Jess was panting, dabbing the sweat from her brow as she finished wiping and flushed the toilet, sighing as her stomach continued to grumble angrily at her. She didn’t know what had done it, but obviously something at the venue had disagreed with her stomach. Outside the walls of the stall, she could still hear the screaming and felt the vibrations even stronger than when she was in front of the stage. This was supposed to be a day of drinking, smoking, and enjoying some fucking heavy rock music with her friends…and instead she was here, inside a port-a-potty. A nice port-a-potty, but a fucking port-a-potty none the less. As she felt a little better, she pulled back up her pants and opened the door to find that the bright sunshine from earlier today was gone. Everything was in shadow now…and the stage seemed so much further away than before…and…taller?
“W-What the fuck?” she asked, wondering if she’d been spiked with something as she stumbled out of the toilet one moment….
BABOOOM!
And fell flat on her face from the biblical tremor the next….
Groaning, Jess lifted herself up and looked around, confused and terrified. She saw something, though the monolithic figure was clad in shadow from her view. Straining her neck, she looked up, up, up…. A person? Person-shaped, definitely. But people weren’t that big! She felt sick. This had to be some kind of bad trip. None of this made any sense. Her heart was hammering and sweat was pouring across her body as she struggled to her feet while the monolithic figure began lifting one of its colossal feet. Turning, she crawled into the only refuge she had in the port-a-potty and closed the door, hoping to ride out the bad tr-
BABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM…. CRUNCH~
Melissa didn’t even notice the LEGO-sized stall crushed under her left foot’s sandal; she had bigger things to worry about as her stomach growled angrily. She knew food in the U.S. was a lot less healthy than back home, but she had no idea why her stomach disagreed so emphatically with it today. She also wanted to know what genius took away the second stall back here away from the stages. When the remaining one’s door swung open, she was relieved as she began stepping inside…clueless as to the grisly, splattered hunk of meat and twisted plastic and sewage she’d left behind in her footprint….
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