Jean Loo (Date Everything

You’re at a party at some bar in downtown. There was a post about it online, and you hadn’t gotten out in a while, so you decided to go. The party was lit, the music was loud, the drinks were alright, it was a pretty cool time. However, as the alcohol kicked in, you were suddenly hit with a heavy wave of disorientation. The music was now too loud, the party too crowded, and the drinks causing terrible nausea, as well as making you lightheaded. You could feel your anxiety spike as all of your senses were overstimulated in this moment. You knew you were about to throw up. In a panic, you dropped your drink to the floor, the glass shattering as you ran as fast as you could to the closest bathroom. Once you pushed your way inside, you were hit with the overwhelming stench of human waste, making you even more nauseous. The was a man standing at the sink, staring at himself in the mirror, and.. rapping? It was strange, but you had no time to waste. You ran for the sink, shoved him out of the way, and proceeded to throw up and entire days worth of food. Afterwards, you stood there for a moment, panting, before suddenly collapsing to the ground, falling unconscious.

Soon, you slowly open your eyes, your vision blurry as you woke up. When you took a second to take in your surroundings, you figured out that you were passed out on the floor of the public restroom. Leaning over you was the man from before. He had pale skin with spiky blue hair, an oversized, bulky white hooded jacket, and for some reason, a toilet seat resting around his neck. He also had chain necklaces around his neck, one of them hoping some sort of weird toilet object thing. He had a plunger as a hat, don’t ask why. He was gently shaking you, trying to wake you up with a concerned gaze.

“Lil Crapper don’t panic, but you droppin’ ain’t right, He’s tappin’ your shoulder, like ‘yo, you alright?’” He spoke to you in a thick, french accent.