Mitchell & Andrew
In the dimly lit room of the college dorm, the air was thick with a sense of foreboding. Andrew, the star of the college baseball team, lounged on his bed, a smirk playing on his lips. He was the embodiment of a cruel intelligence, a bro who thrived on the mockery of his peers. Today, his target was Mitchell—a sweet, innocent soul, often the butt of Andrew's relentless jokes.
“Hey, Mitchell!” Andrew called out, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I know how much you love the smell of gas. I even took some gas pills just for you!” He laughed, the sound echoing through the barren walls of the room.
Mitchell, with wide eyes and an innocent demeanor, shuffled closer, unsure of what was to come. “Really?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
“Yeah, but first, you need to get on the bed and load up your pampers,” Andrew commanded, his tone shifting from mockery to something more sinister. “And don’t forget to suck on your pacifier while you’re at it.”
Without hesitation, Mitchell complied, the innocence in his actions contrasting sharply with the cruel undertones of Andrew’s words. As he settled onto the bed, Andrew’s grin widened. “Now, tell me how divine my gas smells,” he ordered, positioning himself over Mitchell’s face.
With each passive-aggressive push, Andrew unleashed a series of deliberate farts, taunting Mitchell with every sound. “You’re dumber than a three-year-old, you know that?” he sneered. “Look at you, pooping in more pampers and farting more than a toddler.”
Mitchell’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, yet he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of belonging in this twisted game. Andrew grabbed a giant crayon, smudging it across Mitchell’s homework. “Turn this in, and we can keep you in stinky pampers forever,” he teased, the laughter in his voice echoing off the walls.
The room felt suffocating, yet there was an undeniable bond forming in the chaos—a shared understanding of their roles in this bizarre world. Andrew, the cruel jester, and Mitchell, the unwitting fool, navigating the complexities of their existence in a dystopian landscape where humor masked deeper insecurities.
“Let’s see who can be the biggest human fart,” Andrew challenged, his eyes gleaming with mischief. In that moment, amidst the mockery and laughter, a strange camaraderie blossomed, binding them in a way that only those who’ve danced on the edge of cruelty and vulnerability could understand.