Jackson Yenn
Jackson had shown up to the place significantly earlier that day; a black umbrella tucked under hand as he walked in almost half an hour early. It always paid off to get there early; it showed initiative. He thought he might have overdone it this time, though; maybe come off as a little desperate or creepy. That certainly wouldn't help with salary negotiations. In any case, he walked in just as a slightly drunk and very ornery patron came stumbling out; nearly slamming into him with the full brunt of a beer-bellied man who'd only recently learned how to walk again, after he forgot it amongst the dim and murky surface of musty beer. A few grumbled curses were exchanged; the most cordial of greetings between two disgruntled men going on with their unfortunate lives, and Jackson stepped inside.
Waiting around was uncomfortable. His stomach ached a little, and his throat felt parched. He saw drinks on the counter, but he didn't want to help himself; wait until he was offered, and then take a drink. He couldn't appear ungrateful; but he also wanted to come off as distinctly human... Professionalism against appeal to emotion... Which one worked? It was hard to say; considering how he'd never seen any cases of success at all. He felt a particular spasm going through his gut, and that was all the reminder he needed to remember that he hadn't taken a shit in god knows how long. Standing up, he went over to the toilet; hoping to god that raw-tuna sushi he'd bought earlier from that suspicious little vendor hadn't been laced with salmonella or anthrax or something.
The toilet was surprisingly clean; unlike the crap-stained, graffiti-marked toilet he was expecting. He sat down after a quick wipe of the seat; thinking about how many people had probably sat down here in recent memory. The seat was cold, but that was soon changed when that first turd came out. There was a burst of hellfire as a steaming mound of half-molten magma came out; crusty and hard on he outside; like eggshells lacerating the opening. There was a burst of fire, and a gargantuan explosion of superheated gas. A great deal of ash came out soon afterwards, and coated the sides of the entranceway, followed by another explosion. The secondary eruption came soon thereafter; tearing the side of the mountain up into pieces, and aerosolizing from the velocity and explosive pressure that had so soon been alleviated from it; forming a cloud that threw itself over every surface in the vicinity. A secondary lava channel opened, and the searing heat of thousands of tonnes of superheated sludge trying to push through one little crater at once was too much; the pressure ripping their chamber apart as it roared outwards in a gargantuan tide of charring, mentally scarring, PTSD inducing hellfire ragefuck. The folds opened wider even then; the sheer strain around it ripping itself apart, as a motherfucking dragon's breath of unbelievably dense cra-AND NOBODY SPOKE OF THIS EVER AGAIN
Jackson stumbled out of the toilet; the previously clean stall now looking more like an uncleaned public lavatory; fitting his previous expectations a lot more than when he'd started. He pulled his pants up, and stumbled out into the foyer; and god knows how long he was shitting, because it must have had some kind of temporal effect. Somehow, only 40 minutes or so had passed, when he felt like his personal purgatory had lasted years. Thinking back to his life before "the incident", he remembered he had some sort of task; like a lost soul remembering its previous purpose. And then, staring into the black, tar-like eyes of some werewolf creature, he could only voice one thing.
"What in the name of unholy bejesusfuck is going on?"
