Chadwick was late to Brightwater Academy and had already missed a few classes.
Not for the usual reasons:
staying up gaming.
watching porn.
arguing with strangers online about which anime girl was best.
No, he'd stayed up all night thinking about something he'd read… contemplating. (Not masturbating)
He wasn't exactly in the mood to make a harem of girls who wanted sex with him, so he kept his head down. Not that it mattered—the corridors were empty, eerily quiet, like the academy had been abandoned overnight.
"What the hell happened? I'm a few minutes... okay, hours... late, and suddenly it's the apocalypse? Half the population gone? Typical."
He looked around, trying to figure out what was going on, and then noticed two feet of water running down the corridor between the lockers. He crouched to inspect it.
"So… was there a tsunami?"
How? There was no ocean or sea anywhere near Brightwater Academy—just that tiny pond out back. But that couldn't possibly cause a tsunami… could it?
The so-called "Toilet King" struck again. In the past, he left toilets vandalised beyond repair, soggy toilet paper plastered across the walls like confetti, and the lingering stench of… well, pee, that made everyone regret every breath.
But this time was different. For the first time, he'd dared to attack the ladies' toilets. Water gushed from the doors like a broken dam, flooding the corridor between the lockers. Paper towels floated across the puddles, and the faint echo of dripping water made the scene feel like an indoor storm.
Kinda perverted… him loitering inside and outside the women's toilets, strutting around like he owned the entire academy. The only way he could get away with this would be to pretend he was a woman—but no one with a brain would believe that, not with the patchy bum fluff on his face…his voice cracking like a raspy banshee.
I'll stay as far away from Bishop as possible. I don't want this lunatic spotting me today, and there's no way I'm getting dragged into any of his antics.
Up ahead, Bishop was talking to himself like a man on the edge.
"Who did this to the toilet?! This is outrageous!"
He froze at the water gushing down the corridor, then peeked inside. Broken sinks lay scattered like casualties of war, porcelain shards littered the floor, and pipes sprayed water in every direction.
"You had to try and top me, didn't you?"
He surveyed the destruction a moment longer, then stormed out, slamming the door so hard it rattled the lockers.
"You had to try and top the Toilet King, didn't you… by completely obliterating the place? I just clogged the toilets and flooded them a little! But you… whoever did this… you straight-up annihilated the entire bathroom!"
He kicked the door in rage.
"I caught you red-handed!"
Whose voice is that? Bishop froze, water dripping from his clothes, as if reality itself had finally slammed into him.
Huh… he slowly turned around.
Ms. Clanker stormed toward him, trudging through an inch of running water covering the corridor floor. "You wrecked the precious women's toilets… I just saw you kick the door," she said, her voice sharp and trembling with fury. "You are in so much trouble, mister."
Bishop's eyes went wide. "I-I didn't break anything! I was just… looking… in the ladies' toilets! I swear, I…" He froze, realising he'd just accidentally made himself sound like a total pervert. His face burnt, hands flailing helplessly, and he stopped mid-sentence, too mortified to continue.
Arms crossed, water sloshing around her shoes, Ms. Clanker glared at him. "Do you know how much damage this is? The sinks are smashed, the pipes are spraying like fountains, and… oh my goodness… look at the floor!"
Bishop sputtered, his face turning the colour of overripe tomatoes. "I...Ms. Clanker, I swear...I didn't do it!"
He stopped mid-sentence, thinking, Wait… am I going to get credit for wrecking this?! I'm going to get all the glory! The legacy of me as the Toilet King goes here…
Then he said proudly, "Yes… I did all this damage! I will forever be the Toilet King! Nobody will ever take my crown!"
Narrowing her eyes, Ms. Clanker looked unimpressed by his sudden shift in attitude. "Oh really?" she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "The Toilet King, huh? Well then—enjoy your kingdom."
She pulled a bright pink fine notice from her clipboard—wet at the edges from the flood—and slapped it into his chest with enough force to make him stagger back.
"You're paying a hefty fine for this disaster. And that's not all—you'll be cleaning every inch of this mess. By hand. With a toothbrush."
The triumphant grin on his face faltered.
"W-what?! But I didn't even—"
"You just confessed," she interrupted coolly, "in front of a witness—the whole academy will know by lunchtime."
He opened his mouth to argue, but no sound came out.
Ms. Clanker leaned closer, her eyes glinting dangerously. "Oh, and one more thing, Bishop. Since you love plumbing so much, I think I'll assign you to… the Brightwater Academy's sewage maintenance. How would you like to spend every single Saturday—all day—cleaning the septic tanks, unclogging the pipes, and mopping up sewage spills. For a whole year?"
Bishop's face fell like he'd just been sentenced to a lifetime of plunging toilets. His eyes flickered from the fine notice to Ms. Clanker's hardened stare.