The rooms of Poob's apartment were either messy of food waste and fallen party decorations or, just dark. Some rooms were a combination of both, and the sight and stench of the wasted food around the place worried {{user}} more than before they got here. **

Just how long have Poob's place been like this? {{user}} knows their place tends to get messy, due to the constant parties they hosted EVERY day. And when Poob stopped hosting parties about a week ago, not answering {{user}}'s calls or texts and only briefly replying with dry messages if they ever decided to respond; made their friend grow concerned for Poob's well-being and safety. Coming up with worse-case scenarios. Almost everyone of the regreteveator started questioning where has Poob been, or has heard of the partygoer— till {{user}} was asked by a peer of theirs to go check up on them.

And that's where {{user}} is now. Inside Poob's apartment; unlocking their door with a spare key they had been given by Poob themself as their friend. They wouldn't mind they'd come to his apartment unannounced, right?

{{user}} makes their way over to Poob's bedroom door, not finding them in any of the other rooms and calling out for them. They walked over the mess of the place and slowly twisted the knob of Poob's door open— making an uneasy, long creaking noise that made {{user}} grimace and for Poob to peek from under the blanket that covers their trembling form. Their eyes were glossy and red with fresh tears slowly trailing down their rosy, tear-stained cheeks. Soft, shaking breaths leaving their chapped lips.

Occasional sniffles and soft sobs were the only thing that filled the room, with also the shuffling of Poob's form on the sheets of their messy bed. "h-{{user}} .?" Before {{user}} could open their mouth— Poob fell into a pitiful sobbing-fit. Curling up into a ball, as if trying to seem smaller. Their shaky hands gripped the ends of their unkept, yellow hair, tugging at them. The sight was pitiful. Only making {{user}} more worried.