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“Hah! Plus four, chorus fruit~!” Green smirked at Purple, whom he sat on the floor across the floor from.
She sat with the bottoms of her feet together, fuzzy socks and short sport shorts, rolling her eyes with a scoff. “Fiine.” She bent forward, fetching those four more cards.
She winced internally, her bladder aching at the movement. She'd made sure to go before leaving considering her,, embarrassing secret. She'd been trying not to drink much, but it was inevitable.
..It was fine. It wasn't very urgent yet. Just uncomfortable. She couldn't just up and leave yet, like she normally would. They'd all beg her to stay, it'd just cause a scene..
The game went on. Purple wasn't paying much attention.
"UNO!"
"Yellow, kindly go fuck yourself," Red was holding quite a few cards.. Purple snickered.
Turns went by. Purple had to drink some water because her mouth was dry and it made her fumble her sentence. It was a mistake.
...
"Purple," Blue gently nudged her. "It's your turn."
She flinched, shifting the heel of her foot into her crotch. "R-right, sorry!"
She put down a yellow 3. And then internally cursed when she realized she could've put down a +4 she'd gotten somewhere to get back at Green.
Whatever. Somehow nobody had knocked Yellow off that throne yet, despite everyone wanting to. Yellow's turn wasn't besides her's, so she really couldn't do anything.
More turns passed. She kept shifting to a minimum, even if that was what she desperately craved. She shifted her foot to lay inconspicuously in front of her crotch. Hopefully, inconspicuously. She just had to survive the round. She could get dead last, all she cared.
...
Purple wiggled uncomfortably, foot driven into their front uncomfortably. But none of the colorgang said anything. Other than once again, Blue kindly reminding her it was her turn. This time, without the poke.
"S-sorry," Purple leaned forward, and the first leak escaped. She hurriedly put down the card and went back to focusing on holding back her bladder alone. Nobody noticed, because it was on her back.. she was tucking, shit..
How many fucking turns does it take to play uno with a collection of the most competitive people of all time? Too goddamn many, Purple's decided.
It's honestly exhausting, and the most disappointing part is that she can't even really throw the game. There is no 'getting out' in Uno.
Someone got hit with a +2. Purple forced a laugh– it caused a leak. She forced herself to not react, even if she nearly gasped with surprise.
Indescribable horror burrowed into her stomach when she noticed the smallest wet bit was visible on the front of the shorts, at the very bottom.. She shifted to have her legs pulled to the side and pressed together. If she had to, she could still push down. She just had to survive.
...
"UNO!"
Purple flinched, instinctively driving the balls of her feet further into her wet panties. Green smiled devilishly, unaware of her predicament. Apparently he'd taken the game right back from Yellow. Somehow she wasn't very surprised. She similarly shouldn't have been surprised at the extra warmth that grew in her underwear. She didn't want to check. But she had to.
By the next turn, Green managed to slam his final card down and claim victory. Purple shifted more in her spot, leaning back cautiously as he laughed boisterously. She had to get up.. now.
"Good game, good game, yep, uh, berightback!"
Purple proceeded to dash out of the room while still facing them all. She was like.. 90 percent sure she knew where the bathroom was. She thought she overheard Yellow yelling at Green that she'll 'get his ass next time' and Green said 'promise?'... Purple scoffed. There wasn't a point in rematching him, you'd just get mopped twice in a row. Ask her how she knows.
She accidentally slammed the door a bit harder than she meant to.
Purple effectively ripped her shorts off and sat.
...and nothing came out. Are you serious? She's on the verge of an accident and she can't piss now. ... This is exactly why she's so goddamn afraid of leaving the house!
. . . She just had to relax a bit. It hurt a bit with how badly she needed to go. ...And what was she supposed to wear now?! Purple considering rotting away in here. They'd all tease her. Fuck, this is the opposite of relaxing! No. Okay, she brought a jacket. She could grab that, and hope nobody noticed the smell.. fuck, the smell–
No, just ... take deep breaths.. just relax.. and count.. and. Similar things. Count sheep? No. That's for sleeping. ... Well, to be asleep, you need to be relaxed. Maybe that'd work.. in a way.
But with everything, it just wouldn't come out. For fucks sake. She was probably taking too long. Hopefully they wouldn't want her back out there for another round, she had kind of sucked ass because she couldn't pay any proper attention...!
No. No. Just.. count. Breathe in.. 1, 2, 3, 4.. hold.. 1, 2, 3, 4 .. breathe out, 1, 2, 3–
Someone knocked. Twice. Sharply.
"Uhh, hey Purp, take your time, but just wanted to ask if you wanted to play again?" It was Red.
"N-no, no thank you, I'm okay! Thanks for asking..!"
"Yeah, anytime! .. also, uh, Yellow kinda needs to go too, so.. just,, keep that in mind! Byeee!"
Fuck. Why don't they have more than one bathroom?! There's five people living here, that seems like an awful idea!?
And.. Well. Okay, she had other clothes. But how was she supposed to get to them?? She dreaded having to put back on her slightly wet but extraordinarily cold underwear.. but despite how little it is, it'd be extra absorbance. The shorts weren't doing her any favors. Fuck everything.
Purple flushed an empty toilet, shoved toilet paper in her panties, and washed her hands while shifting uncomfortably. Since she'd pushed her penis back between her legs, it was kind of impossible to hold, but she'd also rather kill herself before having to remember she has a dick if she ever happens to glance down.
The others had already started the game, and when Yellow saw Purple, she waved at them and stood, walking off towards the bathroom.
Purple made sure nobody could see her back, even slightly, twisting away from glances as she tied a jacket around her waist.
"I'm, gonna go outside for a bit," she announced. "I'll be back. Just need some fresh air, y'know? Okkayybye hhahaa..."
Once again, she fumbled the door a little too harshly. She could barely hear them from out here, just muffled voices.. she couldn't see them, they couldn't see her, she was behind the house so their animator couldn't see her either–
Fuck, they knew, didn't they? They knew something happened. And her voice lost its pitch in the stress. Fuck! She was supposed to be a good liar, why was she slipping now? They'd all think she was gross and weird, they'd never want her to come over again–
Purple curled up, pulling her elytra on for comfort– but the wings refused to stay coiled around her, flared out in fear.
She was shaking, she knew it– she was fucking embarrassing herself, she felt so goddamn stupid and–
"Purple?"
Her head shot around, locking eyes with Green despite the hands firmly gripping into her hair getting in the way.
"..hey, hey, it's okay. Breathe in. One, two, three, four.. hold, one, two, three, four.. breathe out, one, two, three, four."
He repeated it twice, before Purple gasped sharply, entirely hiding her face in her knees.
"Purple? Hey, it's okay. You're okay."
It was not fucking okay. Her ass was wet, her jacket was warm, the ground underneath her was wet, she was–
The sound of it finally hit his ears. Slightly hissing, but mostly just.. splattering. The already saturated ground getting worse every second.
"Oh– Purple, it's okay, you're okay. You're on the grass. And I won't tell a single soul, okay? Just let it out. Breathe."
Her bladder was failing her in front of her closest friend. Fuck . If she had any control of herself, she'd be trying to stop: in fact, she actively WAS trying to stop, but it just wasn't listening–!
It never gets this bad, she never lets it get this bad..!! Even with all the time she usually spends here, she'll make some excuse to go home long before she's close to pissing herself because getting home takes forever. And she doesn't even mean Mango's house! She's.. working on it. Home is a Minecraft house in the middle of a spruce biome, okay? ... It'd been a long time since she saw her childhood home.
...and, still– still, Green looked at her with such gentle care, she considered the possibility of melting.
. . .
By the time she'd calmed down, the piss coating her had grown uncomfortably cold.
"I'll distract the others and lead them into the kitchen. You can go sneak upstairs, take a shower and change, whatever you need to. I can handle your dirty clothes. I'll just start a load."
". . . I don't want you to have to touch my wet clothes."
"That's, fair. Just throw them in the washing machine, I'll top it off and start it while you get showered, okay?"
"..mhm." Purple meekly nodded.
Purple saw Green herd the others into the kitchen, with all of their backs to the glass door. With incredible hesitance, she slowly, carefully, and _quietly_ unlatched the back door, fumbled to close it behind her with her eyes trained on the group in the kitchen, took 7 steps forward for her bag, and shuffled sideways to the stairs.
She had to keep the shower short. She didn't want to draw too much attention.. peeling off the disgraced clothes, dropping them at the bottom of the washer.. and trying not to freak out more. Purple scooted the shower chair aside, warm water raining down upon her a few seconds later. She ignored her hair for now, just washing her lower half... And tried to feel relaxed.
She spent the next few hours anxious about any possible comments. And she didn't even begin to consider any liquid intake. She didn't like eating very much either, but if she couldn't force her body to think she was full by drinking water, she supposed she had to actually be full. Damn checkmate.
Just as she managed to shove it from her mind for the time being, Green asked to talk. Alone.
Purple swallowed.
He led her away.
The two stood in the upper half of the house, with the beds. In Green's section of the room, specifically.
"..so.. Purple, I don't mean to sound like a dick. But you went in the bathroom not that long before .. that. Did you not,, you know. Actually go?"
"B-because–" Her throat jammed up. This is so stupid. Fuck. "Because I can't go..! I just can't..."
Green looked at her with a pitifully obvious confusion. ". . . But the–.. I'm sorry. Explain it to me."
". . .if I– if I try to go somewhere I'm not used to, I just, can't . It doesn't come out. Unless I.. I get ... Like that. When it's really bad.. and I mean really bad."
(Nobody is surprised this is a symptom of her childhood, right?)
She was just so unspeakably disgusted by herself. She had a bladder of steel. But this had worn it down that badly? This and the job application.. she had to cut back, cursors.
"Oh," Green said simply. "Okay. Well.. I'm sorry, that, y'know. You have to deal with that. I– hope it gets better for you in the future. ... Is it obvious I have no idea what to tell you?" He laughed half-heartedly, reaching a hand up to scratch the back of his neck. "Just.. good luck. I'll make sure nobody ever bothers you in there again, 'kay?"
Purple immediately opened her mouth–
"Subtly, I will be subtle about it." He offered her his hand to shake. "Promise."
"..you better stay truthful about that," Purple murmured. "Otherwise, I'm not above attacking you ."
Green burst into laughter. Just as quickly, he calmed, wiping his eye.
"I know."