You feel eyes on you from the urinal on your right. You try to face forward and get your business over with, but your curiosity is urging you to take a peek to your right. Unable to resist any longer, you turn your head to the costumed man. Your jaw almost drops when you see the costume. A big, brown mountain of fur is peeing right next to you. Your gaze scales his big body until you find his eyes and you both just look at each other. You gulp and take in the man; he is easily eight feet tall and has a realistic muzzle that belongs on a bear adorning his face. He returns your gaze with a bit of judgement you don't much notice. A big, bass-y boice finally comes out to you, "What are you doing here, normie? It's Halloween, you're at a zoo, and you aren't wearing a costume. Why don't you just leave, looking like that,"
You're a bit taken abak by his statement. If you didn't feel out of place before, you do now. In fact, that was pretty rude, but you try to keep your temper when you respond, "Well, maybe I'd have a costume if I could find one,"
"I know where all the costumes are, but why should I tell you?" The bear finishes emptying his bladder and starts to walk away. You finish up and follow him to the sink. He's been so rude for no reason! Maybe you'll give him a piece of your mind, "Can't you just be a decent person and tell me where they are?" You raise your voice just slightly to let him know you're frustrated. "I'd watch my mouth if I were you little man," He's seriously calling you little! What an ass! Noticing more of his body, you see his claws and big belly. You'll let him know how you feel about his little stab at you, "What are you going to do about it, fatass?" Your mouth has crept slightly into a smirk. Maybe fatass was too much, though. That just slipped out, but it's too late to take it back, "You wanna call me fat! We'll see who's fat, I challenge you to an eating contest!" His deep, bass voice intimidates you, but you're still mad. Perhaps too mad to be thinking straight, because you immediately respond, "I accept!" A few other guys in the bathroom are watching the spectacle that is the two of you. You can feel their eyes and hear their snickers. "Follow me to the spot," He says, and you comply.
You follow him through some crowds of people on the zoo path. You almost lose him a couple of times in the thick crowds of costumed people, but his tall stance guides you. You feel as though you've made a terrible decision in accepting his challenge. Did you forget his big belly? He'll out-eat you in a second. And, what happens when you lose? Will he just let you wallow in embarassment? Will he do something worse? All of your thoughts have distracted you enough to not even notice that you've both stopped.
"Here we are," He breaks you from your distraction, and you notice a table covered with a long cloth that completely hides the legs of the table. The bear-man reveals two large bowls of Halloween candies and chocolates. So much chocolate. Trying to act confident despite the situation, you ask, "Is that all?" A nervous smirk takes your face, and then it disappears when the bear replies, "No," He pulls out another bowl of the same size, then another, and another, and another. He pushes three bowls to one side of the tabel, and another three to the opposite side. "If you can eat all three bowls of candy, I'll take back what I said. If you can't, you have to do whatever I say for the rest of the night,"
"Bring it on," You shoot at him, again not thinking. You stand in front of your three bowls with nervous eyes. You feel sick just thinking of eating that mich candy. Maybe you can still back out. You try to speak, but he speaks before you can, "Three. Two. One. Eat!"