A few days had passed since the rat incident. Even though they were uneventful he was still too paranoid to get any meaningful rest. He wondered if it was retribution for fighting the local vermin over food, that and the unstoppable diarrhea. He used up what was left of his personal time off blowing up the toilet. If he wasn't better by tomorrow he would just have to shit himself at work...
Bill devoured two pounds of cheese in an effort to stem the tide. It was to no avail. He grimaced when he got a look of what was coming out of his ass. More rat entrails. What a rough week. It was time to lay off the garbage for a while. At least he had the mannequin for company.
Once he was sure his ass wouldn't explode any time soon he emerged from the bathroom. The mannequin was standing right there. He jumped in surprise. This had to be a prank. Still it unnerved him. There were no signs of a break in. He was certain he would have noticed if one of his friends had come in.
He moved the mannequin out of the way. "Haha you got me guys." He said nervously, still hoping it was some sort of joke. The bed creaked loudly when he fell back onto it. He broke out in a cold sweat. A loud scraping sound could be heard outside of the room. A pathetic whimper filled the ensuing silence, along with another wet fart.
Suddenly the only plate he owned was smashed onto the kitchen floor. Bill pulled the blanket over his head and hoped to wait out the intruder. Loud uneven footsteps crunched over the glass. Murmurs of another language clung in the charged air. The power went out when the footsteps stopped short of his room.
He farted in fear, his anus almost prolapsing. His heart pounded in anticipation. A loud clattering of wood and plastic echoed through the room. He cried out in panic as he flailed wildly under the blanket.
A few minutes passed before he felt brave enough to peek out. Bill slowly peeled the blanket off his head and peered around. Nothing out of place except for the mannequin laying on its side in the doorway. He slid back under the blanket and tried to go to sleep.
Before long nature called again. Once again emerging from the safety of his blanket he ended up face to face with the mannequin. He screamed in terror and promptly shat himself. Damn not again. He sighed in relief when he realized it was just Karen, the mannequin. He leaned over and kissed it, still sitting in his shit. The warmth of it excited him a little as he caressed the mannequin's chest.
A loud screech pierced his ears and he passed out seconds later...