Wedding Day Massacre

The weirdo jester entered the restroom brandishing the AK-47 ready to kill. The clownish figure checked out the pair of urinals that sat stinking right beside the entrance, then stepped inside the first stall and gazed upon the foul piss-stained porcelain. Finally, the creep worked down to the last stall and pushed the closed door open with the barrel of the machine gun. It was also empty.

Once Jinx had cleared the entire commode, the deranged entertainer approached the exit. But just before leaving, a closed janitorial closet crossed Jinx’s line of vision. A thought ran through the trickster’s mind as the gloved hand reached for the chrome doorknob.

Upon realizing it wouldn’t turn, the AK erupted, blowing the handle clean off the door. As the steel door squealed open, the closet was revealed, and just like the rest of the room, it was completely empty.

Jinx examined it thoroughly but found nothing of importance. Just a handful of cleaning products, a stockpile of toilet tissue, paper towels, and a nasty mop simmering in a bucket of stagnant gray water.

The gunshots were so loud that Lucas wished he could’ve covered his ears. Instead, he laid frozen in terror trying not to allow his gut to be triggered again. Sweating profusely, he was contorted in an awkward position. Fitting himself into the wooden cabinet below the sink was anything but easy or comfortable, but nonetheless, he’d found a way to stuff himself inside.

A soap refill cap was lodged halfway up his ass and some of the spare rolls of toilet paper were digging into his torso awkwardly. He listened to the beautiful sound of the bathroom door opening back up again, and the ominous footsteps of the murderer that had stalked the area moments ago make their way out.

He’d been stuffed in there for some time. Lucas had been able to hear Sebastian’s entire “speech” while inside. It took him hearing the first shots before he truly grasped what was going on out there.

The forthcoming explosions, screaming, and general panic amongst the tormented guests told him everything he needed to know. He knew it was only a matter of time before they took a gander inside the bathroom. Thankfully, Lucas was able to get creative and it saved his shitty little ass.

“Fuck, Jesus, fuck,” Lucas mumbled to himself, still not sure if he was ready to leave the confines of the cabinet.

“What do I do now?” he whispered to himself.