𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊? || 𝙀𝙙 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣

Chapter 3

Ed reentered the stage, expecting torment from his many fans. He picks up the mic that he had previously dropped in a fit of terror and tries to explain to his fans. "I thought it would be funny to do a prank on stage. The whole thing was just a set up and I did not actually poop!" He said, hoping they would believe him. And everyone did, except the pantser themselves.

Suddenly, they appeared on the screens behind Ed. "Can I have your attention," the culprit shouts, "Ed Sheeran is lying to you. I can guarantee this was not staged!" The crowd gasps as they change their focus from Ed to the culprit. "If the incident were staged," the culprit started, "then why would I have been kicked out?" Murmurs from the crowd broke the silence that followed his speech.

"Ed," someone in the crowd shouts, "if you were really a moral Christian man, why would you lie to your greatest supporters?"

Another fan pipes up, "Can we really trust you anymore?"

Overwhelmed with questions, Ed panics. The loudest fart ever made by man erupted from Ed's bowel. He gagged as the rotten fart stench filled the area. The fart was so loud that it echoed as it reverberated through the facility.

People in the crowd started to faint, his fart acting as a laughing gas. Fans were storming the exits, trampling those who had passed out, desperate for escape. Ed also noticed that he had mistakenly trusted a fart for the second time that day.

Because of the tightness of his pants, there was no more room for poop inside. Near the waistline and ankles of the pants, poop was peeking out. One sudden move and his pants were going to burst like a bomb. But instead of causing a deadly explosion, it would cause an even deadlier stench to escape.

Ed was paralyzed by fear. No, something stronger. Pure terror coursed through his body. There was no way he could ever recover from this. He hurt his fans and made a fool of himself on stage. His pantser would pay for what they did to him.