Jesus it's been three months since I last updated that fic. That's not good. This is the longest hiatus I've ever had for this fic. Reasons for the hiatus were other stories (I think I have about thirteen or fourteen or maybe even more stories I am still working on besides this), college and, for the most part, laziness. Basically, I am one lazy shite.
On the bright side, I have finished all of my exams and projects, and I am likely to pass all of them. Hopefully. But I am off now for the next five and a half weeks, so that leaves plenty of time for me to spam the inboxes of my subscribers with shitloads of updates until the end of January. Obviously, I have not given up on this fic. Not only have I yet to run out of ideas, this is also one of my longest running fics. It has just passed its one year anniversary seventeen days ago. I have no plans to end this fic in the near future.
So anyway, this scene contains a tiny bit of M-rated material. Not enough to force the rating up to M – although the content of future chapters may or may not require this – but it is erotic to some extent. Yeah, I might probably consider bringing this fic up to M. Might. We'll see what happens.
Enjoy!
My Big Fat Creepy Roommate
A Pairing with 18 Letters in its Name
Eventually Chef got bored and made Justin and his father stop with the push ups. Chef placed a chair in the centre of the room, grabbed his father and placed him sitting on the chair. Chef sat down on his father's lap. Then he grabbed Justin and pulled him on to Chef's lap. Chef bounced Justin up and down repeatedly until Chef got on a boner. Chef's dad got on one too. Chef noticed this, but he didn't care. He actually knew that his father was only acting terrified. But Chef didn't care. He enjoyed shifting his father anyway.
Chef rose up from his dad's lap and turned around. Justin was placed onto Chef's dad's lap. Next, a series of tremors of horror spread through every fibre of Justin's body as Chef got on Justin's lap and proceeded to hump the former model. Being sandwiched between too men – both of which were bigger than he was – was not what Justin had in mind when he first came to Total Drama Towers. Now he was not sure which was worse. Sandwiched between an incestuous act or living with an emotionally volatile Owen for the next 22 and a half months? Neither of those options were even the slightest bit pleasant but surely one of them had to be worse than the other. Too bad Justin is endured one of these scenarios and is currently enduring the other scenarios, yet he still could not make up his mind which was worse.
While all of this was happening, Owen and Trent came across an open manhole not a million miles away. Next to it was a sign that read:
WARNING: 9 FT DEEP. UNAUTHORISED ENTRANCE IS PROHIBITED.
"Hey, it's nine feet deep!" Trent chirped. "The Ninth God must want us to disobey the sign and go in!"
"Do you think Justinnnn in down there, Trenttttt?" Owen asked.
"Of course, Owennnnnn!" Trent smiled. "Let's go in!" Trent kicked the traffic cones aside and climbed down the rungs into the combined sewer below. Owen followed. Trent turned on his torch and saw a sign with a big red arrow on it that read:
Nearest Residence: 999 ft.
"I don't know why there would be a sign like that in a combined sewer, but who cares?!" Trent beamed. "That must be where Justinnnn is!"
"Well what are we waiting for?! Let's go!" Owen squealed in delight. And so the big loveable oaf and the numerical cultist and ran to where the arrow was pointing at. Nine minutes later, they arrived at a dead end. Owen looked up to see rungs leading to another manhole.
"This must be where the Ninth God is leading us to!" Owen smiled.
"Way ahead of ya!" Trent beamed, climbing onto the rungs. Owen followed suit. They reached the top to find themselves in a basement corridor.
"Think this is the place?" Owen asked.
"It should be," said Trent. "It has to be. The Ninth God dictates it."
"Let's keep looking then," said Owen. The continued on their search. They paused when they heard the sound of a chair rattling and someone humping somebody else. Trent and Owen gasped in unison.
"You hear that?" Trent whispered.
"Yeah. It's kinda scary," Owen whispered back.
"Well, we need to check it out," said Trent. "What if it is nine people having a ninesome? The Ninth God would want us to convert them. And if it is seven people having a sevensome, then the Ninth God would want us to join in so that it would be a ninesome," he added.
"Okay," said Owen. And so they follow to where the sound is coming from. Eventually, they enter the room where the source of the noise is located. Where a horrible sight met their eyes.
Right before them was a chair.
Sitting on that chair was Chef Hatchet's father.
Sitting on Chef Hatchet's father's lap was Justin.
Sitting on Justin's lap in a straddling position, facing Justin, and humping Justin's legs, was Chef Hatchet.
Owen could feel the hurt and betrayal span through every fibre of his body.
"JUSTINNNN!" Owen screamed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Chef, Justin and Chef's dad turned their heads to face a hurt and horrified Owen and a profoundly disgusted Trent.
"What are ya maggots doing here?!" Chef demanded. "Get lost!"
"JUSTINNNN!" Owen repeated. "How- HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!"
"I did not ask for this!" Justin protested. "All of this is happening without my consent! I was kidnapped! And why the Hell are you calling me Justinnnn? It sounds a bit weird," he added.
"I added three extra n's to the end of your name and five extra n's to the end of my name so that both of our names combined could add up to a number that can be divided by nine, which in that case is eighteen!" Owen shouted.
"Why would you want that?" Justin questioned, profoundly disturbed.
"So that when we get married nine times our marriage can be recognised by the Ninth God!" Owen roared. "But thanks to you this is never going to happen! We're through! You can just die nine times and rot in the Place Devoid of the Number Nine for all I care!" And with that, Owen ran out of the furnace room screaming and crying as loud and as obnoxiously as he could.
Trent was livid. "I should've known! NINE-HATER!" And so Trent shoved Chef, Justin and Chef's dad off the chair and stormed off after Owen to see if he can console the big loveable oaf.
"Ow," said Chef, Justin and Chef's dad in unison.
Dun! Dun! Dun! So Justin, Chef and Chef's dad have been caught and now Owen thinks that Justin is cheating on him. What chaos do you think will ensue after this? And what will happen between Chef, Justin and Chef's dad? Should the rating of this story be brought up to M? Let me know in your reviews.
FUN FACT: As I updated this, the previous chapter had only nine days left in the Document Manager.
Until next time!