Haunt - the phone call book 2 ~ bastille fan fiction

Part 8

While Kyle was in the toilet, Woody and Will were waiting in the kitchen and we're starting to get a bit curious why Kyle was taking so long.

"Kyle has been a while....do you think he's ok?" Asked Woody curiously.

"Yeah.... He's probably constipated again..." Replied Will.

"Will!"

"What? This happened before, he took forever in the toilet, I then went to see if he was ok and he said he was constipated and it was not a good si-"

"Okokok I think I've heard enough about that..... wait, he let you in? like in the cubicle?"

"Yeah."

"Ew! Dude that is disgusting!" Woody screeched like a girl.

"Oh my GOD woody, we are all men here! Stop being such a girl! I mean come on, I have seen your dic-"

"Yeah ok Will I don't need to know. Wait a sec, when the hell did you see mine?"

"It was on the tour bus, I accidentally opened the bathroom door on you."

"...Oh yeah... I remember that...that was why we never use the tour bus toilet now."

"It was Dan's idea ok!"

"Yeah yeah, blame it on the dead guy,"

"It's true!"

"Ok. anyways should we check on Kyle?"

"Dude, he is a grown man, I don't think he needs us to check on him."

"He let you in to comfort him when he was constipated!"

"Well, we had had a few scotches at that time."

"Haha well, I will leave him for now, but if he doesn't come back in ten minutes I'm going to check on him."

"Yeah I'm sure he will be back by then."

The voices were still there. Getting worse by the second. More and more tears trembling down his face like a water fall. He was shaking vigorously, breathing quickly, so quick it's not natural.

He had no clue what he should do, so he thought to himself:

Should I tell the others?

No, they would think i've gone mad.

Should I tell Janna?

No, she would think i'm just joking.

Should I tell my cat?

Wait what? ... maybe not the cat idea.

"WHAT THE HELL DO I DO? WHY WONT IT STOP?" Kyle shouted in pain.

Kyle then to actually do his business so he put his trousers and pants down, and sat on the toilet seat with tears flooding out of his eyes and did what he needed to do.

Kyle heard foot steps. But was this his mind or was it real people?

"Kyle are you ok?!" Shouted Woody.

"...Um yeah I'm... fine...." Kyle lied.

"Mate if you are constipated I'm here for you." Said Will. They all laughed.

"Oh no I'm not constipated don't worry."

"Then what's wrong?" Asked Woody. There was a long silence.

".....Chiquitita tell me what's wrooooonnnggg?" Will sang.

"... I have never seen such sorrow," Woody joined in.

"In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow,"

Will looked up and saw above the bathroom door there is a window, he then thought it could be just like mama Mia if Woody went into a ball, and then he would stand on top of him.

"Are we just going to stop there?" Whispered Woody. Will shook his head.

"Go into a ball on the floor and I will stand on you, just like in mama Mia."

"Oooohh yeah!" Woody whispered back as he got onto his hands and knees. there was an awkward silence.

"...Oh.. I hate to see you like... this," Sang Will as he got up.

"There is no way you- HOLY GOD KYLE PUT SOME PANTS ON!" Will shouted as he jumped down off Woody covering his eyes.

"Well he is in the toilet."

"...Umm yeah.. Will...Plus a Man's gotta go when they gotta go!..." Kyle said.

"Also I thought you had seen his man hood before," Commented Woody.

"Yeah I know, it's just been a while...."

"Well then there you go, there's an update!.....wait what?"

"Ookaayy...."

".....Well this is awkward..."

"...Sooooo.... are you taking a piss or a shit?"

"Will that's a bit inappropriate."

"Really woody? really?"

"Will you really think I'm going to answer that."

"Wow wow wow, maybe he has a sloppy poo," Will whispered.

"Will I think you have had enough beer today..." Woody said as he grabbed the beer Will was holding in his hand.

"But drunk Will is the best Will!" Kyle piped in. they all laughed.

Kyle then had the guts to forget about the voices and get out of the bathroom.

As he stepped out of the bathroom the voices faded and faded away slowly back into the distance of his mind.

His mood had changed to the complete opposite.

He had now left the voices behind and tried his best to forget them.

For now......