“Crap, crap, crap!”

There are very few things in this world that Amgis generally likes. Fewer things that he loves. He’s already admitted to loving Mia, but he has another not-so-secret love for something else. And unlike Mia, this thing does not always respond well to his love. Or, more like, his body physically can’t maintain the levels of love he munches into it. An unfortunate dilemma when concerning the forces of love. One that Amgis has faced head-on multiple times, and is currently in the thick of as he is sprinting to the bathroom on the second floor of the Science building.

Today, at lunch, his intestines are in a heated argument with the school-served pizza and blueberry yogurt.

“Damn you, Lactose! Damn you, Gluten!”

Everyone knows that school food is terrible, but when hungry and it's free, not many can resist its alluring pull. Amgis is just an unfortunate fool trying to compensate for his lack of peni—

Not relevant.

Sorry… His lack of bowel strength. Yes, not also for the size of anything that he may possess. Especially not a retractable pole-like organ that functions as a second brain. Never said that. That would be unprofessional…

Anyways, Amgis is paying dearly for the bickering going on inside of him. Every few steps there are puffs of sound arguments that can be heard, and if he dares to take a long stride, the digested food dares to walk away. Forcing Amgis to mediate between the two for long enough to find a toilet.

Luckily, he was quick enough to leave Mia before the argument got too bad. For the past few days, he has been sitting with her at lunch, much to other students' surprise. They’ve also been going to visit Rimorr after school. Besides yesterday. Amgis and Mia went on their second date yesterday.

He hasn’t been to the bathroom during lunch for a while. Probably because his stomach has oddly not treated him too badly lately. Except for today. Today it decided that it wants to remind him of its superiority. Which Amgis realizes as he curses while he strides through the empty hallway outside Rimorr’s bathroom.

Not aware of what is waiting for him in there.

He pulls open the bathroom door with desperate ease. Ready to hear Rimorr’s gleeful greeting so he can respond quickly before diving into the stall.

““Hey, Amgis! I’m glad you’re here.””

He freezes. Letting the door shut behind him. A horrified expression envelops his face as he looks at the other entity, that isn’t Rimorr, that also greeted him. The deep, spine-chilling voice came from the unfamiliar one known only as the mysterious guy. Sitting on the sink counter, with one leg crossed atop the opposite knee, in front of Rimorr. With his reflection nowhere to be reflected in the mirror.

There is no recollection of his name or face. There is no recollection of him entering or using the bathroom. There is no recollection of him ever attending North Tron High School.

…For now, let’s just call him Enigma.

“I bet you’re wondering why I—”

Amgis beelines to the stall. Apparently, his momentary shock was not due to Enigma confronting him, but for fear of having to wait for an open stall. Picking multiple things to be distressed about was not a luxury that Amgis could afford at the moment. Finding relief—letting the digested food walk away from the argument with his intestines—is his first priority. All other things can be dealt with afterward. That’s the mindset that Amgis seems to be portraying in this predicament.

Leaving Enigma with a blank stare at the now-closed stall door. His mouth hanging agape from not finishing his sentence.

In a lighting flash motion, Amgis prepares himself to sit on the porcelain throne. He can feel the argument is coming to its heated conclusion. Before his skin even makes contact with the toilet seat, the digested food walks away with a flurry of corrosive words.

PFFFFFT!

PHHHHWWWAAAATT!

To spare the rest of the defiling details that are occurring in that bathroom stall; even Enigma, with the air of a ferocious arctic wolf, looks disgusted.

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“Oh, God! That’s terrible.”

Gagging from the smell, he pinches his nose in hopes of alleviating it. Hunching over, he drops from the sink counter. Not able to evade the growing stench.

Enigma grits his teeth as he lands on his feet. Immediately, shifting all his weight onto one leg as he grabs the thigh of the other leg. Most likely, the leg had fallen asleep while it was resting on his knee and now it was waking back up. His current tangled position, with one hand on his nose and the other on his leg, is a less intimidating image of what he demonstrated only a few moments ago. Of course, Amgis does not see this as he is presently in the fight of a lifetime.

“I’m gonna wait outside,” Enigma says from the back of his throat. “We’ll talk once you're done.”

“Sounds good.”

Hurriedly, he wobbles out of the bathroom upon hearing Amgis’ pained reply. Coughing desperately once the door shuts and he can breathe fresh air again.

Many minutes pass while Amgis dishes out all the irritated feces from his gut. Groans of discomfort and sighs of relief alternate like waves at a beach. The water crashing in on itself until finally reaching the calm beach. Back and forth. Crashing. Crashing. Calm. Crashing Crashing. Crashing. Calm. Calm. Crashing. The cycle continues until finally an acceptable calm is reached. For Amgis, this time around, it took about fifteen minutes.

After recollecting himself, he walks out of the stall and to the sink to wash his hands. Rimorr greets him once again with an uncertain smile on its face—Amgis’ face.

“Who were you talking to, Amgis?”

“What do you mean?”

He apparently does not remember running into Enigma upon entering the bathroom.

“You said, ‘Sounds good,’ as if in response to something.”

Amgis silently thinks for a moment, until a light suddenly flickers across his eyes. He spins around, dreadfully peering at the bathroom door. Where Enigma is undoubtedly still waiting for him to exit from.

“Did you not see him?” He asks Rimorr with a slight inflection in his voice—hoping for a different answer than the one he is going to receive.

“See who?”

Rimorr had been completely unaware of Enigma's presence in its bathroom. The implications of which are mind-boggling, to say the least. One can make assumptions as to why it occurs, but the best way to receive answers is always by going to the source of said mind-boggling happenings.

“...I’ll be right back.”

A fact that Amgis is keenly aware of as he pushes the bathroom door, leaving Rimorr in a state of confusion. A new look of determination mixes in with his other less certain ones. He may not know anything about Enigma, but he must know that the guy wants something from him. Why else would he approach Amgis again?

Enigma is sitting against the opposite wall with legs blocking half the walkway and his head turned toward the left end of the adjacent hallway, looking deep in thought. Seemingly not yet aware that Amgis is approaching him. Not that Amgis is trying to sneak up on him. Who knows what type of reaction he’ll have if provoked?

Amgis clears his throat to hopefully alert the guy of his presence, though he receives no response in return. He tries again and again… No response. A few awkward moments pass before Amgis finally caves.

“What do you want?” he says, curtly.

Enigma still doesn’t look his way, but he responds in turn.

“You should get that checked out you know. That’s not natural.”

Disgust singes his words, but his expression remains docile. Is that why he is not looking at Amgis? He is afraid to get a whiff again of that terrible stench that Amgis produces in that bathroom…

Understandable.

“Thanks for your concern. I’m perfectly healthy though,” Amgis replies with embarrassed lips.

“The stench in there says otherwise.”

“—Okay, why are you here?”

With a hint of reluctance, Enigma turns his head toward Amgis and his slightly-annoyed face. A move that made Amgis take a step back. The guy’s lighter attitude hit a hard shift in the movement. That wolf-like appearance of his receiving an amplification to a frightening degree. Even in his loose sitting position, there is a sense of reverence that he possesses. One that Amgis can’t help but subject to.

“Yesterday,” the guy starts in a solemn tone, “two girls entered the bathroom and met Rimorr.”

“O-okay. Why does that matter?”

Enigma tilts his head.

“...Why does that matter?” he says with a subtle laugh. “Because those girls will no doubt tell others about Rimorr and its none carnivorous ways. Which means more people will talk to Rimorr and get advice from Rimorr… and then it will happen again.”

Oh no! That’s a terrible future. More people using the bathroom. There is already enough as is. Although, of course, Amgis doesn’t care about that. Or maybe he does. If more people show up, he’ll lose his bathroom oasis.

Though, that doesn’t seem to be on his mind.

“What is the it that will happen?” he asks.

Mia’s curiosity seems to be seeping into him with a mixture of fear, confusion, and his typical indifference being prevalent in his tone.

“That doesn’t matter,” Enigma responds, “Just do what I say and break the mirror.”