He had felt it almost the entirety of the show, the steadily growing pressure in his bladder. It didn't matter at the moment though, he was having fun on stage and singing for their fans.

It wasn't until ¾ of the way into the show he was really straining. It was only three more songs until the ritual ended, he could totally hold it for three more songs! Of course, the straining hindered his movement, he didn't move much for the rest of the show, but that was fine.

Every song felt like eternity to him and his aching bladder which felt worse every minute. When it ended he ran off stage, practically sprinting for the dressing room bathroom. Once he got there, a wave of relief washed over him as he slowed down and twisted the doorknob.

Clunk.

Oh…

The Papa pulled on the door, trying to open it. He knocked and asked if anyone was in there, dismayed at the lack of answer. He felt like he was close to the edge. He had to find a bathroom soon.

He saw the ghouls coming to the dressing room, they were talking and joking around as usual. He ran past them, finding himself in a hallway he didn't recognize. He whimpered to himself, he was so close to bursting but he couldn't lose control now. Every room he checked for a bathroom. He pushed his thighs together, trying to keep the floodgates at bay. This was in vain.

A spurt of urine came out, dampening the ripped jeans he wore. His gloved hands immediately came down to stop this, but it was no use. It came out in a small stream at first, before quickly devolving into a large and loud waterfall. Soon his jeans were thoroughly soaked in piss.

Tears pricked his eyes. It was simply humiliating. Losing control like this, it was infantile. He crumpled to the carpet that absorbed most of his shame. A sob came out and the other waterfall came with it. Tears streaked his face paint.

What if someone saw him? He would surely be the laughingstock of the Ministry. The Papa who couldn't hold his piss. What if he was removed from the papacy for this? What would Papa and Sister think? All of these thoughts made the tears flow quicker.

He curled up, pulling his knees to his chest and sobbed.

Soon he felt someone's presence in the room with him. More like 8 presences. He looked up to see all of the ghouls in the doorway where he came, looking at him with concerned masked eyes.

With that, he froze like a deer in headlights. He felt sick to his stomach but he felt the blush on his face grow stronger. He probably looked a mess, with piss, tears, and face paint everywhere.

So this is it, he thought. He'll be ridiculed forever! The cries that stopped momentarily came back. Sobs racked his body as he hid his face.

He felt a hand touch his shoulder. He looked up to see a ghoul, Aether, standing next to him. Soon, he was engulfed in a big hug. It puzzled him as to why the ghoul gave him a hug in this state but it made him feel better. One by one, he felt other ghouls join in the hug. He let out a sob and thanked them all.

He walked back to his dressing room to change, his pride surely diminished.