You start to black out as the water floods your whole world. You see a distorted image of Peytons face as your eyes shut and your body goes limp.
When you awake you see a bright light and you're on dry land again. You thought for certain you were going to drown in her toilet–flushed away with her waste.
You hear footsteps as Peyton appears above your face. "Hey there stranger. What on earth are you doing in my toilet? Why are you so small?"
You try to speak but end up coughing up a little toilet water instead. "I don't know, I just woke up there." You say barely uttering the words.
"You really expect me to believe that?" Peyton laughs. "That's the most pathetic excuse I've ever heard! I suppose you pissed off a wizard and he cursed you and transplanted you into my toilet? Who are you?"
"Sorry, I don't know how I got here. Please help me!"
"Hmm, I don't know, I did have to fish you out of the toilet just in the nick of time saving you from drowning. How embarrassing that would be, drowning in a young lady's toilet, flushed into the sewer, your body slowly wasting away with only her piss to keep you warm. If you were lucky, your head would be sticking out of my shit and not the other way around. Not like it would matter."
Peyton starts to pace around the room a bit, you start looking around to see you're in the bathroom still, so not too much time has past. You're laying on a wash cloth on the sink, your far to high up to escape unless you have to.
"What should I do with you?" She says to herself. "What does one do with a mini man like yourself?"
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