Story #59: In Fear Of (Part 2)

(Here is part 2 of 'In Fear Of'!) Beginning down the hall, everything seemed normal. There weren't any other doors, so there was nothing to jump out at him. Then the overhead lights began to go out, one at a time, and he heard the ripping roar of some monster. Timmy began to walk faster, constantly looking back over his shoulder. At the back of the hall behind him, there now stood a hulking figure, draped in a Frankensteined cloak of what could only be described as the hides of his previous victims all stitched sloppily together. His face was covered by bloody bandages, except for his crazed eyes, and he was holding a giant chainsaw. The man began to pull at the cord. Once, twice, and it came to life, filling the long corridor with only the cacophony of dismemberment-to-be. Timmy stopped power walking and began to sprint. This was feeling way too real, and his adrenaline was taking over to get him out of here! Timmy panted and wheezed down the remainder of the hall, his heart pounding in his chest felt almost louder than the chainsaw chasing him. The tween tackled the door and tried to push it open, but it wasn't budging. He was panicking, frantically doing everything he could as the man got closer and closer. Timmy finally looked back and saw that the towering monster of a man was right behind him and raising his chainsaw for the kill. The boy tapped out. The Hell House had beaten him, and as a prize, it'd gotten him to relinquish his dignity. While trying to desperately evacuate, Timmy had ended up, well, *evacuating*. In simpler terms, with his fear boiling over in that moment, Timmy's lost complete control of his bowels and filled his diaper with a giant frightful thumper of a load. But his tearful eyes, mewling whimpers, and now stinking pants, would not save him. The floor suddenly let out underneath him and dropped him onto a slide. The initial impact squished the pantload into a proper mudpie around his bottom, but then he started to go down the steep slide, and he could feel the hot poop spreading itself all throughout the back and even into the front of his diaper. The slide dropped him off in an awful looking basement, and while the twisted figure down there looked like he was ready to give his performance, Timmy was done with his. "I DON'T WANNA DO THIS ANYMORE! I-I WANT TO GO HOME!" He childishly shrieked through his terrified sobbing. That was that. In the following minutes, the actor down there had broken character and gotten on a walkie talkie to tell someone that a kid was too scared to continue, and to escort him out. The Hell House had not just a procedure for it, but a humiliating integration of it into their full experience. An alarm blared, and an announcement went over the intercom that they had a crybaby; another victim of the Hell House! They even described his appearance and requested an adult come pick him up at the emergency exit. The conclusion of his shaming was a T-shirt that said 'I want my mommy!', with a crude caricature of a crying baby in a diaper with a yellow stain, with underneath the words 'I lost to the Hell House!' Timmy *wished* his diaper only had a yellow stain. His brother came and got him, teasing the boy for being unable to finish the house, and laughing about the shirt he was holding. He then caught a whiff of his brother and smirked in admiration of his own plan's success. He casually asked if the diaper had been a good idea, but the rattled boy just sniffled and snarled a 'no'. Eric didn't push it. Instead, he had a more devious idea. He led Timmy back toward the entrance, first letting the boy wipe his eyes dry, and the pair looked around for the brothers, since Eric mentioned he wanted to make sure they were okay. Eric wasn't worried about that though. His plan had ended up accounting for it. The 'sorting room' was intended to pick the right level of scary for each customer, after looking at their fear levels from the first few rooms; green was for younger kids or people who were already scared, yellow was the 'normal' path that most participants were put in, and red was... Red was the 'hell' in 'Hell House'. It was supposed to have a requirement of at least being thirteen, and even then, you were supposed to have a guardian present up until sixteen. Since Eric's friends worked here though, he'd been able to waive those little requirements for Timmy. Best of all? Timmy and the other kids had no idea about the sorting. They'd all think they had the same level of scary experience, when nothing could be further from the truth. Which would make Timmy's failure all the more punctuated. "Hey! Tim! We're over here!" Luke suddenly called out, waving his arms from near the parking lot. He and his brother seemed excited, and they had on the much cooler 'I Survived Hell House' shirts on already. Eric grinned and dragged Timmy over to the pair. "You guys have fun?" "Yeah! It was all super scary, but *I* wasn't scared." Aaron boasted, pointing a thumb at his own puffed up chest. "It was really cool; just as cool as everyone says! I can't wait to go again next year!" Luke nodded, his eyes turning to his suddenly bashful friend. "They said we get a discount on tickets if we wear our shirts, so I made sure to get an extra size up." Timmy clutched his own 'prize' more tightly, keeping the embarrassing shirt rolled up. "..Uh-huh, for sure... You guys, uh...I mean, uh, Aaron...You really...Liked it?" The blond was unconvinced that could be possible. Aaron was three years younger than them, so there's no way the little brat could be able to handle all of that unsoiled! "Yup! I told you that you'd eat those words! I didn't even scream once!" Aaron bragged, leaning forward with his hands on his hips. His nose suddenly wrinkled, since Timmy's dirty diaper was finally beginning to become noticeable in this immediate radius. Luke caught a whiff too. He wasn't even thinking it could be his friend though, so he winced and grimaced down at his brother. "..Dude, if you didn't scream, did you maybe crap your pants instead?" "That's not *me*!" Luke reached out and forcibly pulled the boy's waistband out, while his other hand was on Aaron's shoulder. He looked inside and then after a stunned moment, turned his gaze back to Timmy. Aaron's fussing died right after his waistband got snapped back, and he was starting to connect the dots too. "...It's Timmy! Timmy's the one that pooped his pants! That means he's the scaredy-baby, not me! That means he lost the bet too!" Timmy's frowned lower, in frightening symmetry of Eric's smile rising. He couldn't even immediately deny it, because the shock of the dreaded accusation was too much. The boy recovered enough to sputter out some stuttered denial of 'nuh-uh', but any proper defense was simply not possible. Aaron's mirth quickly turned to fury at the hypocrisy of his brother's friend, and so he prodded Luke, “Well? Aren't you gonna check HIM? You checked MY pants, so I think that it's only fair!” Luke looked conflicted. It felt awkward to do the same thing to a kid his own age, not to mention that Timmy was one of his best friends, but at the same time, he couldn't shake a curiosity with what had really happened. He already knew about Timmy's bedwetting, but had never known his friend to be a pantspooper, even if his Pokemon undies often sported skids. “Well...I-I mean...” Aaron was sick of waiting on his indecisive brother so it was time for action. Just as Timmy was turning toward his brother to ask if they could go home, the youngest of the boys leapt forward and grabbed a hold of Timmy's pants. They went down and the revelation was something truly unexpected for them. Timmy's briefs were doing a much worse job now than earlier at hiding his diaper. With all the extra 'luggage', not to mention the soaking, they were now a lot more obvious. Luke gawked, Eric grinned, Timmy squeaked, and Aaron nearly bust a gut laughing. “That's a diaper! A POOPY DIAPER! Look who's the scaredy-baby now?” Aaron shouted victoriously, suddenly smacking the back of Timmy's full pants with a resounding squish. “I hope you remember the bet, diaper-boy! Maybe you shouldn't have run your big mouth so much!” Luke finally broke away from staring and decided to help salvage some part of his friend's pride. He'd have to ask the details of this surreal event later, when they could have a less chaotic moment to discuss it. So he grabbed his brother's hand and pulled him away, “Come on, Aaron. Ride's here. S-see you later, Tim!” Eric chuckled and helped Timmy pull his pants back up, though not before giving the garment a check to determine just how bad things were. “Must've been pretty scary in there, stinky. I guess not too scary for an eight year old though...Now, I remember the deal I made with you, and I mean it, so I won't tell mom about this accident...Though we do need to get you changed before we go home.” He pulled the shirt out of his brother's grip and unfurled it. “And we're going to change your shirt too while we're at it”