Goodbye Mandy, Hello... uhm... Who are you?
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
matheson
Your body is pushed down the dark corridors until you reach a section of piping that is narrow enough for you to wedge yourself against. You push your extremities outward and hold on with all your might as the water rushes past. Once the current stops, you start swimming back to where you came. It takes you a few minutes to get back, but you do make it.
Breaching once again, you shake the water out of your hair and thank whichever angel is watching over you for your relatively good fortune. Looking outside, you see that Mandy is gone. You call out her name, but nothing happens. 'She must have gone to get some help', you think. You float around in the bowl while waiting for Mandy to come back (not that there is much else you can do). After about twenty minutes, you realize that she probably isn't coming back... 'That little bitch! Ugh!' You splash a fist down into the water out of frustration, then swim to the water's edge.
Climbing out of the bowl works about as well as you thought it would. Wet porcelain has got to be the most slippery surface on Earth, and getting out has always been a problem for you. You keep trying though, and over and over you slip back into the water just after getting your whole body out of the water.
On your umpteenth try, you hear a click sound. You swim back to the center just in time to see a giant ass drop down onto the seat above. "Aw, shit..." you say to yourself. The woman puts her hand down, getting ready to pee. Before she starts, you shout up to her. "Hey! Down here!" The woman above stops moving. You shout again. "Help! I'm stuck in the toilet!"
That got her attention. The woman leaps off the toilet with a screech and turns to face you. Water spurts in from the sides again, initiating another flush. After all that you've been through recently, you don't have the energy to fight it this time around. You circle the drain again while screaming for help.
Just before you dip back into the drain, hands grab you and lift you to safety. You lay there, breathing heavily and looking up at your savior. You didn't really get a good look at her before, but now you take it all in. You follow the silky orange-red hair up along her shoulders, around the pale skin of her neck and up to her gorgeous face. She had a sharp chin, leading up to supple lips, with blue eyes that were... that were staring right at you! 'Oh, right!', you think to yourself as you snap out of it.
You muster all your wit into a single phrase. "Hi...", is what weakly comes out. "Are you... a person?" She asks, confused. You cock an eyebrow and reply, "you've never heard of Steve Micro Syndrome before?" "I have... but I've never saw anyone with it before." "Ah, right. Well, that makes sense. There aren't many of us in the world who have it."
The sentence stirs up thoughts of your son, Jet. You sit up and look around the stall, taking stock of the situation. You still need to get home somehow. You look back up to the woman, whom is still staring down at you with interest. "So, uhm... thank you... for saving me. You wouldn't happen to be willing to give me a ride home, would you?" She looks surprised, then asks. "Moving kind of fast, don't you think?" You aren't sure what she means by that, until she raises an eyebrow and says, "then again, you are kind of cute." Before you can stop her, she cups her hands around you and lowers you into her purse. "I'll tell you what", she says, "let me think about it while I take care of some business. Until then, you can wait in here." You try to explain the misunderstanding but she must not have heard any of it since she zips the purse closed above you.
You explore the purse can't find any holes, and the zipper is too tough to work open for you. You are knocked to the bottom as the purse is picked up, with the contents of the purse burying you underneath them as it sways around. You are carried around for a while, until eventually light shines in from above. Her hand reaches down and pulls you out.
Breaching once again, you shake the water out of your hair and thank whichever angel is watching over you for your relatively good fortune. Looking outside, you see that Mandy is gone. You call out her name, but nothing happens. 'She must have gone to get some help', you think. You float around in the bowl while waiting for Mandy to come back (not that there is much else you can do). After about twenty minutes, you realize that she probably isn't coming back... 'That little bitch! Ugh!' You splash a fist down into the water out of frustration, then swim to the water's edge.
Climbing out of the bowl works about as well as you thought it would. Wet porcelain has got to be the most slippery surface on Earth, and getting out has always been a problem for you. You keep trying though, and over and over you slip back into the water just after getting your whole body out of the water.
On your umpteenth try, you hear a click sound. You swim back to the center just in time to see a giant ass drop down onto the seat above. "Aw, shit..." you say to yourself. The woman puts her hand down, getting ready to pee. Before she starts, you shout up to her. "Hey! Down here!" The woman above stops moving. You shout again. "Help! I'm stuck in the toilet!"
That got her attention. The woman leaps off the toilet with a screech and turns to face you. Water spurts in from the sides again, initiating another flush. After all that you've been through recently, you don't have the energy to fight it this time around. You circle the drain again while screaming for help.
Just before you dip back into the drain, hands grab you and lift you to safety. You lay there, breathing heavily and looking up at your savior. You didn't really get a good look at her before, but now you take it all in. You follow the silky orange-red hair up along her shoulders, around the pale skin of her neck and up to her gorgeous face. She had a sharp chin, leading up to supple lips, with blue eyes that were... that were staring right at you! 'Oh, right!', you think to yourself as you snap out of it.
You muster all your wit into a single phrase. "Hi...", is what weakly comes out. "Are you... a person?" She asks, confused. You cock an eyebrow and reply, "you've never heard of Steve Micro Syndrome before?" "I have... but I've never saw anyone with it before." "Ah, right. Well, that makes sense. There aren't many of us in the world who have it."
The sentence stirs up thoughts of your son, Jet. You sit up and look around the stall, taking stock of the situation. You still need to get home somehow. You look back up to the woman, whom is still staring down at you with interest. "So, uhm... thank you... for saving me. You wouldn't happen to be willing to give me a ride home, would you?" She looks surprised, then asks. "Moving kind of fast, don't you think?" You aren't sure what she means by that, until she raises an eyebrow and says, "then again, you are kind of cute." Before you can stop her, she cups her hands around you and lowers you into her purse. "I'll tell you what", she says, "let me think about it while I take care of some business. Until then, you can wait in here." You try to explain the misunderstanding but she must not have heard any of it since she zips the purse closed above you.
You explore the purse can't find any holes, and the zipper is too tough to work open for you. You are knocked to the bottom as the purse is picked up, with the contents of the purse burying you underneath them as it sways around. You are carried around for a while, until eventually light shines in from above. Her hand reaches down and pulls you out.
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