Toilet Trouble

[Madvillain]

Trevor did not have much time to lament on what just happened, for he was almost late for work and barely made it onto the shuttle. For once the universe seemed to have mercy on him.
It was a quiet day and part from the occasional customer, Trevor had a lot of time to overthink his mistakes. He wondered if he could have done anything different and why he always had so much bad luck.

In the distance he saw a little dot on the horizon slowly getting bigger.
He recognised the shape of this dot as it was coming closer. It was a black CTE-4000 with the name “Rosko Senior Biggums” engraved on it’s hull. Rosko Senior parked his ship, leaving the keys in the ignition and walked over to him. His triple chin waved as usual as he spoke.
“Give her a refuel and a wash kid, I’m needed at the restroom”.
Trevor just nodded observingly. Rosko senior was either oblivious of what transpired, or lacked any sense of delicacy. For Trevor it did not matter, that pig was the cause of all the trouble in his life. If it wasn’t for Rosko Senior, none of this would have happened.

Trevor’s knuckles became white with anger as he was mopping the cockpit window of Rosko’s ship but his train of thoughts got rudely disturbed by a loud banging, coming from the rusty toilet door.
“This damn no good door knob broke off!” Rosko Senior’s voice buldered through the little gap underneath the door.

Irritated and loudly sighing Trevor walked to the shop, picked up a screwdriver and walked back to the rusty door. As he stuck his screwdriver inside the mechanism, his eyes fell on the red button. For a moment he imagined how good it would feel to push it.
Even though the mechanic told him the ion cleaning device was out of order and nothing could really happen, he fantasised about the sense of reward it would give him.
To wipe out this pig of a man like a brown stain on the floor, or the ceiling, of this toilet.

Trevor couldn’t help himself.
He knew that nothing would really happen, and just to give himself the little reward of vividly imagining doing this terrible deed he laid his fingers on the red button.
“Take that you pig” he mumbled to himself, to soft to hear and pushed the button.
A loud metallic voice spoke to him.

“Initiating ionic cleaning program… Toilet is empty… Stand clear to initiate procedure in five… Four… Three… Six... Eight… Seven...”

This wasn’t supposed to happen.
“What are you doing!? Are you doing this Trevor?! Trevor this is murder!” Rosko’s voice rang loudly, interrupted by porkish sounds between sentences.
“No mister Rosko sir! I didn’t do it! It wasn’t me!”
He could hear Rosko Senior’s voice, speaking to his transponder inside the toilet.

“Yes! LPI? Trevor Bronson is about to MURDER me! I am at the Redwood Service Station, send help now!”

“No mister Rosko sir this is a mistake,” Trevor shouted loudly while jamming his screwdriver inside the door. The door wouldn’t butch and the metallic voice spoke again.

“Three… Two… One…”

A bright white blue light leaked through the gap underneath the rusty door.
Black smoke smelling like roasted flesh and cleaning agents steamed out of the gap into Trevor’s face, making him cough and stand back. Accompanied by shrieks of agony, Trevor could see blood and liquified entrails seeping through the gap, the gorey matter painting the tips of his boots in a colour somewhere between brown and red.
He heard loud scratching sounds and could only imagine the sight of Rosko’s little fat fingers scraping against the other side of that door, the flesh dripping from his bones.

In the distance he could see two black dots appearing at the horizon.
Ignoring Rosko’s screams, he shrugged off the smell of burning hair, ran towards the CTE-4000 and jumped in the cockpit. Finally some luck! The keys were still in the ignition.
Wiping the tears from his eyes and with his hands shaking he prepared for takeoff just as he did a thousand times before in HoloSpaceAce Flightsimulator.

As he was taking off he opened the nav menu and set course for the Colorado system.
He heard once there was lots of Xeno activity there and maybe, just maybe, if he mentioned his father’s name he could take refuge in one of their outposts. In a state of panic he flew out to space, ignoring the LPI pull over signals coming through his comm system. Before he broke through the clouds, he took one last look behind to see a black plume of smoke rising from a red orange glow, flooding the desert that was becoming smaller and smaller in his rear view mirror.

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