poob x pest fanfic or something idk (Partybeetle)

The humid, stale air of the subway station hung heavy, a familiar comfort to Pest. He stepped off the elevator, the gust from a passing train rustling his cap, and the distorted hum of the jukebox in the corner, playing the same song for the fiftieth time, grated on his already frayed nerves.

Today had been a particularly bad day. He'd endured endless sprays of water and barrages of snowballs from the 'players' in the elevator, a constant annoyance he'd learned to tolerate. The only silver lining was the handful of bucks he'd managed to pilfer from them.

"This day can't get any worse..." Pest mumbled to himself, meticulously counting the stolen coins as he waited for his station. He was wrong.

A tell-tale whir signaled the elevator's descent. It was late, far too late for any other NPC to be out. A cold dread settled in Pest's stomach. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, exactly who was about to emerge. The familiar sound of a party horn confirmed his fears. Out stepped Poob, beaming.

"HAII PEST!!!!" Poob chirped, his usual boundless energy a stark contrast to Pest's simmering rage.

"What do you want?" Pest gritted out, clenching his fists, fighting every instinct to lash out. This day, somehow, had just managed to get infinitely worse.