Remember the two girls in the pottery club—the one with glasses and the one wearing a hat—who were gossiping about Dahc and his supposed girlfriend. Well, now they’re gossiping about Amgis’ confession to Mia. They still do not entirely know who Dahc’s girlfriend is, and the girl with glasses thinks it could be Mia. The girl with the hat, however, does not agree for reasons that are too boring to repeat.

These two friends constantly bicker about such things all the time. So much so that they tend to miss the resolutions to their arguments. For example, Dahc’s girlfriend is not Mia.

…Obviously.

It’s Lia Normel. Which is common knowledge among all other students at North Tron high school, but these two friends have not been keen enough to notice yet. Nor will they find out anytime soon as their focus of conversation abruptly switches to Amgis.

“...Therefore, Mia and Dahc can’t be going out and you can’t change my mind no matter what you say,” the girl with the hat says. “Oh! And also, did you hear that Amgis has been using the haunted bathroom for a while now?”

“I thought I heard something about that,” the girl with the glasses pouts—not overly thrilled with how her friend ended the Mia x Dahc argument.

“You think he actually did?”

“Maybe,” the girl with the glasses says, thoughtfully. “The mirror may of only eaten his brain if you think about it. No way someone like him with half a brain cell would even think of doing something that outrageous.”

The girl with the hat laughs at her friend’s mockful inquiry.

“Yeah, you may be right. The mirror probably thought the rest of his body was too unsavory.”

Both the girls hysterically giggle for a few moments. Mind you, they both don’t actually think that Amgis is that bad looking. Or that he is downright stupid for confessing his feelings. They both know the courage it takes to do so, having tried once before. On the same guy. On the same day. And both failed. Yet, somehow became closer friends as a result.

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“Do you want to check out the bathroom?” the girl with the hat asks near the end of their fit.

“What?”

“You know, the haunted bathroom. We should check it out.”

The girl with the glasses face falls. Her dying laughter ended sooner than it was originally going to. Dread leaks from her pores as she stares mercifully at her friend's obviously curious face. As she knows that once her friend has an idea, especially idiotic ideas, there is virtually nothing that can talk her out of it. However, she will still try.

“No. Please, no. No way. I am not going there. No way. No how! Nah ah. I don’t want to be eaten by a—”

A few minutes later, they are both standing in front of the haunted bathroom door. Rimorr eagerly waits for the two girls he is hearing to step inside. Except, of course, the girls do not know this and the girl with glasses is meekly shaking out of fear.

“Do… Do we have to do this?”

“Why not?” the girl with the hat says. “Amgis has been doing it.”

“But you said you only heard that he was.” the girl with glasses grabs her friend by the shoulders. Like how dramatic actors do when trying to emphasize the meaning of their words in a scene. “Did you actually see him do it?”

“Well… No,” the girl with glasses head drops, defeated. “But I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

The girl with a hat removes her friend's hands from her shoulders but keeps holding onto one. Partially to comfort her, and partially to make sure she does not run away. Even though it is her idea, she doesn’t want to do it alone. Not because she is afraid, or anything.

Also, this hasn’t been said in a while, but the bathroom is on the verge of becoming dirty. An unnerving thought to say the least. More and more people seem to be coming to this bathroom recently. It's terrible. Not that these girls will care in the least. If only the girl with a hat could get cold feet right now.

“Let’s go.”

Which, unfortunately, is not the case. With a determined face, she pulls the door open and strides into the bathroom. Her friend towed behind—head hung low still. And not even before the door has completely shut behind them, Rimorr makes his presence known.

“Hey ladies, do you know Am—”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The screams of these two girls mark the beginning of a most deranged feast.