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Posadist opened the pantry and took out a loaf of pumpernickel bread, a jar of peanut butter, a carton of eggs, a block of cheese, and some deli meat. He immediately started shoving everything down his throat, not even bothering to open the peanut butter container. He just ate the jar whole. The others watched in horror as he crammed food into his mouth like a radioactive vacuum cleaner. It was like he had a death wish or something.
"Why are you raiding our pantry?!" Nazbol yelled at him. "We're all going to starve!"
Posadist tried to reply, but he was stuffing so much food in his mouth that it came out sounding like he was coughing up a lung. He swallowed the entire block of cheese before speaking, and the others had to wait for what seemed like an eternity while he struggled to get the words out. "I'm hungry." he finally got out.
Anmon looked at the pantry and then at Posadist, bewildered. "How can you be hungry after eating all that food?!"
"Earth food isn’t that filling, I have to eat a lot just to get full!" he explained. "You guys eat like you're on a diet or something!"
"Sorry that we don’t feed on nuclear waste, but we’re hungry too!" Nazbol yelled back.
"Grug very scared now."
Posadist ignored everyone’s questions and went on about his business, grabbing more food from the pantry before bolting towards his room. He made it just past the doorway before he tripped and fell to the ground. Apples rolled out of his arms and scattered all over the floor. He scrambled to grab them and stuffed them in his mouth, munching on them as he lay on the ground.
Homonat stared at him for a few seconds, then shook his head and walked around him."He's gone bonkers."
Nazbol looked sadly at his glowing friend and nodded. "Yeah, and we don’t know what’s wrong with him either."
Anmon ignored that shrugged. "He'll be himself again in a few days."
"Or weeks.” Nazbol muttered. He looked sadly at Posadist, who was now ripping open a package of ramen noodles and eating the noodle blocks raw. That orange alien was losing it fast.
A few hours later, Nazbol was still sitting in his room, munching on a hidden bag of peach rings and watching Netflix. He was watching a few episodes of some new show that came out, something about time-traveling bounty hunters. It was pretty stupid, but he hadn't had this much fun in years. He'd forgotten what it was like to sit around and do nothing. Soon enough he had finished binging the show, and he turned off the TV, leaving the room dark and quiet.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of breathing outside, and he sat up quickly, dropping the bag of candy on the floor. He listened for a few seconds, the breathing still audible. He stood up and walked over to his door. He opened it just a crack, peering out into the hallway. He could see Posadist pacing around the corner, a few feet away. "What are you doing?" Nazbol whispered loudly.
That seemed to snap Posadist out of his trance. He blinked a few times, as if coming out of a dream, and turned around to face Nazbol. "I…I..." he stuttered. "I can't sleep. I can't."
"Why not?"
"I…I don't know. Something's wrong, I can’t calm down, even though I’m tired.”
Nazbol looked at him with concern. "It's probably best if you go to sleep, just in case."
Posadist looked down at his feet, defeated. "Well, I don’t think I can be alone right now.”
“What do you mean?”
“During this time of year my species doesn’t like being alone,” Posadist said. "It's bad for our mental and physical health."
Nazbol picked up on what the alien was implying. "Come on," he said. "I'll watch you sleep."
Posadist instantly cheered up, his antennae glowing a bit brighter as he made a happy squeak. He allowed Nazbol to lead him back to his room, and they both sat down on his bed. "Thank you, Naz."
"No problem," Nazbol said, and he pulled Posadist onto his chest, wrapping an arm around him. "We should get some rest, too."
Posadist laid his head on Nazbol's shoulder and fell asleep within seconds. Nazbol felt his warm body snuggle up to his own as his eyes grew heavy, and soon he was too tired to keep them open. He soon joined his friend in dreamland and soon enough he was snoring as well.
The next morning, Nazbol woke up to the feeling of something frigid against his body. He opened his eyes and saw Posadist lying on the bed, but something was horribly wrong. His usual bright orange glow was now gone, with his skin now resembling a greyscale. His antennae were flat and lifeless.
"Sadie?!” Nazbol began to panic, reaching for Posadist. "Are you okay? What happened?!" He gently shook his friend, desperately looking for any response.
Nothing.
He felt sick, he sat up and immediately threw up all over the floor. He was too scared to do anything else, and he cried for the next few minutes, not knowing what to do. He screamed some more, eventually alerting the others in the house. Homonat was the first to see the two on the bed, dropping his mascara bag and running to them.
"Oh my God!!!" he yelled, kneeling beside the bed. He shook Posadist, but it had no effect. He tried to wake him up, but it was useless. He tried to ask Nazbol what had happened but he just cried more, shaking and begging Posadist to wake up.
"Is he…?" Homonat gasped, glancing at Nazbol.
"Wake up!" Nazbol wailed, clinging to Posadist. "Please wake up!"
"Grug heard scream what happen-" Anprim stopped in his tracks, his mouth open and his eyes wide. "Glowing man dead!"
"Stop saying that!" Nazbol screamed.
"Naz…” Homonat placed a hand on Nazbols shoulder, "…he’s not waking up."
"No!" Nazbol said, lifting Posadist in his arms and holding him tightly. He buried his face in his friend's cold neck and sobbed. Homonat hugged Nazbol from behind, and they stayed that way for a few minutes. Eventually, Nazbol stopped crying, and he and Homonat looked at Posadist. They had no idea what to do.
The next few days were a nightmare for Nazbol. They had no idea what to do with the body, was it even safe to dispose of him? The thought of letting a dead alien decay in his room was horrifying, but he couldn't bare to part with his best friend. Anmon tried to talk to him about it, but Nazbol just cried even more.
Eventually, they all decided it was time to let Posadist rest in peace. They carried his body to the field of yellow flowers, and with Anprim's help, they buried him. The flowers seemed to have responded to his death, as they were now in full bloom. They were probably glad to get rid of all his dead biomass.
"I'm so sorry, Naz," Anmon said. "I know how close you two were."
"Yeah," Nazbol said, his voice still shaken from crying. "I don’t know what happened, he wasn’t showing any signs of being sick!"
"He was just eating a lot, that's all," Homonat said. "Maybe he just overate himself. It happens."
"I should’ve cut him off! It’s my fault he’s dead!" Nazbol cried. "I can't believe this happened!"
"I think you're being too hard on yourself," Homonat patted Nazbol, trying his best to comfort him. "You didn't kill him. It wasn't your fault."
Nazbol sniffed before wiping his face with his sleeve. "I guess you're right," he said. "I just miss him."
"I know," Homonat said. "I’m sure he misses you too.”
The two said nothing else and they both sat down on the grass. They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the flowers sway in the wind and listening to the birds of the forest. Anprim crawled next to Nazbol and nestled up to him. "He with Moon God now."
"…sure," Nazbol said. "I guess."
"Be happy that he gone," Anprim said. "No more pain, he die happy."
"I guess so," Nazbol said. He sighed and closed his eyes. "I just wish…"
"Hush," Homonat said, putting a finger on Nazbol's lips. "You did everything you could."
The four of them just sat in the field together, staring at the flowers while the birds flew above.
Three months went by, and the pair of friends had somewhat gotten over Posadist's death. Nazbol, Anmon, and Homonat were in the living room watching some movie about giant robots fighting.
"Transhumanist left to star in this?” Anmon asked.
"Yeah," Homonat laughed. "He thinks he’s gonna be the next big thing."
"I didn't know he could act like that," Anmon said.
"He's not that bad," Nazbol said before eating another handful of popcorn, "I mean, he's just trying to make a living."
"Still," Anmon said. "I never thought I'd see the day when Transhumanist would take the lead role in a movie."
Nazbol just shrugged before taking another handful of popcorn. "So, where’s Anprim?"
"He went out to the fields to look for bugs, he said," Homonat said, shaking his head in disapproval.
"He's always out there playing with dirt clods or something," Anmon said. "Never knows what he might find."
Anprim was collecting rocks and insects in the field out back when he felt the ground shake. He dropped his knickknacks and turned towards the flowers. He investigated the field, eventually tracing back to the grave that he and Nazbol had made.
He knelt by the grave and brushed some dirt away from it. The shaking stopped for a second, before starting up again. Anprim felt the ground rumble and he turned to see a large crack appearing in the ground. A small fissure opened up before another crack appeared next to it. Anprim tried to run away when a hand grabbed at his ankle, and he felt yanked backward. He screamed before quickly hitting the person and taking a look back.
He saw Posadist crawl out from the hole, his face covered in dirt, and his eyes filled with anger.
"What the fuck, Anprim!" he screamed. "What did you do that for?"
"Glowing zombie!” Anprim ran from Posadist and towards the house, screaming the entire time.
Posadist gave chase, but he was no match for the adrenaline-fueled Anprim. Before long, Anprim had made it to the house and slammed the door shut, alerting the others on the couch.
"Anprim? What’s wrong?” Homonat asked, getting up from the couch and going to the door.
"Zombie!" Anprim screamed.
"What?"
"Outside!"
Homonat looked out the window and saw Posadist standing in front of the door, staring at it angrily. "That’s not a zombie!" he said.
"Oh my God!” Nazbol instantly lit up and pushed everyone out of the way. He ran to the door and opened it, rushing outside. Posadist lost his angry demeanor and hugged Nazbol, wrapping him with two pairs of arms. "Sadie!" Nazbol cried. "I thought you died!"
"Why would you think that?!"
"Your antennae was flat! You lost your glow and color! You were ice cold!"
"I was just hibernating!" Posadist said, hugging Nazbol even tighter. "I can’t believe you guys buried me!"
"You should’ve told us that you were going to hibernate!" Nazbol said, pushing Posadist away.
"I thought it was obvious!"
"Just because you started to eat a lot doesn’t make it obvious! I thought you were just trying to get fat!"
"I thought you were stress eating," Homonat chipped in, trying to lighten the mood. "You know, to get over all the shit that happened."
Anprim got on his knees and grabbed onto Posadists pants. "Grug sorry."
Posadist gave him a weird look before patting Anprim on the head. "Um, apology accepted?" He shook his leg, attempting to detach Anprim's grip. "Please let go."
Anprim let go, but he gave Posadist a dirty look. "No more scare Grug, got it?"
"Got it," Posadist said. "Did I miss anything major while hibernating?"
"We left your room alone," Anmon said, "for the most part, Nazbol liked to visit it often."
"Aww, you missed me!" Posadist teased before playfully shoving Nazbol.
"I thought you were dead!" Nazbol said, shoving Posadist back. "You didn't even twitch! I cried for weeks!"
"You care about me!" Posadist said, punching Nazbol in the shoulder before nuzzling him. "You’re so sweet!"
"Sadie! Stop it!" Nazbol laughed, shoving Posadist away and wiping his face. "Stop it, or I'll start crying again!"
"You're such a baby!" Posadist said, cuddling Nazbol again. "Come here, I missed you too!"
The others watched as the best friends reunited, friendship is magic I guess? I’m sorry I don’t know how to write endings, I don’t even know how to write.