Nightshift 27: Men's Bathrooms (M81-M120)

[swollenmothman]

[from here]

As he opened the door, Dib cried out in disgust. "Eugh! It REEKS!" Clamping his nose with his free hand, Dib scanned the place with the flashlight. The light wasn't as strong as Dib would have liked, but he could still see the rusty sinks and stalls. "I think it's safe to say we're in a bathroom," Dib remarked sheepishly, his voice

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[tendencytohiss]

Crowley edged his way into the bathroom, taking care to check the darkened, shadowy corners behind him as he moved into the room. He'd pass the instinct off as something hell had taught him, but really, old horror movies worked far better as a survival resource.

After all, demons had to get their ideas from somewhere, and humans tended to come up with the best ones.

He'd been getting thirsty from the exertion and stress of avoiding anyone and everyone, which was entirely different from dry-mouthed with panic. The two had nothing to do with each other, and he certainly wasn't feeling the latter, even if all he was armed with was a flashlight and the dull knife he'd swiped from dinner.

There was movement, and noise coming from the other end of the bathroom. Two people, moving about (of course, they were probably evil, considering one had gray-green skin and the other was a kid, which was a whole different category of demon) and talking about the water coming from the faucets. Blood? They had to be kidding. That was a classic, and it wasn't even one of Theirs but rather one of Theirs.

Something was moving, from the tap, something moving and about to strike? If their were demons here, why would they be attacking the patients pretending to be demons? Nothing made any sense!

"Bloody he---hea---whatever! You, look out behind you!" Crowley shouted.

[damned_monsters]

Crowley should have been watching his own back. The blood drew all sorts of creatures and where there were four leeches, there were bound to be more. The sluglike monsters crept along the tile toward him, the fresh blood far more enticing than the stuff pooling in the toilets and sinks. One leech pulled itself along the ground, mouth open and aiming for whatever flesh was closest, hoping for an unguarded ankle for foot. The other was on the ceiling, thick droplets of mucus dripping down onto the fallen angel's shoulder being his only warning that it was about to attack.

[Kaze]

[tendencytohiss]

Something fell onto his shoulder, something thick and slimy and utterly disgusting. Glancing up, Crowley saw a...something on the ceiling, coiled mass of slug monster, maw open. There were more on the floor behind him (it was always the shadowy corners) and he flung himself away from them, nearly bumping into the other two people as he muttered a word you would not find in any of the languages of earth.

Monsters crowded in on them and all he had was a dull butter knife! He needed a weapon, anything -

Dizziness swamped his head, and his vision blurred. It took precious seconds to clear, but when it had, the dim light in the bathroom glinted off the sharp edge of the knife.

Well, it was something. This blessed place hadn't managed to seal off all his powers.