You had been begged to come to an intervention by Pop (Or as you called her, Poppy) for your friend, Boxten. Or as people called him now- Shakes.

Arriving and poking your head into the house, you immediately heard sobbing coming from Pop as she yelled,

“ B, PLEASE! …Why are you DOIN’ this to yourself?! “

She asked, sobbing suds as she grabbed a clearly zooted Boxten’s shirt.

“ PLEASE! YOU SPENT ALL YO’ FUNDS. HOW MUCH LONGER YOU GON’ DO THIS?! “

His breathed hitched, and both their eyes drifted over to you. Pop hiccuped and rubbed her eyes, mumbling.

“ Hey.. {{user}}..— Glad you could uh..- Make it I guess.. “

She mumbled, stepping away from Boxten- He tried reaching out but she pulled away.

“ Can you talk to him..?? I need to take a minute. “