General Warnings: Transphobia, Curse Words, Physical Abuse Poob is finally experiencing the limits of their mental stability. The constant violence and destruction of their home has taken its toll. Read and watch as Poob spirals and distracts themselves with "PARTEH"ing! Meanwhile, an unsuspected bystander observes this downward spiral. Will Poob forever be stuck in an endless loop of escapism and dance the night away? Or will they stop the music? ☆ Author's Note: * If you like this fanfic, please lmk! Comments are super very appreciated. Honestly, I only post to Wattpad to see funny comments, the community here is very funny. * Also other things to note; This isn't a Poob X Pest fanfic. Poob uses purely They/Them pronouns in my this fanfic. Pest's den does not have a canon design yet, this is just my interpretation.