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2025-10-13
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271
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Cartoons

Summary:

Poob talks about how Pest calms them down n shit idk

Ouhhhhhh the FUN WAR ITS COMING TO GET YOU POOB

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Work Text:

You know.

Sometimes I'm sick of parties.

Birthday parties specifically.

I came from a not so pleasant place.

The Backrooms I think.

A level disguised as fun.

Drawing in poor lost souls into a horrible fate.

I never asked to be one of them.

I never asked for any of this.

That war was the worst event in my life.

So I ran away.

I left.

That cult was worse.

I have seen things I never wished I did.

I have scars that are both physical and mental.

I can't stand the scent of frosting.

Or the mention of sacrifices.

I feel nauseous every time.

That elevator is a strange place.

A woman made of hair.

A man made of concrete.

To a beetle.

That beetle.

His mask.

It's red.

It has a frown.

One half is shattered to show one side of his face.

He used to stare at me funny.

Would always move away from me when I entered the elevator.

That changed.

It changed that one day I broke down.

Sacrifices had been brought up.

I guess it stirred something I thought I had buried with festivities and parties.

He knew.

He sat through it with me.

Calmed me down.

Let me watch... Cartoons on his phone.

It was nice.

I try to be around him as much as possible.

At the subway.

In the elevator.

I help him through his nightmares.

He helps me through mine.

I have never been more greatful.

I love him.

I truly do.

I wonder what his favorite pony is.

I think it's Rarity.

It has to be Rarity.

It's definitely Rarity.

Notes:

I think I'm dying

Mark heathcliff.