#urophobia

Couldn’t pee, so I hit my light bladed diapered crotch some more and had 9 gulps of egg nog liquor to loosen up. Punk in diapers!

Someone peed on the floor here at work and then kept walking and then left.

Someone peed on the floor here at work and didn't fucking tell anyone.

➰: A muse I’ve played before.

The light of a log cabin shone before you. Silently thanking the gods for this, you dashed up the door and knocked. A young maiden, about 13 or so, answered the door.

“Hello? Oh, you must be lost! Let me get you a drink!” Without even letting you speak, they dragged you inside and pushed you onto a chair. After a minute, they came back with a cup of tea. Not one to turn down hospitality, you took a swig.

Almost immediately, your stomach cramped and you doubled over in pain. You began to hobble over to the maiden and asked her what was in that tea. No response. Another cramp hit you, this time worse, and you fell to the floor as you felt your bowels and bladder give out. It was getting harder to breathe and your vision was growing dim. You felt vomit rise in your throat, further choking you. The last thing you saw was that horrible little kid standing over you with a smile on their face.

((This was the original version of It, who was only a mirror version of Astra for my other blog at the time. RIP that poor traveler.))

💭: A muse I want to play but don’t.

Gregory’s ears perked up as the front door of the hotel opened and a guest, no, two guests stepped across the checkerboard tiles.

“Oh hello, my friends.” He said as he stepped from behind the desk, candlestick in paw.

“You’re the first guests to come here since we remodeled. Do you like it?” He chuckled, not out of some unseen joke, but out the the fact that his Mama would have another soul to consume.

“Let me show you to your rooms.”