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// Episode 3: Wrong toilet 
// Story: SPP Containment Breach 
// by zennec-fox 
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I sighed.  I hadn't eaten since the Breach started, so I went to SPP-294, a pony-shaped coffee machine-type thing. I looked at the keyboard and typed "Milkshake."  I grabbed my milkshake and sat down to drink it when I saw the stalker again.  I sat completely still and watched as he...got a beer.  Didn't expect that.  I sighed in relief and drank my milkshake, not caring whether or not it was dangerous.  Afterwards, I began walking again.

After a while, I had a weird feeling near my flank, like something was inside, ready to come out.  I then realized I had to take a dump.  I sighed and went to the restroom, ignoring the sign that said "DANGER: CAREFULLY EXAMINE TOILET BEFORE USING."
I sat down on a random toilet and started to poop when I heard an evIl laugh.  I looked down and saw a face in the toilet.  I knew this was an SPP of some sort, but which one?
"I am the Flank Ghost," the face said, "and I will eat your flank."  Oh.  789-J.  That made sense.  I shrugged and continued pooping, forgetting what made this SPP so dangerous.
After a while of pooping, I felt something on my flank.  I screamed.  789-J got me!!  I tried to twerk it off, but twerking didn't solve anything.  In fact, it only made it worse.  The lesson I learned there is don't twerk while something's eating your flank.  I suddenly remembered how to get rid of this guy and reached for the toilet paper.  I proceeded to wipe the Flank Ghost off of my posterior and threw him back into the toilet.

It had been five hours since I had almost lost my flank to a ghost.  The hallways seemed endless, and I thought I'd never escape.  I sighed and saw a peculiar containment chamber.  When I looked inside, all I could see was darkness.  I cautiously turned on the light, and what I saw surprised me.
I saw what looked like a strange grey, bald, genderless toy pony, sitting in a chair, looking down.  I looked closely, and the toy looked up, staring at me with it's completely blue eyes.  I screamed.  What the f[potatoes]k?!  I cautiously entered.  The small pony was a little over a foot tall, the size of a newborn foal.  It wasn't wearing a uniform, so it couldn't be a Class-F.  I poked it gently.  The pony looked up at me.
"What are you?" I asked.
The pony was silent.  "Call me Ariel," it finally said.