He wiped his ass, tossed in the toilet paper, and snickered.
"Heh, how's your view from down there, runt? This is what you wanted to see, ain't it?" He laughed, wiggling his butt on the seat. "You like my fat ass? You like lookin' up my hole, pervert?" He teased. He let some silence filter in, as if listening, then sighed.
"I can still hear some noise. That's you swimmin' in there, huh." He pouted, pulling up his pants and standing.
He looked into the toilet, squinted, and then knelt back down in front of the toilet. His eyes widened and he coughed.
"Whew! What a godawful smell, fuck! 'S what I get for eatin' so many hash cakes yesterday, heh." He hesitantly reached his hand into the toilet. "Man, I'd love to get rid of you now but I'd sleep better at night knowin' I didn't make someone alive disappear." He grimaced and quickly plucked you out.
"Didn't you just try to kill me though? You would've felt bad after that, right?" You protest, now sitting in his hand.
"I guess. I was throwin' 'round "survive" and "die" but I wasn't really expectin' it. Anyway, you want me to wash you before we go back to class? You've got a date with my tush." He asked, another condescending grin spreading across his face.
Your face burned. "I already said I was messing with you. Just get me back to normal already!" You exclaim.
"Sorry, loser. Don't have any idea how. 'N since you're no longer good as a functioning regular person, why don't you accept your fate as my little butt-bug?" He boomed, his tone of voice making it sound like you had no other choice.
"Derek! You can't be serious!" You wailed.
"Don't believe me if you want. But I decide what happens to you now, and that can't be changed." He stated, an awful smirk splitting across his face. "I'm the only one who knows where you are, so, whaddaya say? Do you wanna work with me or do I have to force you?"