Room 216; Monday Noonish [ 02/13 ].
Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no.
It was happening again.
Things seemed to have been going so well, what with the dancing and the Rebecca and the convenient closet and the kissing and the taking off of clothes.
And then there was...there was...
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, there was so much of it, and he remembered, with sharp, terrible clarity, the last time he was confronted with it, and it was all he could see. He ran screaming from the closet. It was just...so big and bushy. What was it? What did it mean? Why would there be a bush right there? Was it a live bush? Was there berries? It was all coming back to him, all that therapy, wasted, in the drop of a pair of panties.
He went scrambling frantically through his things. "It've got to trim it," he murmured, shaking his head, seemingly forgetting how to blink. "It's just so bushy! Why is it so bushy? I've got to tr--There it is!"
A bonsai tree made its appearance, pulled from the recesses of Butters's stuff, and he found a pair of scissors and, like a man possessed, began to trim. "I've got to trim it. So bushy!"
Now if only the same thing that got him out of this the last time it happened would come about, for some lady to just show him what was under that bush and find out that it was just a pair of sick Joker lips.
[[ THIS IS CANON OKAY??? Most establishy, because I'm going to bed, but if you want to poke him for slow play, he's all yours! ]]
It was happening again.
Things seemed to have been going so well, what with the dancing and the Rebecca and the convenient closet and the kissing and the taking off of clothes.
And then there was...there was...
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, there was so much of it, and he remembered, with sharp, terrible clarity, the last time he was confronted with it, and it was all he could see. He ran screaming from the closet. It was just...so big and bushy. What was it? What did it mean? Why would there be a bush right there? Was it a live bush? Was there berries? It was all coming back to him, all that therapy, wasted, in the drop of a pair of panties.
He went scrambling frantically through his things. "It've got to trim it," he murmured, shaking his head, seemingly forgetting how to blink. "It's just so bushy! Why is it so bushy? I've got to tr--There it is!"
A bonsai tree made its appearance, pulled from the recesses of Butters's stuff, and he found a pair of scissors and, like a man possessed, began to trim. "I've got to trim it. So bushy!"
Now if only the same thing that got him out of this the last time it happened would come about, for some lady to just show him what was under that bush and find out that it was just a pair of sick Joker lips.
[[ THIS IS CANON OKAY??? Most establishy, because I'm going to bed, but if you want to poke him for slow play, he's all yours! ]]