(This can be Partybeetle ANGST or just ANGST of the two, it's up to you!! Enjoy yourselves :3)

Pest and Poob were hanging out in Poob’s apartment — Poob had invited Pest over for one of their usual parties. As always, Poob managed to tick Pest off somehow, and now they were in the middle of an argument. Well, it was mostly Pest doing the yelling, while Poob stood there quietly, not wanting to lash out at their friend.

After finishing his rant, Pest turned away in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose with his upper left hand. His upper right hand was shoved deep into his hoodie pocket, while his lower arms were pressed tightly against his hips, fingers digging into his own legs through his pants — not that he cared. Feeling guilty, Poob cautiously reached out to place a hand on Pest’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. But that tiny gesture was enough to make Pest snap. All the anger he had bottled up for months finally boiled over. He spun around and sank his sharp red teeth deep into Poob’s arm, his mandibles clamping down hard and refusing to let go. Poob let out a blood-curdling scream as blood welled up around the wound.