Entering the bathroom you immediately feel a sense your not alone. The lights are dim and flicker softly, the stalls were crooked and dirty, the mirror had so many fingerprint smudges across it you can't even see your reflection, and the entire room had a soft green tint about it. You walk towards the stall and feel your shoes sticking to the floor, "disgusting" you think as you reach your hand towards the stall door. Before your hand meets contact it's as though something else beats you to it and the stall door begins to creak open. Suddenly you meet horrors eyes as Buggs dead cold gaze meets yours. Horrified and frozen with fear you watch him slide gently to one side of the toilet. Your hands tremble, your knees shake, it's then in that frozen state you realize the pungent smell. It's one you'll never forget, for you see it's hard to shake the scent of rotting flesh and carcass from your memory. You stumble backwards as he gently pats the toilet seat and beckons you to sit beside him. You rush towards the door but it's locked. "The key, the key, WHERE'S THE KEY!!!" You shout desperately as though someone could answer. You shift your gaze to see Buggs drop the keys to the toilet and effortlessly push the flush handle. "No... no... Please! Help me! Can somebody help me!" But there's no one to hear your plead for mercy.
Suddenly you feel his satin gloves on your shoulders. You turn abruptly and start screaming, "Get your hands off of me!" You strike his plush nose with your palm and as he collapses to the floor you scramble through your purse in search of a Bobby pin. As your rummaging through your things you look up to see Buggs looking down on you, those dead eyes engulfing your soul with such force. "Why are you doing this?!" But he doesn't answer, rather he begins to reach towards you. Suddenly it hit you that this was an attempt to grab you and you frantically pull a pin from your bag and attempt to open the door in that split second . Kicking and screaming you manage to hold him off just long enough to get the door open.
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🩸🔪 Buggs🐰🚽
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