Fanboy moped around the next couple of days regretting his choices but also wondering what Chumchums last few words really meant. Fanboy already passes Chumchum through his system, nothing more than some shit. He still decided to jar it up and put it on the shelf anyway. He wandered the town aimlessly some days, stayed inside and cried others. It was obvious that Fanboy missed his best friend and lover but he was also desperate to move on and find the other mysterious person he was apparently destined for. Fanboy found himself falling into a deep depression that seemed to linger with him no matter what he was doing. He knew that Chumchum wouldn't want him to feel this way but he just couldn't help it. All he could feel was that all this could be prevented if he wasn't so fucking gay.
