YOU'RE RELATED TO THE GUY WHO MADE CHLOROPHORM???

YOU'RE RELATED TO THE GUY WHO MADE CHLOROPHORM???

Yep lol. He’s like my great great great something uncle

mothy_AkunoP (@mothy_akuno)

(x) I ended up locked in my bathroom for two hours. No, seriously, it was really scary.

(x) Once I got home, the air conditioner was off and the room was hot, so I was in my briefs, and I had to go to the bathroom, so there I was, but then when I was finished I tried to get out, and…“Huh? The door’s not opening…”

(x) The door wasn’t opening no matter how much I turned the knob. The bathroom’s getting really hot now. I was all alone in the house. I was half-naked, my phone wasn’t with me, and I couldn’t call the police or management…I seriously thought I was gonna die.

(x) Everyone’s gonna die at some point. That’s just an inevitability. But who on earth would want to die from being trapped in the bathroom at the brink of summer? “A Vocaloid producer was found dead after being trapped in the bathroom” making the news would make you a laughingstock all the way up to the afterlife. So I figured, I gotta get out of here somehow.

(x) So I sat down on the toilet seat and gathered my thoughts. Well, there’s tap water in the toilet, so I’m not gonna die of dehydration. And today’s Friday. During the evening my co-op association is supposed to come down to deliver food ingredients. So if worse comes to worst, I could ask them for help.

(x) I got locked in at around 12 PM, and I’d have to wait for around four hours for the co-op. It’s hot. I’m sweating. I’m using the toilet faucet to wash my hands so I can cool down even for a little. There’s no clock in here so I have no idea how much time has passed, so I’m waiting for the clock chimes.

(x) (I’m writing this in advance because I seem to be worrying people, but I’ve already gotten out. I’m writing this on Twitter now because I didn’t have my phone with me in the bathroom, so I really wasn’t able to call for help back then.)

(x) While I’m waiting, I suddenly realize. Right now, in my room, there’s a sort of lewd doujinshi that a friend gave me at an event. If I call for help, someone’s gonna see that. Of course, it’s better than dying, but…

(x) …yeah, okay, let’s leave that as a last resort. Let’s try escaping on my own for now…so I tried shaking the doorknob again. Still not working. Maybe something’s wrong with the knob itself. But there’s nothing in the bathroom that I can use to fix it.

(x) All right, I figured, I’ll just have to use the power of a man in his prime! So I hurled my body against the door with my shoulder. Nothing. Not quite what the movies or TV would tell you.

(x) So I keep trying to beat up the door with everything I’ve got. I end up making a crack in the wood. “Oh, it’s working?!” I thought, and kept smacking it with my fist. Finally, I got a hole open in the door. But…I couldn’t see the outside. The veneer of the door had two layers, and I’d only gotten the inner one.

(x) The outer layer is harder than the inner one, so I wasn’t able to break it open with just my fist. I was tired, so I sat down on the toilet seat. My fist was bleeding, and I was starting to get hungry. Incidentally, I hadn’t had lunch yet. It was turning into a game of me and my own physical abilities.

(x) So if I couldn’t use my hands, I’d just have to use my foot. But the hole I opened with my fist was fairly high and reaching it with my foot was tricky. I figured I had no other choice, so I kicked the bottom of the door and opened a new hole. I only got the inner layer again, but it was much easier than it was with my fist, so I figured this would be doable.

(x) I kept kicking it with everything I had…and finally, I got the outer layer to crack! One more time. I got a little hole at the bottom of the door. It was one thing to finally be able to see outside from the bathroom, but I was relieved just getting the air conditioner to come in.

(x) I used my hands to open up the hole further, and got it wide enough to get a person through. I went through the hole while trying not to get my back pricked on the wood splinters. Finally, I got back to my beloved room. I’m back. I’ve finally defeated it!

(x) So now there’s a big hole in the door…While assessing the damage, I tried turning the doorknob from the outside. The door opened wide. Seems like the problem was just in the knob itself. So with the door open, I kept turning the knob to see how it was working.

(x) …And then I suddenly realized something. While the door was open, I put a hand on the inner doorknob. The one that hadn’t worked no matter how many times I’d tried to turn it. There was no response if I turned it to the left…

(x) …but when I carefully turned it to the right, it stuck a bit, but the knob easily turned…so all I’d needed to do was turn it the other way!!

(x) And that’s how I learned the hard way that when placed in extreme situations, people end up losing their ability to make rational decisions…So while I was drinking mineral water that I’d gotten from the fridge, I had to face the grave mistake I’d made…faced with a giant hole that I’d busted in the door. (The End)

(x) Well, you see, the bathroom doorknob is normally supposed to turn in both directions, but I’d gotten myself into the habit of only turning it to the left, so it seems like its ability to turn left just happened to get busted.

(x) But now there’s a giant hole in the bathroom door, so I’ll never be trapped again! (Positive thinking)

(x) Today’s take-home messages -Take your phone with you wherever you go, no matter what -Keep your doujinshi out of sight -Living alone sucks

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