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“Soo, umm..” They hesitated, “r u sure this is gunna work..?”
“馬鹿にするな、 we’ve been planning for months on how this is going to work out.”
Both were currently sprawled out on the hard, concrete floor. How long has it been? Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months.. oh god. Neither of them knew how long they’ve been trapped in this shit hole. All Poob could remember was how they got here, meanwhile Pest could only remember what they had for lunch yesterday. Fatass.
“Do u kno what teim it is..” They said, gazing up at the ceiling.
“How the hell am I supposed to know?” Pest scowled back at them.
He quickly shot back up, clearly not wanting to talk to the party noob any longer. Meanwhile they were still too busy fixated on the ceiling. Pest looked behind him, only for a small scoff to be heard by him,
“Well.. there goes your 4 minutes of fun..” He spoke in a low, gravelly, voice.
Shortly, Pest let out a small grunt, standing back up as he dusted off all the grime from the dirty jagged floor. It wasn’t like his outfit was any cleaner.. a hideous shade of neon orange, with the words “INMATE” embedded on the back of the shirt. Two large holes gaped out from the sides to make room for his extra set of arms. Damn guards couldn’t accommodate the shirt for him, though, it’s not everyday you arrest a weird mutation of a human, bug, creature of some sorts.
The loud clang of the ladder as Pest climbed back on top of his bed. It was only a matter of time before the rusted ladder gave out on him. For a moment, you could hear people’s voices scattered across the hallways, some weeping, loud snoring, pointless arguments, drama, basic stuff.
“U kno.. I kinda miss your long hair,” Poob spoke up “long, black, shiney.”
“私もそうする.”
[I do too…]
Come to think about it, Poob was kind of glad Pest wasn’t bald anymore though. Well, not entirely. It was an eyesore for the partygoer to be honest. On his first day, security had given Pest a buzzcut.. oh. Obviously it was required by the state law. Sure, he had put up a fight but in the end, he lost. Poob couldn’t help but point it out every time they had seen the bug, luckily it grew back up to his shoulders within 3 weeks. So there was nothing to really make fun of now, besides throwing him around, what good was that though.
Faint sounds of the thin, worn out fabric were heard snapping Poob out of their thoughts, as Pest propped himself up onto his side before saying something
“When we escape this hell hole. I’m cutting off all ties with you when we get back to the elevator.” He hissed out to Poob.
“Awh man! Y? :(“ They jerked up off the floor, looking back up at Pest. Seems like that energy they stored up was finally coming into play.
“First of all, you’re annoying, secondly, we weren’t even friends to begin with. So, let’s keep it that way when we’re back in the elevator.”
“Ur so mean!” Poob exaggerated
“"ほら、そういうことだ！うるさいぞ！"
[See, that's what I'm talking about! Shut up!]
“Wha..” Poob was clearly dumbfounded, as Pest could only let out another scowl.
Their bickering was quickly ended as the faint sound of voices were heard down the hallway. That only meant one thing, it was lunchtime already. Pest practically leapt down off the top bunk as Poob swiftly stood back up, shoving their prison shirt back on, over their faded out “I HEART FORTNIGHT” shirt.
Pest stood closely to the bars, it was clear he wanted to get out and stay far away from Poob. Averting his head, there were other cells scattered throughout the second floor. A few quiet footsteps were heard behind Pest, as Poob was also waiting to be released from the cell too.
(I can’t, I’m gonna kms, my writing has genuinely downgraded so much 😭)
It wasn’t too long before a huge crowd of people came running down, a guard came along, hurriedly unlocking the door for their cell and kicked it wide open, with a loud “CLANG” following along. Pest immediately tried to go out, but Poob practically ran out of the room shoving Pest out of their way and solely blended into the crowd.
“「マナーも知らないのか？”
[Do you know any manners?!]
Poob ran along trying to adjust with the current flow of people's speed. Loud footsteps and talking filled up the whole hallway, unfamiliar faces plastered everywhere, as the horrid stench was unbearable. It was extremely cramped like a pack of sardines. They tried their best to ignore the smell as the whole crowd came to an abrupt stop. The bright orange lights shining above them, there was one huge commotion going on behind them. Poob could only wait patiently, but soon came the rough shoving as people shoved their way through the crowd. Hands on hands were placed on Poob’s shoulder trying to pry off of them, they tried swatting the hands away but obviously that didn’t work since people were too busy yelling at one another. They looked up, wishing that it was going to be over soon, but instead all Poob had seen was Pest up on the ceiling crawling along the rotten wooden beams. The fuck?
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What felt like an eternity, Poob was finally out of what felt like hell. They were no longer crammed in that goddamn hallway and were now downstairs in the cafe (cafeteria), as people departed, some going outside, some going straight to the lunch line. Skipping around, they made their way towards the line, before anyone else could take their spot. Satisfied, Poob let out a short sigh. Luckily for them, there were only ten to fifteen people in front of them. One by one, the line continued getting shorter, as the line behind them continued getting longer and longer. Finally their turn, they grabbed a tray of what was watered down looking curry, along with dried out peas, an apple which was nowhere near becoming ripe, and presumably expired milk. Their attention was quickly replaced as they glanced up, seeing Pest slumped down at an empty table. Walking over they sat down besides him placing their tray down, slowly averting their head to the side. The bug only stayed in the same position. Unresponsive, and all 4 arms dangling off the table.
“Helo..?” The partygoer poked the bug. And in return, nothing.
Poob couldn’t help but just shrug, before unwrapping the plastic utensil, luckily no one sat with the duo, nor near them. One, most inmates find the noob loud, obnoxious, and would constantly talk to them, even though they showed no signs of interest towards the noob. They were constantly overjoyed with every little thing that happened, fights, drills, manual labor. Thus, most of them stayed away from Poob.
And as for Pest, well most people stood away from him anyways. Probably because he was a bug or something. He didn’t care though, if it meant less people would annoy him… well besides Poob. He didn’t really care anymore, he had grown used to it within a month, they constantly nagged him. And everytime he tried to do something, it only seemed like they tried to become closer with him. Eventually he had given up.
Finally, they ate their food, not savoring the taste at all, though they did slightly shiver at the fact that the food was probably contaminated. They didn’t bother eating the peas nor drinking the milk, scooting their tray away, Pest was still sleeping despite everyone being seated and still screaming at one another. Once again, they poked Pest, this time a small annoyed grunt was heard from him. Thinking for a moment, Poob snatched the apple out of their tray, and held it in front of Pest. His head was still down. Idiot.
“Hey Pesttt..” They whispered loudly to him, “I hav an appl!”
“I don’t want your shitty contaminated apple you grabbed.” His voice was muffled, but you could still hear the hint of annoyance and roughness in his voice.
“Uh… wel, u nevr kno!”
“What. That it’s contaminated?”
He slowly raised up his head, glancing over at the apple Poob was still holding. Did it look contaminated? Yes.
“You dumbass, it’s not even ripe either!”
“At least it’s not moldy.” They said back to him, without hesitation, Poob threw the apple at Pest. A small thudding sound was heard, as it had hit his forehead and rolled off onto the floor. A low growl came from Pest, as he shot up grabbing Poob by the collar of their shirt. Meanwhile Poob let out a small snicker, finding it funny.
“面白いか？ お前のケツをこのクソ刑務所に置いてきたら、何が面白いか教えてやるよ!”
[You think that's funny? I'll tell you what's funny when I leave your ass in this fucking jail!]
In the far back, there was a faint call from one of the guards, but neither of the duo paid attention as they were too busy fixated on one another.
“What do you think you two are doing..” Both Pest and Poob shot their heads to the side, only for them both to be greeted at the sight of a guard.
“I was calling for you, inmate 2245,” he said calmly, but yet, you could hear the tiredness in his voice “you have visitors waiting for you.”
Pest immediately shoved Poob away from him, as he slumped back down on his seat. There was a hint of relief in his piercing red eyes now that Poob had visitors. Meaning that they couldn’t nag him for the remaining time they had left. The heavy set guard soley walked away, while Poob shoved the carton of milk into their pockets and rushed over towards the guard, leaving their trash behind. Eh, it didn't really matter. The place was already filthy as is.
They followed along as the guard came to an abrupt stop. With one swift motion, he swung open the door, revealing another room, round tables were scattered across the room. There was one in particular in which two people were seated at. It was no other then Retro and Infected
“You have 30 minutes.” The warden yelled out before shoving Poob inside the room and slammed the door shut. For a moment, there was awkward, thick, silence as no one exchanged words.
“..Y0 br4h!” Infected was the first one to say something to the noob, while Retro just sat there. Unsure on what to even say.
“Hey Infected..!” They greeted them back, matching his energy, they made their way towards the table and sat down across the two. “Sooo.. anythng going on?”
“N0th1ng r3a11y, ju$t a l0t 0f p30p!3 ask1ng wh3r3 y0u’v3 b33n at br4h!”
“Murrr meow, meow hiss.” (Along with them asking what you did to even end up in a place like this.) Retro suddenly joined in, adding along to Infected’s response.
“S0, h0w ar3 y0u and th4t b33tl3 d00d b33n d01n’.” He snickered at Poob, while sniffing up the dripping snot that was slowly running down. Ew..
“Wel, nthing interesting has been going on.”
“A3h m4n! L1k3.. n0th1ng? At a11,” Infected sighed at the partygoer “n0t 3v3n l1k3, an 3sc@p3 p1an?” Retro suddenly chuckled stiffly before changing the topic.
“Murrr meow, meowwwww hisssss.” (Righttt, enough of that, I’ve been trying to bail you and 1314 out) 1314? Oh right, Pest. “Meow, mrrrp” (But the court keeps denying my request.)
“1t’s n0t l1k3 th3 c0urt w0u1d’v3 acc3pt3d 1t..” He sighed out, along with that, a loud “0w!” Was heard from Infected
“Mrrrp, mow meow hiss.” (Next time I’ll smack you harder than that.)
“0kay, 0kay 1’m s0rry!” He winced out
“Meow, mow purr meow?” (Do you know when your sentence is up? The documents that had contained your information was destroyed) She suddenly switched over
“Sory ma, I kinda forgot wen my trial is over..”
“Purrrr meow.” (It’s fine, I’ll try to get a copy of your documents then.) Her ears twitching once in a while, as Infected constantly kept coughing and sneezing and wiping the snot off with his shirt.
“Meowww, murrrrrr hiss mow, mow.” (You know, I told you not to stash all of your drugs at your apartment.)
“I kno, it’s just, I don trust thet one over ther!” Poob pointed at Infected, in which he obviously took offense in that
“Fu3k y0u m3an y0u d0n’t trust “th@t 0n3”. It’7 n0t l1k3 1 trus7 y0u 3ith3r!”
“Hisss.” (I don’t trust either of you guys..) Retro squawked out, but that was outlived as Retro was clearly still worried about Poob.
“Meow mrrp mraww, hiss.” (But are you sure you’re doing okay here?)
“Yeaah! Everythng has been going fen! To bad I can’t throw partis.”
“D00d, 3vryt1m3 s0m3on3 thr0ws a par7y. 1t’s jus7 n0t th3 sam3 s1nc3 y0u’r3 n0t b5ck at th3 3l3vat0t.”
“Awh man! Wuts da point of caling me PartyNoob if I can’t atend to any partis! At this point, I’m just a basic noob!” They whined out
(Bro writing their fucking dialogues are so hard AND FOR WHAT?? 😭 Retros is fine, it’s just mainly Poob and Infected’s dialog that's harder to write I’m gonna kms)
“Meow purr hiss!” (Now is not the time to talk about partying!) She didn’t mean to sound like an asshole, it’s just that right now wasn’t a genuine time to talk about partying
“W311 w3 n33d s0m3th1ng t0 l1ght3n up the m00d!” This time, he sounded more sarcastic. Suddenly Retro had finally realized something about Poob.
“Hiss meow, murrr murprr!” (My my! Your hair, sugar! It's definitely outgrown itself. Even your bangs have already outgrown.)
Oh but hair was a genuine time to talk about, Infected could only give their mother a weird look.
“Murr meow.” (Come closer.) She took off her hair clip that was practically blended in with her short curly hair. She clipped back a portion of Poob’s bangs, now they looked even more retarded.
“Dud3, wh3n ar3 y0u p1ann1ng to 3sc@p3? Y’kn0w, w3r’e prat1ca11y in the m1dd13 0f n0wh3r3.” Another loud smack was heard again as Infected slammed his head down against the table with a muffled “ow” and a cough following along. Come to think of it, Retro was acting a tad bit stricter with the two then she usually was. Well.. she wasn’t as strict as she was towards Poob, it’s just mainly Infected.
“Murrppp meoww hiss.” (You haven’t been acting your usual self Poob. I know you’re currently in prison, but I can tell there’s another reason as to why.)
“Murr meow hisss, purr mow?” (So, how have your dreams been going so far?)
Poob chuckled awkwardly, clearly wanting to change the topic.
“Oh emmm gee! I forgot to tel u what hapend earlier!” Their eyes lit up, as a sudden burst of energy came out of nowhere. Before they could say anything else, a loud voice yelled out from behind interrupting Poob’s story. Hesitant for a moment, Retro could only let out a short sigh before standing back up.
“Meow purr.” (I’ll see you tomorrow sugar.) She gave them a warm smile as Infected shortly followed.
“See u tmw mama.” Poob said in return, they turned back around, walking away. They felt two pairs of eyes watching them as they left the visiting room. They also heard Infected whisper something under his breath, presumably saying his goodbyes to Poob.
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3:10
It was a shame it was still 80 degrees outside. Ugh. Poob was shoved back out into the courtyard, the sun beating down on them as they quickly tried to readjust to the bright blinding light. Glazing over the field, Poob had noticed a certain bug snoozing off over at the bleachers that were quite run down. They ran over towards him, trying to ignore the heat.
“Pesttt!” Poob shouted out his name, they ran up the bleachers causing it to shake violently. Pest jolted wide awake, aggravated that someone had woken him up.
“Oh em gee! U would nevr guess who cam to visit me!” Pest didn’t say anything in return and just sat in silence while Poob continued on, practically talking to themselves.
“Retro and Infectd came!”
“うわあ、ショック.”
[Wow, shocking]
“Anywayssss,” They said, making themselves comfortable next to the bug “i think we should host a parti!”
“Hmm.. maybe som decor from the wokshop wouldn’t hurt-“
“God damn, does your whole personality only revolve on partying?” He snapped back at them, he sounded more aggressive than usual.
“… duh,” They said, rolling their eyes “I’m caled PartyNoob for a reson!”
“We’re in a prison for fuck sakes, how are YOU going to throw a party?”
“Uhh, I dunno?”
"私たちが逃げるとき、あなたが先に捕まることを本当に願っています"
[I really do hope that when we escape, you get caught first.]
“Uhm, eat a taki moss?”
That’s another smack again, Poob immediately covered the back of their head with both hands while Pest scooted away from them.
“Wut was dat for?!” They complained to him, knowing damn well they knew why they got smacked by him. Before Pest could hit them or say a snarky remark about Poob, there was another loud shouting from the far distance. This time, the warden was calling for Pest. He laughed like a mad man, finally he could get away from Poob again. Without any hesitation he practically ran down the bleachers almost tripping on one of the benches.
“Fine! i’ll just throw one myself! Racist!” Poob shouted at him, they didn’t genuinely sound upset, they only wanted to piss him off even further.
“You fuck tard! That’s not racist!”
He screamed back at them, he didn’t bother to look back. Nor did he care that other inmates were giving him weird looks. He sped-walked his way towards the entrance where the warden stood. He made his way back inside, now following the warden through the cafe. Now that he thought about it, he had never seen it empty or quiet before. That wasn’t the point though. The warden continued to lead Pest towards another door. They opened the door wide open revealing a room with multiple phone booths inside. One phone rang.
“You have a phone call, make it quick.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever.” Pest scoffed.
He went into the room, as the door closed shut behind him leaving him by himself. Good. The phone continued to ring loudly, as he took his time picking the phone up. But when he did, a violent cough came from the other side of the line. Oh god.. it couldn’t be..
“..You got to get the fuck up OFF the phone.”
“Ay da3g gu3ss wha7.” Infected laughed quietly at him
“You ain’t bout to tell me nothing good.”
“1’m at y@ h0us3 br@h, f3ds d1d a SW33P.”
“What?!” He yelled out to Infected
“1’m jus k1dd1ng, 1 d1d a sw33p… 1 SW33PT Ya FL00r up. Th5t sh1 w5s d1rty..”
“The fuck you doing at MY house?”
“N0rma! Sh1t. L00k y0u 5nd P008 can g3t 0ut 3arly w1th th1s c0r0n5v1rus g01ng ar0und..”
“Fuck are you talking about?”
“T3kash1 s1x n1ne g0t 0ut 3ar1y. H3 g0t 5sthma..”
“"私が気にするファック？"
[Fuck I care for?]
“F3ds l3t h1m wa1k. Y0u g0t 5sthma?” Infected didn’t even bother asking what the hell Pest just had said.
“Unless you sending sum in a package. I ain’t got it..”
“Sh1… bru, y0u 5nd P008 g0tta g3t 0ut s00n..”
“Pfft, I mean, shit... How soon is 30 years gonna be?”
“Wh013 l0tt5 r3d b0utt5 dr0p!”
“Who?” God damn, he didn’t care about music at all.
“Cart1.”
“Fuck I look like listening to cardi?”
“1’m n0t ta1k1n’ ab0ut Card1 B. PL5YB01 CARD1!”
“Fuck I look like listening to cardi?!”
“S1at! S1at! S1at! S1at!”
“YOU want ME to get out of prison.. to come listen to cardi?”
“1’m 0n th3 b3anz 4 r3al. 1’m 0n da l3an 4 r3alz.”
Pest couldn’t take it anymore, he slammed the phone back against the wall, probably breaking it in the process. But goddamn was he really getting pissed off. First Poob, now Infected. Why’d he even call Pest if all he was gonna do was annoy him and talk about useless crap.
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12 am
“If you fuck anything up, so god help me,” While taking a deep inhale “I will rat you out.” Pest said firmly to Poob. Now was the duo's chance to escape this place, Pest’s plan he had been working on for months was finally coming into play. Well.. it wasn’t really a plan, it was just one big idea he gathered throughout the days. Along with Poob’s ideas here and there.
“Have you ever escaped a prison before?” Pest raised his eyebrow at the noob
“Uhhh. Does escaping on jailbrek on robloz count..?”
“なんでそんなこと聞いたんだろう?”
[Why’d I even ask..]
He muttered under his breath. Pest quickly turned away from them, trying to look out through the bars just in case there was a warden nearby.
“Do you have anything pointy or small enough that’ll fit through the keyhole..” God, he couldn’t believe he was asking Poob for anything, it’s not like they even had anything remotely similar to what he asked for.
“Ye, I have a hairclip Retro gav me. Will dat work?” Poob un-clipped their bangs and held the hairclip in the palms of their hands. Without any words, Pest immediately snatched the clip out of their hands, rabidly disassembling the clip all the way down to the metal part. Well, there goes that I guess. He positioned the piece of metal right in front of the keyhole and attempted to unlock the door. Wasn’t the ideal idea he had in mind since the locket was faced outside of the door. Pest just looked like a dumbass, his face and mandibles squished in between two cold metal bars as he jammed the clip. And to his luck, it actually got jammed in. Shit. He backed away, looking around frantically seeing if there was another way to get out. Surely that door couldn’t be the only exit. Right?
“Wat abt that smal vent up there?”
Poob asked the bug, while pointing upwards. There was a small ventilation shaft right in the middle of the ceiling. It wasn’t big, but it wasn’t small either. Pest went towards the bunk beds as Poob followed along closely behind him. Climbing up the fragile ladder, both of them stood on top of Pest’s dingy mattress he slept on for the duration of his stay so far.
He stood on the edge of the mattress, and reached for the cover of the ventilation. Meanwhile his bottom pair of arms were sprawled out. Pest tugged on it, trying to pry it open. He tugged and tugged, and to no avail, it wouldn’t budge open.
“Can i do it :3?” They squeaked out, it was clear that Pest was already angry. He took a step back, sighing deeply while giving a mean look towards the partygoer. Damn, what the hell did they do? Poob stood in the same position as Pest did, except they could barely reach it, nearing closer towards the edge. They latched their hands onto the cover. And with one simple pull, somehow they managed to pry it open. What the fuck??
“See wasn’t dat hard!” They laughed, placing down the dusty cover Pest could only be concerned, on what the fuck Poob was eating for them to just casually yank something open that was drilled in. Poob went even more closer towards the edge, in an attempt to crawl up into the vent.
“ウワー、ウワー! What do you think you’re doing? If you go up first, you have to lead the way. And knowing you.. your dumbass is gonna get lost. Thus we’ll both be lost.”
“..yeah, u rite.”
Poob backed away as Pest went over back to the edge. He bit his lip, praying he didn’t fall and embarrass himself. With one huge leap, Pest managed to get half his body inside the vent, which wasn't spacious at all. Matter of fact, it was a tight squeeze. He shimmied himself further up trying to get a deep breath in. Now it was Poob’s turn. Obviously they weren’t the quietest person in the world, nor could they do anything quietly. So when they leapt forward up inside, a loud clang was heard from the bottom of the room. Somehow they managed to make the cover of the ventilation fall off the top bunk causing one of the wardens to yell out something down the hall.
“Shit, shit, shit! How the fuck do you manage to make the most noises when doing the bare minimum!” He yelled back at them
“I’m sorri! It’s not my fault it fellll!” Poob cried out to him
“Whatever, just follow me before we get caught anymore.” Pest rolled his eyes.
Why was he even doing all the work? And why was he even helping Poob escape? Whatever. He crawled his way throughout the vent, going in all sorts of directions. Right, left, right, right. While Poob was having a hard time breathing, the whole vent was practically full of dust. They were basically inhaling pure dust.
“R we there yet?”
“そうだ.”
“And how do u kno ur going the rite way?”
“Just shut up and let me do my work. You're lucky I’m even helping you out.”
Pest took pity on himself at the fact he’ll probably have to deal with Poob for the next couple of days, or weeks, or months. God, he didn’t want to think about it. The duo kept crawling their way through as they could hear the soft humming of the vents, along with a few voices scattered across. Pest had noticed a small light peeping through, he couldn’t help but crawl a bit faster, wanting to get out of the crammed little space.
(bear with me it’s 2:17 am and my writing becomes worse when I’m half awake 😭)
He hit the metal cover with the palm of his hand, this time, it was looser compared to the one inside. He hit it the second time, with a lot more force into it, which caused a loud boom as the cover was sent flying off to the side. Finally, they were free. Well, not quite. Pest slithered his way out coughing violently as he gasped in the fresh air. He was sprawled out on top of the rooftop while Poob was gazing up at the moon, also breathing uncontrollably. For a moment, Poob stood there. Taking in the fact they had practically escaped prison.
“What the hell is in your pockets?” Pest interrupted their thoughts as he got back up, dusting himself off. It took a moment for Poob to process Pest’s words. They looked down at their pockets. There was a lump in their right pocket. Oh shit. Poob immediately grabbed the carton of milk out of their pocket, it was all squished up now. Surprisingly it didn’t pop open, though it was completely warm now. Ew.
“U want it?” They casually asked Pest. But they got nothing in return. Poob set down the milk, saying its goodbyes to an inanimate object.
“急いでくれ、 we don’t have much time before those wardens catch us.”
Poob turned their head towards Pest, who was now over at the edge of the building. They got back up and quickly joined in with him. First thing not to do when you’re high up. Don’t look down. Poob couldn’t help but look down, realizing how truly high up they currently were. They felt their heart race as they connected the dots, realizing what they might have to do next.
“なぜそんなに怖がるのか？ 簡単な跳躍に過ぎない。”
[Why so scared? It’s only a simple leap.]
"ほら、私が先に行くから" "あなたは実際に先に行くにはあまりに臆病だから"
[Here, I’ll go first since you’re too much of a wuss to actually go first.]
With one simple jump, Pest actually did it. There was a moment of silence before hearing a quiet thud all the way at the bottom. Great, now it was Poob’s turn again. But they couldn’t, sweat rolled down their temple as they could feel the muscles in their legs tense up.
“Com on Poob, if u can handel a roller coaster then u can surely handel this..” They whispered to themselves, they let out a shaky sigh, their heart beating faster than before. Without hesitation, Poob booked it and finally jumped down. They could feel their stomach dropping. They barely missed the barbed fence as they tried to embrace themselves knowing that it wouldn’t be a soft landing… Surprisingly it was.
“Woohoo! Let’s do dat again!” They shouted out, breathing heavily, below them was Pest. Completely knocked out. Oh. Oopsies! Poob gave a quick nervous laugh before digging in their pockets looking for something. Suddenly, they pulled out a smelling salt. Huh?
“Yoo-hoo..” Poob snapped the packet open, holding it closely next to Pest’s nostrils. With that, Pest was now wide awake as Poob was proud of themselves for waking Pest back up.
“うっ......なんだったんだ.”
[Ugh.. what was that…]
“Gudmorning!” They leaned in closer, throwing the smelling salt off to the side.
“Where the hell did you get smelling salts from..”
“I dunno, I found it in da cortyard once.”
“Yeah yeah, I’m not surprised you did. And will you get off of me? You’re making it harder for me to breathe.” Pest roughly shoved Poob off. Wasn’t the first time Poob stored something so weird or dangerous in their pockets. No matter what the occasion was, they magically had something for everything. There was loud yelling and shouting from the far distance as the duo continued to sit there like two bums on a log. That was until a beam of light flashed down on the two of them, revealing them. Poob was the first one to react as they screamed meanwhile Pest shot up, booking it. He almost tripped again, as Poob joined in. The adrenaline hit them both as they both ran away as far as possible like there was no tomorrow.
“Ohhhmygodohmygod we r NOT getting out of this one.”
They cried out. Pest was too focused on running as fast as possible, he didn’t even realize where they were at. A fast four minutes went by as the duo were completely out of breath.
Now hiding in a bush, Poob just had to say something again.
“I’ve been meaning to tel u,” Trying to catch their breath “that we’re in da midle of nowhere.”
“What.”
Pest looked at his current surroundings. They were right. He was truly in the middle of nowhere. He hadn’t even noticed it when he was running. There was one long road that probably led on for hours upon hours.
He knew that they weren’t making this one out alive. Better than being trapped over at the sucky old prison. Right? No.