Poor Cory. He had been turned into a perfect replica of his own turd down to every minute detail. He was floating in the toilet bowl, his cylindrical body coiled around the other piece of shit in a very awkward hug. Both brown serpents were splitting images of each other, with both of them having a piece of corn in the same spot.
Unlike Cory, the other piece of shit couldn’t hear, smell or wiggle and wasn’t currently dwelling in a total state of panic, horror and disgust.
Cory envied that his twin couldn’t smell, because the smell of the identical brother he was so closely embracing was unbearable.
“Oh god, why? I literally shitted myself. Maybe Charles and his goons are right and I don’t deserve to be called a man...”
This couldn’t be it. Cory’s young life couldn’t go down the drain like this! He may not have been the splitting image of masculinity as a boy, but that was no reason to give up and resign by becoming a stinking piece of poop! There were two pieces of crap in the toilet, but only one of them had a fighting spirit!
Gathering up all the strength his shitty body could possibly muster, Cory broke the embrace with his brethren and attempted to climb up the toilet bowl, the little piece of crap that could inching towards freedom.
It wasn’t easy. Cory was inching his whole body like a worm and the toilet bowl looked gigantic compared to him. The moment he left the cold water his naked body shivered with the temperature difference.
If he were still human, a quite beautiful image could have been seen. An effeminate-looking young man, droplets of water and sweat dripping down his naked body as he struggled to survive by climbing for his life. Truly a portrait of masculinity and survival.
But he wasn’t human, he was a small living piece of poop trying to escape from a toilet.
When the husky school janitor, a huge man with lots of hair that constantly smoked huge cigars during school hours, entered the restrooms and looked at the toilet he didn’t see the former image, only the latter one. So he didn’t have any reason to think that little piece of shit reeked of masculinity but only of bodily waste. And thus, his manly face showed a clear expression of disgust and flushed down the toilet before leaving the stall.
“Nooo!!!” Cory wanted to scream, but the janitor couldn’t hear his cries.
A huge cascade of water came down. Cory and the other turd began to spin around in circles. Cory kept attempting to wiggle his way out but it was futile, the water was too strong for the little piece of crap that couldn’t.
However, a miracle seemed to happen for poor little Cory. His identical twin went down first and seemed to clog up the pipe momentarily. It didn’t last for long but it was enough for Cory to not go down the drain along with his replica. The water stopped flowing and Cory was once again floating in still waters, albeit now without the company of his twin.
There were no more chances for little Cory. One more flush and he’d end up being sucked up by the sewage system like the twin who had just heroically sacrificed itself.
Cory had no time to waste. He climbed up the toilet bowl again with half the energy from before but with double the perseverance.
Strangely enough, he made it this time. He had climbed up the edge of the bowl. Now he just had to figure out a way to get down from... Ah!!
The wet piece of crap slipped. Everything seemed to occur in slow motion. A fall of insignificant height for a human, but fatal for a feeble piece of bodily waste like Cory was. He saw the hard floor coming closer and closer until... SPLAT!
Cory’s sense of vision became a garbled mess. He didn’t know which way was up and which way was down. He felt like his insides were in the wrong places. He wiggled blindly, trying to put himself together.
Then, Cory once again heard the robotic male voice from the Chronivac inside him. “ERROR (UserUnrecognizable) THE USER BECAME GARBLED. ATTEMPT RECONSTRUCTION?”
Cory had no way to accept or decline that request. He just hoped the Chronivac wouldn’t do anything dangerous by default. Best case scenario it’d restore him back to his original human self, but if this terrible day’s events told Cory something was that most probably he wouldn’t be so lucky.
As Cory fought his hardships, he could hear the boots of the husky janitor who had nearly flushed him down walking close by, apparently he was lighting up a cigar before he resumed cleaning up messes around the school. He didn’t seem aware at all of the fact that one of the students had gone missing.
A few flies were towering above the poopy mess that was Cory. One of them crept closer to him rubbing his tiny legs, clearly hungry...