"I'll blow the door wide open with my butt!" Stinky exclaimed excitedly.
Sam blinked in brief confusion. "Blow--? Oh. Uh, you sure that'll work?"
"Never know until you try!"
Sam let out a knowing sigh and shrugged his shoulders in response. "Just... try not to blow the doors off, alright?" Sam asked in a concerned tone.
Stinky waved her hand, dismissing Sam's worries. "Oh please, I know my own strength, Sam. This'll be a cinch, just you watch."
Stinky then casually stepped up right in front of the entrance door, spun around to turn her back towards it, then pressed her rear end against it, ready to let out a mighty fart. Before she went through with it, she heard Sam say, "I'm gonna, uh, take a step back," as he made a little distance between himself and her.
Stinky just rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to the door behind her, and took in a deep breath. "Alright, let's give this a shot." She then started to count down. "3...2...1!"
BRRPT!!
Stinky erupted a short, sharp fart, as if it were a bullet being fired from a gun, and the resulting impact caused the doors to swing open wildly. Sam covered his ears instinctively, to shield himself from the loud cacophony of passing gas and clanking metal, before then taking a look around the entrance area of the school. "Uh... OK, I'm gonna hope nobody heard that..."
Stinky chuckled. "So what if they did?"
Sam didn't answer, and just proceeded too walk up besides Stinky, his gaze fixated on the inside of the school behind the now-open doors. "...Lock's definitely busted," he said. "No way we can fix that."
"Pff, well, it was either that or the doors weren't gonna open at all. Not like either of us have a key."
Sam nodded. "So, you ready to go?"
"Heck yeah I am! This is kinda exciting!"
The two then began trekking their way into the empty school building, the soft echo of their footsteps against the tile flooring accompanying them down the main hall. Stinky was slightly ahead of Sam, before Sam quickened his pace to match hers. He gave a wave of his hand and smirked as he said, "I don't wanna be behind you right now if I can help it."
"You don't wanna be behind me at all," Stinky joked back.
The two shared a chuckle. They were both very comfortable with talking openly about Stinky's flatulence, as the more time they spent with each other, Sam treated it more and more like a normal, everyday thing. Stinky never gave it much thought, as she had to live with her condition of being a Stinker every day. To her, it was normal, but the truth was that Stinky was born with a genetic mutation that resulted in her body possessing an extra internal organ that produced and stored far more natural gas than the average person. The first time Sam heard about it, he was understandably surprised, as he had just assumed that Stinky just had some severe case of chronic flatulence brought on by something like IBS. After learning about it, however, Sam never treated her any different than he already had: if anything, he just gained a greater sense of understanding of why and how Stinky ended up farting as much as she did. Stinky herself joked about it all the time, so Sam did so in turn.
"That said," Sam added, "Do you mind keeping it to a minimum? If someone really is in here... well, I'm not sure I want them to know we're here."
Stinky's eyes went wide in realization. "Oh, crap..!" She turned to looked at the door she blasted open. "I didn't think of that... Sorry, Sam."
Sam shook his head slightly. "Hey, it worked. If I really thought it was a bad idea, I would have just stopped you."
Stinky gave Sam a friendly smirk. "Fair enough... so, wait, when you said you hoped no-one would hear that--"
"--I was talking about whoever is in this school, yes," Sam finished her sentence.
"Oh. I just thought it was because we were, y'know... breaking into school." Stinky then laughed to herself. "Sam, I gotta be honest: I'm impressed."
"Impressed? what do you mean?" He questioned.
"I mean, you're such a goodie-goodie, that I never would have thought you'd actually break in some place. Y'know, that wasn't already abandoned, anyway."
As the two continued their stride, Sam only responded in silence.
"...Sam? What's up?"
Sam blinked, then faced Stinky. "Oh--! Uh, it's nothing. I guess... I dunno. I guess I just feel like a bit of a hypocrite."
Stinky blinked herself. "Hypocrite?"
"Well... you're right, I wouldn't normally wanna do anything like this, what we're doing now. In fact, I'm nervous even being here. It was different before, when you and I would explore some random little thing out in the middle of the woods, but... y'know, this is an actual building."
Stinky reflected on a day the previous Summer when she and Dylan were planning on sneaking into the back of their local grocery store in order to snatch up some food that was taken off the store shelves. Once Sam caught wind of it, he managed to convince Stinky not to go through with it, and thus Dylan left to grab the food himself. As it turned out, Dylan was caught and then subsequently grounded for the rest of that month.
Stinky wasn't a bad kid - not really, anyway. She just had a recklessness to her that Sam knew had to be kept in check every once in a while, so that he could make sure she never went too far, even on accident. Sam was always there to make sure she wouldn't do anything too stupid, and whatever the two did together was usually less risky.
Stinky wondered. Hmm. Maybe calling him a "goodie-goodie" was a little mean. Sam's alright. Heck, he's MORE than alright - he saved my butt TONS of times!
"Hey, sorry if I said anythin--"
"Stinky, it's alright," Sam interrupted. "This isn't your fault. It's not even your idea. If anything, I'm sorry - it's not fair to you to tell you not to do something, only for me to do the same thing."
Stinky shrugged. "I mean... I guess? But, like, you wouldn't do it just because. I bet you have a good reason."
"I hope so," Sam said quietly. "...I should probably tell you something."
Sam stopped in his tracks, and Stinky did too. "What's up?" she asked.
Sam let out a sigh. "I forgot to tell you something," he admitted. "The full reason why I wanted to check out this place was because I want to make sure if there really is someone here."
"Well, duh," Stinky nearly scoffed. "You already said that."
"But, there's more to it," Sam continued. "See... I also wanna make sure it's someone... and not something."
Stinky caught a hint of unease in Sam's tone. "Something? Something like what?'
"That girl, the one who said she saw what happened here... she said something about how she wasn't sure if she even knew what she saw."
Stinky tilted her head. "Ya sure she wasn't just spooked?"
"I thought so, at first. But, according to what I heard, she was really serious about it. It didn't sound like a prank or anything."
Stinky wasn't totally convinced herself. "You sure this isn't just a wild hunch?"
"No, I know it is. But, this time... this time, something feels different about it. I can't explain why, it's just a gut feeling."
Wow. Sam sounds really serious about this whole thing, Stinky thought. I think he might just be chasing another bogus tip. ...But, I already told him I'd be there as his sidekick!
Stinky stepped up to Sam and put her hand on his shoulder. "Don't sweat it, that's why you have me here. Whatever happens, you can count on me. Betcha whoever - or whatever - this thing is, it won't stand a chance against my farts!"
Sam laughed. "Pff, haha! That sounds about right!"
As the two exchanged smiles, Stinky took a look around the hallway they were standing in. "Alright, so... where to now?"
Sam paused. "That's... a good question. That girl said she only ever saw whatever she did go into the school. Not sure which room would be best to check."
The two stood in thought, as they contemplated where to take their little investigation next.
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