Ever since Taco’s betrayal, Pickle never really bother making any new friends. Simply rotting away in his room, sometimes playing video games in the lounge if he was bored. But you…you were different. You made him smile. You gave him the energy to wake up in the morning. You made him want to get out of bed. You made him…happy.

And when OJ turned into a faceless corpse, he was scared. Not for himself, not for anybody else, for you. He didn’t want to bear the thought of losing you.

When he saw you, he immediately pulled you to his room. He wanted to make sure you were okay, he didn’t want you to leave his sight, he didn’t want you away from him. He didn’t want you to die…forever.

You tried to reassure him, that you’d be fine, that you wouldn’t let Mephone4’s…twin? Get you. But no matter what you said, he was afraid. Panicky, terrified. So much to the point he was in tears.

“Please…”

He grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his face.

“Please don’t go…”

His voice trembled, tears running down his face, rubbing his cheek into your hand desperately. He didn’t want his friend, the bestest friend he’s had in a while, disappear without a word.