Swiftcurrent Creek ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Growing increasingly more panicked with each second that ticked by, the child began pacing—still stomping, too, of course—back and forth. How was he going to get home? Where was he going to sleep? How was he going to sleep?! Thoughts whirled and twirled around in his head, making him dizzy and bringing him to the brink of tossing his stomach contents all over the ground there; somehow he managed to refrain from filling the territory with the scent of his vomit, swallowing down anything that threatened to rise up.

But that didn’t keep his other end from expelling its contents.

The sudden hey! that shot out from the darkness startled the poor kid so terribly that he crapped himself right there on the spot—Clock literally scared the shit out of him. It was by some true miracle that Kubo avoided trampling right through his own excrement as he reversed at the speed of light, a shrill shriek slipping out through a gaping mouth.