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The Ferris Wheel was going to be fun. It was going to be a nice way to relax, to look at a beautiful view of the amusement park and spend some time alone.
That’s what Norman had hoped, anyways.
Instead, the Ferris Wheel had stopped, unexpectedly, and now he was stuck at the top. Alone. And the twinges of discomfort he could feel in his bladder weren’t making things any better.
“Why did you drink so much earlier?” he muttered out loud. But he wasn’t talking to himself. Goblin had had control for the first half of their day in the amusement park and had drank multiple cups of various sodas throughout that time.
“Why didn’t you use the bathroom before getting on the ride, idiot?” Goblin shot back.
“It was supposed to be a quick ride,” Norman replied.
“You should start taking the advice Otto gives me,” Goblin said. “You had to go before you got on. You should have gone then.”
“Don’t lecture me,” Norman grumbled.
“You deserve a lecture,” Goblin replied.
Norman looked at his watch. He was disheartened to find that he’d only been stuck for five minutes, because he was already beginning to unconsciously shift in his seat.
“How long do you think I’ll be stuck up here?” he asked, looking down at the cart that was directly below him. If he pissed himself, it would rain down on the couple sitting in that cart. That certainly wouldn’t make for a nice date.
“Why are you asking me?” Goblin asked. “How would I know?”
“Maybe I should give you control back,” Norman said, “And make you deal with it.”
“I’d be more likely to piss myself than you would,” Goblin replied.
Norman hated to admit that Goblin was right. He would have preferred not to deal with a predicament that was mostly not his fault.
He looked around at the rest of the amusement park. The lights were beautiful in the dark night around him. He would have appreciated the beauty, if…
He hissed in a breath at a sudden increase in discomfort. He clenched the lower half of his body until the worst of the discomfort faded.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he relaxed his body again.
“Watch your language,” Goblin teased.
“Shut the fuck up,” Norman snapped.
They both fell silent. Norman looked down again at the couple below him. Why did he have to get stuck at the very top? Why couldn’t he have gotten stuck in a place where he wasn’t directly over another cart?
He closed his eyes and leaned back, taking a deep breath in and letting it out slowly.
Don’t think about it, he thought. That will only make it worse.
He opened his eyes and once again looked around at the park. The view truly was beautiful from on the top of the Ferris Wheel. The lights on the other rides were clearly visible, blinking in bright colors meant to draw people in. He tried to focus on this fact, and for a few minutes, he was able to ignore the rest of this unfortunate situation. For a few minutes, he was able to enjoy the view he’d wanted to enjoy when he’d gotten on the Ferris Wheel in the first place.
But those precious minutes ended when the discomfort hit him with a vengeance and he had to quickly squeeze his legs together and tense against the urge to release his bladder.
“Oh, God,” he muttered. “Oh, no.”
How could it have gotten this bad? Had it always been bad but he’d been able to ignore that fact?
Whatever the scenario, the need to pee was certainly bad now. His bladder was aching and he was squirming in his seat. He gripped the edge of the seat with both hands, fighting the urge to shove them between his legs.
“This is not good,” he muttered.
“You’d better hope it starts moving soon,” Goblin said. “Or you’ll have an accident.”
“Please shut up,” Norman begged. He hated how pathetic he sounded. He expected Goblin to comment on it, but to his surprise and relief, they said nothing.
Time passed slowly, and the cart stayed still. Norman occasionally glanced down at the cart below him as the need for a bathroom got worse and worse. After an hour had passed, he had to swallow his pride and grab between his legs with both hands, continuing to squirm. The need was almost unbearable, holding it in was becoming more and more impossible, and still the cart was not moving.
Thirty more minutes passed. Norman was beginning to lose control. He could feel warmth beginning to seep into his pants, could feel a damp spot beginning to form under his hands.
Please move , he begged the frozen ride. Please, please, please move, I can’t hold it anymore.
As though hearing his thoughts, the cart lurched forward, and the Ferris Wheel began to spin again. Norman wanted to feel relieved, but he realized the ride wasn’t stopping. They weren’t letting people off yet. The ride wasn’t over yet.
He’d forgotten that crucial fact. But by that point, it didn’t matter. The lurch of the cart had jostled his bladder enough to falter his control. Warm urine flooded out of him, quickly soaking through his underwear and his pants and seeping through his fingers. He tried desperately to get it to stop but nothing he did was working. The flood continued as the Ferris Wheel turned, urine pooling underneath him and dripping off of the edge of the seat. He closed his eyes, trying not to think about all of the people around him. Trying not to think of the fact that he wasn’t alone. Trying not to think about how everyone could clearly see what had happened.
He was forced to endure the humiliation until the ride finally ended. As soon as his cart stopped and the safety bar was removed, he jumped out of the cart and ran through the exit.
He continued running until he reached the closest bathroom. He ran inside and locked himself in a stall. He sat on the toilet and caught his breath.
Oh, God. I can’t believe that happened! he thought.
“Maybe if you’d gone to the bathroom before the ride started, it wouldn’t have happened,” Goblin replied.
Maybe if you hadn’t drank so much earlier, I wouldn’t have had to use the bathroom before getting on the ride, Norman said.
“That’s not fair!” Goblin argued. “ I used the bathroom when I needed to. You didn’t. This was your fault!”
Whoever’s fault it was, Norman said, still not wanting to admit that the accident had, in fact, been his fault, I need to get a change of clothes.
Norman realized with a sinking feeling that getting new clothes would mean having to admit to Otto what had happened. And while he didn’t want to do that, he also didn’t want to walk around in urine-soaked pants for the rest of the night.
Reluctantly, and with a deep sigh, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Otto’s number.