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Imagine Jack's anatomy as you wish.
Just know two things: he can somehow a. scratch things and b. piss
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Over, and over again, the sound of the old grandfather clock drilling into Jack's skull. Nothing else besides that but complete silence, and the ever-growing irritation of boredom. Occasionally, he would feel something, like an itch, or a twinge in the bladder, or almost falling asleep, that would interrupt the nothingness. He would get up to do something, but it's not like anywhere or anything outside of the closet has anything to offer. At this hour in the day most of the other entities were asleep. Except for seek, he was always awake, and Jack didn't want to talk to him after their most recent playthrough of the little-known friendship ruining game called monopoly.
Eventually, it got too much, it felt like his skull would cave in if he didn't do something. So he thought he could play a game with himself. Tic tac toe, maybe? Hide didnt like when he played it (which is really an understatement- hated) because he would physically scratch the game into the closets, And hide seemed to think that they were his property and his alone. But he was asleep right now, so it's not like he'd notice.
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'HAH! I win yet again.' Jack said. Deep down he questioned why he was essentially talking to himself, but that was not important right now. He was bored out of his mind, he had to do something. Jack played several games, seeming to win every single one by some miracle, that was until hide found him.
'JACK, ARE YOU DRAWING ON MY FUCKING CLOSETS AGAIN?!' Hide demanded.
'SINCE WHEN WERE YOU AWAKE?!' Jack exclaimed.
'Doesnt matter, asshole! I've told you specifically NOT to do that!'
'Okay. Fine. I'll stop.'
'Oh, hell no. You do this ALL the time.'
'Like I said, I'll stop.'
'Thats what you always say!' Hide was exasperated.
'This time I mean it!'
'No you don't! You know how I know that? Because you say that EVERY SINGLE DAMN TIME TOO.' Hide was done.
'What do you want me to say then, Hide?'
Hide sighed, then smirked. 'Alright Jack. You can scratch this closet up all you want.'
'What? Why would you say that you never-'
'Just. Get back to what you were doing.
'This is suspicious...'
'I said get fucking back!'
'Alright, alright...'
Jack leaned back in the closet, hesitant to resume his game. After a few seconds had passed, he hadn't heard anything, and assumed hide had just left, and continued scratching shit into the closet.
Then he heard a small click noise and the sound of something brushing up against the closet. That not being as usual noise, he decided to open the door to see what could have made it, when he found that he... couldn't. Hide had locked him in the closet.
'Uhh... Hide?' said Jack.
'Yes, Jack?' responded Hide.
'Did you just lock me in here?'
'Maybe.'
'You did! You asshole!'
'You're the only asshole here, Jack. I told you to stop and you didn't.'
'You don't OWN the cunt-sucking closets, Hide!'
'EXCUSE ME? I can't believe- I just.. you know what, I'm leaving. And not giving you the key. I'm NOT letting you out for anything, Jack-ass!'
'Real creative there, Hide. Well whatever. I spend most of my time in closets anyways, so eat SHIT!'
There was no respond. Hide had left.
'Stupid son of a bitch..' Jack muttered, smirking.
I mean, Jack didn't need to get out of the closet. He was right, most of his time is spent in there. The only times when he goes out is when screech comes over, he needs to eat, or.. use the bathroom.
Suddenly, those 'occasional twinges in his bladder' came to mind, and he remembered. He's been putting off having to piss this entire time.
'Whatever,' he thought. 'Hide won't leave me in here for long and I don't have to go that bad.' He squeezed his legs together. He shouldn't have payed the thought any heed. The more he thought about his situation, the more he had to go, and the more he had to go, the more he thought about it. At least it wasn't unbearable by any means. He just needed to take his mind off of it.
He started again another round of tic tac toe. He couldn't concentrate on the game.
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He... lost. A game against himself. How the hell did this happen? A fucking cat! The game ended in a cat! That never happens. Usually he just, lets himself win... But the stupid, poking thought of needing to piss kept shoving out of the way his urge to win!
'Curse you, Jack.' he said. 'Stupid brain.'
Ironic, how his own brain can't focus on what he wanted to. Quite paradoxical, especially since one can only 'want' with their brain. Jack thought about the interesting paradox for no more than a minute before another twinge in his bladder interrupted it. Jack moved his hand down to his crotch to hold himself, temporarily easing the pain.
Jack tapped his foot. He didn't want to do anything. He was no longer bored, he was desperate. When the fuck was hide going to unlock him? Why was this happening? He doesn't even drink that much, of any fluid. Of course, though, by bad luck or coincidence, or karma maybe, he was here, locked in a damn closet, desperate to piss. 'Fuck you,' said Jack, to whatever variable caused this. And hide, of course.
Jack began squirming in the closet, trying to find any position that might lessen the pressure, yet none did the trick. He held tighter his crotch, hoping the same thing, but all in vain. The pressure only grew, twinges of pain shot through his bladder constantly.
He thought about calling for hide. It would be.. embarrassing, sure, and hide would probably just keep him in there out of spite if he even heard him. But he so desperately needed to get out.
'Hey, hide?' he shouted, 'Im really sorry okay? Can you let me out now?'
There was no answer.
Louder, again, he shouted: 'Please! I mean it this time.'
God, this was getting unbearable. Jack banged on the closet door with his fists,
the removal of which from his crotch immediately shot out a spurt of piss, making them also immediately return.
'Fucking damnit..' he said, under his breath.
He would just have to wait. He would simply keep holding it. He could, as long as he kept his hands where they were, right?
That idea was quickly dying, as with his hope of not pissing himself. The pressure became greater and greater- the pain more intolerable than ever before.
And then it happened.
Suddenly, his hand felt wet. His fucking hand was wet.
'Oh shit-!' He exclaimed, trying to stop himself, but his efforts were in vain. It moved down and over his legs. There was no stopping it. Small tears appeared, just in the corners of his eyes, out of frustration. A slew of swears escaped his breath as the stream continued and the door opened-
Wait, the door opened?
Fuck.
FUCK.
Jack looked up, eyes wide and full of terror, at the form that had just unlocked the door.
Hide.
Jack could say nothing, however hide could.
'For fucks sake, Jack..'
'God.. damnit.-' Jack managed to sputter out. Hide sighed, then his face grew into a grin, and he started laughing.
'Holy Fuck, Jack? How much did you drink? Drink a little too much milk, need a diaper now?'
Jack's face grew red with shame, embarrassment, and anger.
'Shut the FUCK up! You're the one who locked me in here!'
Hide was cackling meanly at him.
'Oh Jack, you know if the situations were reversed, youd be laughing.'
Jack growled. 'Fuck. You.'
'You too, Jackass.'