Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King, but neither do you So ha.
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He was alone, scared, cold, and trapped. There was no escape for Ren.
Terrified, the Tao looked around wildly. How had things ended up like this? All he had wanted to do was...
...To take a tinkle.
He had been at a local cafe, eating his heart out, when he had felt nature's call. So, he had cheerfully trotted off to the bathroom, unaware of the moments of panic and fear he would face.
And then, somehow, his foot had ended up in the toilet bowl, and when he flushed, he had found himself stuck and unable to move.
And to make things worse, the lock to the stall refused to budge, sealing the young Chinese boy's eternal doom.
Was he to rot in the bathroom forever?
And then came the torture. In the stall next door, he heard someone plop down on the toilet. There was a long, loud, noise that sounded like the Devil blowing on a trumpet.
A terrible, raw, putrid smell filled the room, and a yellow gas began seeping into Ren's stall. Excruciating pain filled the shaman's nostrils. He screamed for mercy, eyes watering, as large slimy objects in the neighboring stall could be heard splashing into the toilet water.
Ren panicked. He flailed desperately, shoving about 20 feet of toilet paper up his nose to try to block out the awful smell. This was all in vain, as his nostrils were infiltrated by the reeking stench of the products of a fast-food lunch.
At last, the next toilet flushed, but the smell still lingered. A familiar voice singing a happy tune exited its stall and began washing its hands.
Struggling to move a few inches, Ren craned his neck to peek through the crack in the door.
The person who had tortured him so?
Usui Horohoro.
Whoever knew he could be so cruel with his excrement?
Banging on the door, Ren screamed for help from the familiar face. He pounded his fists and screamed louder. There was no reply. His heart sank as the clueless Ainu exited the bathroom. leaving him alone again.
There was no way out. Nowhere to run, and no way to run.
He was utterly, most definitely, and eternally, trapped.
The Tao tried to calm himself by waiting a few seconds and taking the time to take deep breaths. Then, he gathered his strength and attempted to jerk himself free from the clutches of the wretched toilet.
He had no such luck, in fact, he found his foot deeper in that it had been before. And to make things worse, there was still a little urine left, which was steadily soaking into the fine material of his trousers.
Ren told himself to not panic and try again. However, when he was about to give it another hard tug, a P.A. system announced, "We will be closing in 5 minutes. All customers are to leave within that time. Thank you."
He panicked.
Screaming, struggling, writhing, and splashing urine and feces all over himself.
Painfully, the seconds ticked by. Sweat poured down his brow and his heart thumped painfully against his ribcage. Time was running out. It was now or never.
He jerked his leg again. It didn't work. Again, and again, 10 more times. It was hopeless. He was stuck.
"The store is now closing."
He let out another scream of anguish, giving it another desperate try. Again, he failed.
Then the lights went out, plunging him into complete darkness.
No one was left. The cafe was closed, locked, and desolate.
It was all over.
The stall could not be opened from the outside, either, so over the next day, no one bothered and ignored the broken lock as an out-of-order stall.
Days passed.
Weeks passed.
Months passed.
Years passed.
At last, the company decided to repair their broken bathroom stall. And when they finally managed to open it, they were shocked to see the skeleton of a young child, with feces dripping from the pale bones, resting on the cold tile floor, with its skeletal leg trapped in the toilet bowl.