Chapter 1/Why?

A/N: This is Part 2 to Bearly Getting By. It will be completely revolved around Stampy and how he is coping with the loss of his friend. Enjoy

"Please come out, Stamps!" Sqaishey's voice came through the door. Stampy had been hiding away in his room for days, maybe even weeks. He was no longer sure of how long it had been...probably not as long as he thought, though.

"Leave me alone!" he called back. He hadn't left his room much at all in quite some time. He didn't want to. He was too tired, too emotionally broken down to even care. The only thing he wanted to do was lay in his bed and sleep. In his dreams, his best friend was always by his side. He was always in a good mood. He had what he wanted. But when he opened his eyes to find himself in his own bed, all he could do was cry.

"Stampy," Sqaishey sounded desperate. "Please let me in."

"No!"

"You won't get any better if you spend the rest of your life laying in your room, you know."

He didn't know how to respond. He knew she was right, but he didn't want to admit it. He sat up slowly so he wouldn't get dizzy and made his way to the door. He didn't want his duck friend to see him in such a horrible condition, but the way he saw it, there wasn't much option. She would not go away. He opened the door a bit and peeked out.

Sqaishey's face was closer to the door than he had anticipated, for when he opened it, he was almost poked in the eye by her beak. "Sorry about that," she apologized. "May I come in? Please?"

Stampy hesitated. He already regretted opening the door the second he did it. He didn't have the patience to be scolded right now. He reluctantly walked away from the door and allowed Sqaishey in. "What do you want?" he asked, sitting down on his bed with his eyes to the floor.

"You know what this is about. You need to get out more. Go to the Funland. Get your mind off things for a while."

"Why should I, Sqaishey?!" Stampy raised his voice. "Why should I do anything? Why did I ever even try to do anything? Why are you even here? To make me get up? To make me try to make new friends? I don't need new friends! I had a friend and he's gone now Sqaishey! Why? Because of me! Because I was an awful friend!"

"Stampy!" Sqaishey yelled over him. He immediately stopped speaking. "I understand. You miss Lee. You can't blame yourself, though. Lee saved your life. You would be dead right now if it weren't for him. He did it because he cared. He wouldn't want you to be so upset over this."

"Then, why do I feel so bad?" Stampy looked at Sqaishey, but immediately looked back down when he saw her eyes on him.

It took a moment, but then Sqaishey answered, "I don't know. But I'm sure if he was in your shoes right now, he would be asking the same thing."