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

Chapter 7 - Rave

Credit to my friend for the idea for this chapter
This chapter will contain overstimulation, blood, hurt-comfort, and gay people

In the dead of night, Pest slept on the couch curled up into the same blanket from those nights before. The occasional buzzing of the fridge interrupting the dead silence. A door slowly creeped open and an energetic Partynoob jumped on the couch, Pest threw the blanket off and glared at them, their tired eyes barely open. “Oh srry Pest!! I didnt see u ther!! But now that ur awake, I am abt to go to a rave!! Could you hold my stuf for me?? :3” Poob yelled out, full of energy despite the time.
“Why do you have to keep your stuff here?” Pest grunted and rubbed his eyes, checking the time on his ifone, “2:00AM”.
“Well there is a BUNCH of ppl there and the music is rlly loud!! I wouldnt even notice if my stuf gon missing!!” Poob set their ifone and wallet on the coffee table. Hearing what they said, Pest perked up and maliciously smiled. “I trust u with these, Ima go now baiii! :D”
“Wait.” Pest suddenly blurted out, “I want to go with you.” Pest stood up and stretched. Instead of extreme happiness, Poob was slightly concerned, they knew that this place wasn’t at all a place for someone like Pest.
“R u sure?? Raves r rlly loud and crowded.. Ik it’s a good opportunity but-” Poob was cut off by Pest running into a different room. “Uhh.. Pest? <:[“ They called out while slowly walking to the door of the room they ran into. On the other side of the door they could hear clattering and things falling over. The door swung open and Pest emerged in a large hoodie and pair of pants with even larger pockets. “Pest I-”
In a swift movement, Pest covered Poob’s mouth with his gloved hands, “Don’t interfere, I am completely capable of handling some party. I am not weak, I am in control.” Poob had a frightened tint to their big eyes, sweat rolling down the side of their face. Pest loosened his grip and let go of them, “ごめん. (sorry) I mean I am in control of myself. I’m not trying to control you.” He reflected on the day before when they took advantage of Poob’s timid nature. The odd feeling of guilt that overrode his aggressive nature and made him.. Weak. Guilt.. What a shameful emotion. Why do they make me feel guilty? I don’t understand. He drifted off into his thoughts.
“Pest? R u ok?” Pest snapped out of their trance when they felt a soft touch on their arm. Pest flinched slightly and brushed off the part of their arm that was touched.
“Yes.” He responded then immediately grabbed a bag and walked out of the door, not giving Poob a chance to say anything else. Poob followed shortly after and sat on the driver’s side.
“Ik u wanna liekkk steal and stuf, but this is gon be intense yu know… <:[“ Poob whispered before starting the car.
“I will be fine. I am capable, stay close in case I need you.” Poob reluctantly agreed and drove into the darkness.

Pulling into a crowded parking lot, they could barely open the doors to slide out. “なんてこった? (What the hell?) Why are there so many people?” Pest looked around at all of the badly parked cars, the parking lot stretching out for miles.
“I wasn’t lyin! These events r liek in a BIG crzy room!!”
“Have you been here before?” Pest asked, slightly intimidated by the scale of the building.
“Ya! In case u need to take a break jus come out here n txt me :3” Pest shuddered as Poob grabbed his hand, walking into the building the entrance had a small shop and a large set of doors with muffled music playing on the other side. Poob dragged him to the small shop and they inspected the inventory: glow sticks, colorful cups, ear plugs, bubble blasters, a bunch of snacks and candy, and two slushy machines. Poob’s eyes lit up and they grabbed one of everything, they handed Pest a small plastic bag.
“What is this?” Pest questioned, piercing the package with his claws.
“I got u ear plugs :]” Poob smiled, struggling to hold everything they bought. Pest glanced at the door, the music blaring. They sighed and put in the ear plugs, throwing the empty wrapper on the ground. “Stay close okey?” Poob placed a hand on Pest’s back, Pest just side eyed them with a slightly concerned look on his face. The moment the doors opened the music hit like a truck, the lights blinding Pest, causing him to hiss. His eyes watery, he blinked several times until he could see the crowd. The visuals were intense, switching between several different 3D images. Strobe lights attacking his brain, it was hard for him to move on, but he had to.
Pest took a deep breath and walked towards the drunk and energetic crowd of colorful people. He would take coins and wallets out of everyone he bumped into, darting from person to person to collect more valuables. Suddenly another person crashed into him, causing Pest to fall over and growl. He sat up and saw blood drip from his nose, he ignored it and tried to get up before being knocked over again. The noise of all the people seemed to get louder and louder, the smallest touch from anyone feeling like a needle piercing the skin. He could barely hear his own thoughts, only being able to see strobe lights through his cloudy vision. A familiar sound broke past the rest of the noise, barely able to make out the voice, “PEST!!” He let them pull him off the ground by the arm. They wrapped one arm around his back, just under his arm and pushed through the crowd, unlike any of the contact he got, the touch was warm and soft, it felt stronger than usual, a more comforting presence. It was almost protective, he usually hated feeling weak, but this time he needed it.