So, it was basically just a normal non-canon weekend in Arcadia Oaks for Jim and Toby. They were just chilling, playing some Call of Duty: Vanguard that just came out a few days ago, and they had just finished eating some ordered pizza in this pandemic-free world.

Barbara had been watching the two dudes in the living room while reading an alternative universe aka canon book about the world they lived in, and her mind was absolutely blown at how many differences could have happened with a single change in their entire lives.

Claire was busy babysitting the actual Enrique while her parents went off on a second honeymoon for their twentieth anniversary. Mary and Darci both hung around with her while they had guacamole and nachos watching this new tv drama that just aired last Friday.

Trollmarket was just as normal as every day. No Bular hunting anyone, no Gunmar escaping the Darklands, and no Janus Order trying to help him get out. It's basically just a dream universe for our favorite characters.

After Jim and Toby got killed in zombies on round ten (they were utterly depressed to know all of their efforts were futile), the latter decided he was going to go take a shower.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," he told his friend and mother. "Then we'll try to beat the game." He seemed very determined to exfil.

So, once he went up the stairs, collected his clothes from his room, and locked himself in the bathroom, he began to take a lovely warm shower.

"Ahh, there's nothing like washing up in warm water after a nice, relaxing day," he sighed while letting the water sprinkle on his hair and face.

Downstairs, Toby was anxiously waiting for Jim to get out of the bathroom, nervously bouncing his leg and fiddling with his fingers. "I think I should have told Jimbo to let me use the toilet first…"

Barbara looked up from her brain-scrambling book and blinked confusingly. "Why didn't you tell him before?"

"I didn't have to go yet?" Toby chuckled sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders upwards. "I guess can wait a little while…"

Unfortunately, Jim was taking his time showering, oblivious of his friend who was desperately waiting to use the toilet. By now, Toby had gone up the stairs and was pacing around the hallway, his legs twisting together. "Oh, Jimbo? Are you almost done?"

The bathing lad hadn't heard his friend through the rushing water, splattering, and his own singing echoing in the bathroom.

"I'm taking a baaaath. A beautiful baaaath~"

Toby's eye twitched.

"Is he still showering?" asked Barbara who stood by the bottom of the stairs.

The redhead began to knock the door rapidly. "JIM, ARE YOU ALMOST DONE?!"

Said boy immediately stopped singing and shouted back, "Almost! Just let me wash my hair!"

"AJPKJHKFKSOFJANF WHO WASHES THEIR BODY BEFORE THEIR HAIR?!" Toby's head figuratively hopped off his body and flipped over. How long did it even take for someone to wash their body? "DON'T TAKE SO LONG! I REALLY GOTTA GO!"

"Aw, Tobes! Why didn't you go before me?!"

"I DIDN'T HAVE TO GO YET!"

With a shake of his head, Jim reached for the shampoo bottle on the container that was on the corner of the wall. He realized there was no bottle and snapped his eyes open to stare blankly at it.

"…"

No shampoo.

"Tobes? Could you come in real quick and hand me the shampoo that's in the cabinet?"

Toby groaned exasperatedly and tried to open the door. He began to twist the doorknob around and huffed. "I CAN'T! You locked the door from inside!"

Jim peered through the curtain and scowled. "Just great." He tried to reach for it but ended up slipping and clumsily falling with half his body in the tub and his torso and head hitting the floor. "OOF—"

Toby winced at the thudding sound coming from the bathroom. "Are you okay in there?"

"I got half my soaking wet, naked body on the bathroom floor, Tobes!" came the Trollhunter's sarcastic response. "Why wouldn't I be okay?!"

Toby bit his lip. After a few pondering moments, he doubled over and tapped the floor with his feet while clasping his hands between his legs. "Oooohhhh Jimbo please hurry up!"

"Tobes, can't you go over at your house?!"

"I'LL PEE BY THE TIME I GET TO THE PORCH!"

"Oh, for the love of—just wait! I have to dry the floor! It's all wet in here…"

From downstairs, Barbara could only sip her coffee in silence while listening to the frantic need-of-peeing boy rushing his friend in the bathroom. "Those boys better clean the bathroom afterwards," she muttered to herself.

The doorbell suddenly rang, and the redheaded mother got up to open it up to see Claire and Baby Enrique.

"Hi, Dr. Lake," greeted the girl brightly while her little brother cooed happily. "I was just wondering what Toby and Jim were up to. Darci and Mary had stuff to do so I thought I could hang with—"

"JIM, ARE YOU ALMOST DONE?!"

"TOBES, STOP RUSHING ME!"

"I CAN'T HOLD IT IN MUCH LONGER!"

"GO PEE OUTSIDE IN THE YARD THEN!"

"THAT'S NASTY! THERE'S NO TOILET PAPER! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO CLEAN MYSELF WITH? GRASS?! I'M NOT A DOG!"

"YOU EAT LIKE ONE!"

"HAHA VERY FUNNY! IF YOU WALK OUT OF THERE AND FIND A PUDDLE OF URINE ON THE FLOOR I'M BLAMING IT ON YOU FOR KEEPING ME WAITING SO LONG!"

"YOU'RE CLEANING IT!"

Barbara could only inhale and exhale. Claire's nose scrunched up and her forehead wrinkled in disgust. Enrique even stopped babbling happily and made a confused "Ah?"

"Does this… happen every day?" asked the councilwoman's daughter.

"It's nothing new, sweetie."

Once Barbara let Claire walk inside to sit down with her brother in the living room, they could hear Jim finally come out of the bathroom and Toby stomp his way into the room while chanting, "OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH."

Jim, only in boxers and t shirt with his hair still dripping wet and his jeans and sweater hanging over his shoulder, glanced at the dashing redhead with an 'are you serious?!' look on his face before heading into his room to put on his clothes. "Goodness gracious. I couldn't even wash my hair—"

"JIM, WHY IS THE FREAKING SHAMPOO BOTTLE IN THE TOILET?!"

THE END