Cru’s BBQ aftermath (The 4th Platoon)

I’ve got a stomachache.

Flare regretted eating Cru’s mushrooms. Sure, they were tasty. However, the idiot forgot to remove some of the spores, causing her to have an episode of diarrhea this fine morning.

She heard the door slamming open. Iron clashing against iron, then a grunt. Definitely Andrew.

At first, the smell was bearable. However, it got increasingly smellier and smellier.

‘ANDREW!!!!!!’ Flare screamed, covering her nose and mouth with her sleeve, attempting to filter out the stench. That smell was definitely not from her.

‘Ah? Flare?!’ Andrew’s voice rang out from the next cubicle. ‘Sorry! Sorry!!! I’m having quite a nasty diarrhea!!!!’

‘Andrew, it just got a lot stinker… Good Lord, I’m having diarrhea too and mine doesn’t stink that much…’ -Gods, it just grew ten times smellier…-‘JUST WHAT THE F*** DID YOU EAT YESTERDAY??!!!’

Some groaning, then splashing sounds. Images popped into Flare’s head, and she didn’t like those images.

‘Some of…Cru’s mushies…Uurggh…’

‘But you weren’t the—OH MY GOD, ANDREW, GET OUT, I CAN’T TAKE THE SMELL ANYMORE!!!’

‘Ok, almost done, almost done!!!!’

‘ANDREW, GET THE F*** OUT, THE TOILET IS STINKING UP F***ING BAD!!!!!!!!’

Teal’s voice; from outside the toilet. ‘Woah, woah,Flare! Never knew you had such a foul mouth. Hey… Speakin’ of foul, what’s that smell?’

‘IT’S ANDREW DOING HUGE BUSINESS, DON’T F***ING COME IN!!!!!’

‘C’mon, how bad can it stink?’

Teal’s footsteps got louder. One step more…

‘DON’T OPEN THE DOOR!!!!!’

Too late.

‘Ehh…I don’t smell nothin’…’

Just at that moment, the pungent smell smashed right into Teal’s face, and she fell backwards onto the ground, covering her face.

‘What the hell… WHAT THE S***, IT’S HELL SMELLY!!! IT’S ALL ANDREW’S POOP???!!!!’

‘YEAH– ANDREW, JUST GET OUT!!!!!’

‘I CAN’T!!! I’M NOT DONE YET!!!!!!!’

‘Oh… ****… What the hell, ANDREW, GET THE F*** OUT OF THE GIRL’S BATHROOM!!!!’

‘Relax!! I’m almost done…Holy ****… I’m in the girl’s bathroom?’

‘YOU JUST REALIZED??!!!!’ Teal screamed, fanning the area in front of her with a gloved hand, attempting to dissipate the smell. Gods, he must have eaten a carton of those mushrooms… no, a whole crate… maybe two…The door’s closed and I can still smell it…

‘Oh my God, sorry Flare!!! I was rushing!!!!’

‘THAT’S NO EXCUSE!!!!’ Teal yelled back, taking a step forwards, before flinching as the smell of faeces overwhelmed her willpower to open the door.

‘BUT THEN THE BOY’S BATHROOM IS SO FAR AWAY!!!!’

‘POOP ON THE GROUND IF YOU HAVE TO!!!!!’

‘I can’t!!! The whole place will stink!!!!’

‘AT LEAST IT’S BETTER THAN STINKING UP THE TOILET!!! Gods below, it just got smellier…’

Flare was desperate to get out. Almost done. ALMOST!!! COME OUT!!!!

And then she was done.

‘FINALLY DONE!!!’ Flare screamed. Teal heard the toilet bowl being flushed.

A moment later, Flare appeared right beside Teal in a familiar blue flash, staggering, the word ‘I am ill’ written all over her face. Damned lucky she could teleport…Oh my god, Andrew’s poop is…

‘RUN, MAN!!!! I CAN’T TAKE THE SMELL, GOD BLESS KLAY AND I HOPE DREV DIES!!!!’ Teal growled, grabbing hold of Flare’s arm, dragging her along as she dashed down the hallway.

Man, I almost died in there… Flare groaned.

Never be in the same toilet as Andrew, eh?

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Author: Couldn’t resist writing this, lmao

4 thoughts on “Cru’s BBQ aftermath (The 4th Platoon)”

  1. Metrolink said: “Thanks for making my morning. Really.

    Cool,waste matter actually makes some1’s day.

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