supposed to?”
Pest snapped around and stared Poob dead in the eyes, his face reflecting his pure anger, practically about to burst into flames. “NO YOU FUCKING IDIOT, ITS SUPPOSED TO EXPLODE LIKE A GODDAMN BOMB!” Pest dug his claws into Poob’s seat, they pushed themself against the car door.
With tears in their eyes, they whispered, “sorry.. Pls don hurt me..” Their voice broke, they shook, holding their hands in front of their face. In all the time Pest knew them, he never seen them so… broken. Pest’s rapid breathing slowed down, looking at their tense hands they let go of the seat. Another rip in the fabric made by the beetle’s rage. Through blurry vision, Poob saw a hand come closer to his face, he flinched, bracing for impact.
A gentle hand was placed on their cheek. His coarse skin covered in scratches, Poob could feel every battle wound. The history of Pest’s past, told through scars and bruises. “I will never hurt you… I’m sorry.” Pest’s voice cracked slightly, the guilt clouding his mind escaping through his lips. The tough, apathetic attitude Pest enforced, withering away.
“Pest.. its ok! I was jus scared cuz I sometimes.. Often.. Get hurt a lot..” Poob melted into Pest’s touch, and letting out a big sigh. “I kno im not smart, but u always teach me smth new! I had a lot of fun, u rlly were right!” Poob reached out and cupped Pest’s cheeks, looking him in the eyes and smiling wide. A shade of red flushed across Pest’s face and he growled quietly.
A siren could be heard slowly approaching, Poob’s heart sank, “ITS THE PIGS!!” They quickly gave Pest a peck on the lips and let go of his face. Without missing a beat, Pest turned on the ignition and floored the gas. “Pull over!” A threatening voice came from the car following short behind them. Poob grabbed one of the C-4 and pressed the red button.
Hearing the beeping sound Pest whipped his head around, “What the hell are you doing??”
Poob turned Pest’s head to look at the road, “Trust me, ik what to do!!” Opening the window, Poob threw the C-4 right at the windshield of the police following them, the bomb exploded and the windshield shattered, confetti and shards of glass covering their faces. They swerved off the road and into a ditch. “WOOOO!!! XD” Poob celebrated and popped a party popper, “This is amazing!!! I luv being ur partner in crime :]]”
Pest glanced at them and chuckled, “Yeah yeah, just listen to the music.” Pest pressed play on the paused music and endured the rest of the long ride while Poob sang out their lungs. God I hate gay people.