A DROP OF COURAGE CAN CHANGE YOUR WHOLE LIFE.

“Another bullshit of the day,"

A 17-year-old Patrick Harberton muttered while staring at a small wooden decoration on the wall in front of him. It was there all his life and he was getting sick of it.

"What courage? Even if I have it, my life is too fcked to be changed." He turned to a purple rubber squid sitting on the side of the sink. “Why are you looking at me like that? Wanna fight?”

Today's incident forced Patrick to hold his anger again - As if he ever threw it out. He was the type of person who wouldn't throw his anger because nobody would buy it. He was one of the losers at his high school.

Even in his age, he still didn't have better courage to stand his pride.

The bathroom was the best place for thinking and having self-mental-care. It was a place where you could think about ideas, memories, or even how miserable your life is - just like what Patrick was doing.

After successfully emptying his full stomach, Patrick flushed the toilet. However, it produced weird noises in the plumb this time. He frowned for a second, thinking maybe it was going to be broken. It shouldn't steal his concern, but the noises were too strange and getting louder which made him think to check the plumb after finishing his business. 

Suddenly, a dot of light showed up behind the shower curtain.

"What the heck is that?" Patrick muttered before sliding the curtain open, and...

BLAST!

The little light was turning into a massive light as if there was an explosion.

Patrick couldn't do anything but cover his eyes with his arm. Was it a nuclear explosion or something? Or maybe their neighborhood got a terrorist attack!

"Kid! Open your eyes!"

Along with the shout, Patrick felt his shoulders were shaken violently. He immediately lowered his arm and opened his eyes only to find a weird man in a clown-like outfit and mermaid-sparkling hair standing in front of him. He stared at him as if it was the end of the world.

"Wh-who are you?! How did you get here?" Patrick stammered while briefly looking at the closed door and intact walls.

"Where are we now? What year is it?" The man asked frantically.

"What?" -Was the only thing that Patrick's tongue could pronounce.

However, it looked like the man didn't understand the flabbergasted expression on Patrick's face.

"Wait, sir. Can you get out of this room? I just took a dump and need to wipe my butt first." Patrick said.

"We don't have more time! We need to warn the human race about-"

BLAST!!

"OH SHIT!" The man looked back to the light that was coming back out of nowhere. "It shouldn't be this fast!"

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"Hey! What's that light-"

"Sorry, boy - But you have to come with me!" The man cut Patrick's question while pulling his hand with all his might.

"What?! Wait, you freaakkk.... Aaaaa!!"

With his half-up pants, Patrick was dragged into the blinding, huge light that dazzled his eyes and made him close his eyes tight.

The tingling sensation was crawling in his guts. When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing in a giant metal ball.

"What the fuck! Where did you take me, you freaking ass man?!" Patrick asked while covering his nose because the rust smell was stinging.

The mermaid-colored-hair man stepped out of the door of the metal ball. "No need to get frantic."

"Wouldn't you be frantic if you were me?" Patrick chased the weird man's steps. "Who the hell are you?"

Breaking his steps, the man turned to Patrick. "Listen, kid. I took you to the world after the apocalypse. We are planning to jump back to the past to warn humans about the apocalypse and prevent our kind of race from being left behind. And ... this superb majestic ball is my time jumper machine."

Patrick turned back to see the full sight of the machine the man was pointing at - It was just a giant ball made out of rusty junk!

"However ..." The man continued. "This is my very first try of this masterpiece of mine, so it looks like it’s not perfect enough, and now is broken."

Stunned, Patrick blinked his eyes many times before taking one step forward. "Sir, what kind of nonsense you're talking about?"

"You don't have to think sane in this kind of world, kid." The man answered, walking to his huge working table.

The man's explanation only brought Patrick into deeper confusion. He studied the whole building only to realize how messed up his situation was.

'Okay, Patrick. This is not the time to get panicked. You have to think straight because this man seems crazy - Worse, he might be a psychopath. But ... what the hell is happening? It's impossible to teleport to another building from my bathroom. No. I have to be mad enough even to think that I could teleport!'

"Anyways, you can pull up your pants, kid. Is showing off your winnie the current culture in your era? I heard, the people back then were obsessed with insane fashion. - But it doesn't apply here, you know,"

"SHIT!" Patrick immediately covered his thing with his hands, not because he wanted to follow the fashion trend, but because he needed something more important to do before letting his pants up.

"Sir, do you have toilet paper? Or, can I just ask where the restroom is?"

The man frowned, and turned to Patrick. "Toilet paper? What is that?"

"Well..." Patrick inhaled impatiently. "It's paper to wipe your butt and the other sensitive body part - You use it after peeing or taking a dump."

"Oh! Do you mean water?"

"Yep - No! It's much different with water. It's a solid thing, just like cloth but thinner and easy to rip off," Patrick couldn't believe he had to explain it.

"Geez! I don't know what you are talking about! Here - If you want to clean up your butt, go to the toilet over there - We have water so you can brush yours with it. That's what we do here." The man explained.

Then, he continued and pointed at a metal door near them, "Now, no more talking about your butt things with me! Get ready quickly because I have things to discuss with you!"

"Geez! What the hell is wrong with this place?" Patrick muttered as he strode to the rusty toilet door.

Not enough about the strong-rusty and damp smell, Patrick was welcomed by the view of the toilet.

Placing his fist on his philtrum, Patrick took a step back. "Eum, sir. I'm sorry, but are you sure this is the toilet you were talking about?"

The man clucked, and shouted, "Dammit, just get in!"

"Okay! Okay! Why have to shout like that?" Patrick mumbled before gulping and stepping inside.

Grimacing at the awful sight, Patrick closed the door. It was a toilet, indeed, but it wasn't an ordinary toilet he usually saw -even though he had never traveled out of his city-. This one was tiny, just like an old toy box. When he stepped on the floor, it made a rattle and squeaking sound as if it was about to collapse.

Remembering his urgent business, Patrick darted to a wooden box with an oval cover that he believed was the toilet across the room.

He opened up the cover and rested his buttocks on the toilet. Then, he took some water with a cup from an opened barrel next to him.

"Okay. I've seen this method from some countries on the internet. Maybe it's not that weird." He said as he opened his legs and aimed the water at the spot he wanted to clean. As he did, he turned to the right and left. "Now, I need something to pat dry. I can't wander around with a damp back, can I?"

However, Patrick realized that something odd was happening. He just used water but didn't hear the water sound from the toilet. Then, he stood up to check if there something wasn't right, but ended up witnessing that the toilet had a big hole in the bottom, so he could see the dark water with glowing things swimming in it.