It's currently 45 minutes past midnight. A man is seen getting out of his car, getting gas at an isolated gas station surrounded by thick forests. The lights flickered as he filled up the tank of his truck. After he finished filling up his truck's fuel tank, he headed out to the toilet at the back of the gas station.
Once he stepped inside, the smell was horrible and he couldn't stand it. "Ew! It reeks of piss in here. Did the workers clean the toilet or not?" he complained. Out of the corner of his eyes, he thought he saw a shadow. He glanced to the right but found nothing.
"I thought I saw something. Must've been my imagination," he said as he entered a stall at the very far end of the toilet. He closed and locked the door and started taking a piss. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he heard a low voice saying "Come out."
The voice startled him. He stopped pissing to ask "Who's there!?" But no one answered. And then, the voice appeared again. This time saying "I can see you," in a really creepy voice. The man was startled to hear the voice again. He frantically shouted "Stop messing with me! I'm not scared of you!"
Just like before, silence fell again. But this time, the voice answered him. "You shouldn't be scared of me. I'm your friend," the voice said. The man decided to put his pants back and left the stall. He reached for the door handle and opened the door.
He hurried out from the toilet stall and ran without looking back. But as he reached the entrance of the toilet, the door shut on him and locked him inside. He banged on the door calling for help but no one came. Not the worker, nobody. "Help! Help me! Somebody help!" he shouted, panic taking over his mind.
Behind him, footsteps can be heard. Slowly creeping towards him. The man turned around and saw nothing. He turned to the door and banged it again. Hoping someone would hear his cry for help. Over and over again, he banged non-stop but no one came.
After what felt like ages, he stopped banging on the door and gave up. He sat down, helpless. He turned around from the door again but this time, he saw it. A tall skinny dark figure standing in one of the toilet stalls watching him with a creepy grin on its twisted face.
"Ah!" the man screamed at the horror scene in front of him. The creature said "I've been observing you, friend." The voice is similar to the earlier voices he heard. "No! No! What are you!? Why are you here!? What do you want from me!?" the man shouted, scared. His voice is filled with fear.
"Don't worry, I don't want to hurt you, friend," the creature said. Its mouth moved unnaturally when it spoke. The creature then opened the toilet stall's door and stepped out. It raised its hand towards the man. "No! No! Don't get closer!" the man screamed as he tried to swat away the hand of the creature but it's futile.
The creature's hands grew closer to his face. After its hand reached for the man's face, the creature grabbed his face and lifted him up. The man struggled, trying to escape the creature's grip but it's of no use. The man tried to speak but his voice couldn't come out. As if something is forcefully blocking his vocal chord.
"Such a good-looking face you have. Not like me. Twisted. Burned. I felt a lot of agonizing pain. This time, I want you to feel like me too. So we can be friends together. Forever and ever," the creature said to the man. "I need to get out of here! I need to make this thing let go of me! I need to take care of my family!" the man said in his mind. The man's face is visibly scared. Not knowing what to do. The man tried to loosen the grip of the creature forcefully but again, it's futile.
The creature then tightened its grip before switching to his left hand to keep the man lifted. The creature's hands reached for his face. He tried to struggle, but it was no use. Pain erupted. He screamed, but his voice was gone. Every inch of his body twisted under its grip. Piece by piece turning the man into nothing short of a butchered human.
The skin of his face scattered everywhere, eyeballs laying on the cold tiles of the toilet, the man's arm in the creature's mouth, the man's legs inside the sink and much more. After a while, everything stopped. The creature sat there, smiled and said "This is the happiest day of my life. I got a new friend."
After it finished saying that, the creature began assembling the man back but twisted. Legs in places of the arms, arms in the places of the legs, guts stuffed into the eye socket and head on the belly of the deceased man. He was no longer himself—every inch twisted into something horrifying. The creature's idea of friendship had left nothing recognizable.
30 minutes later, a gas station worker came to the toilet to check what's going on because she's worried for the man. She opened the door and found the toilet covered in blood with the man's reconstructed body laying on the ground. She screamed before she ran back inside the gas station and called 911.
Around 20 minutes later, police arrived alongside forensics. They closed off the area and started an investigation of the man's cause of death. But it's futile. None of them can determine his death. His body is unrecognizable and the way his limbs are reconstructed, it almost seems like someone or something did it on purpose. Nobody exactly knew what or who did it.
After the police left with the man's body, the door of that toilet closed shut. The creature inside the toilet, kept an eyeball of the man and put it on the handle of a broom. "You're my friend. My one and only friend. Let's play together," the creature said as it pulled out a teddy bear made out of its victim's skins and organs.
After the horrifying experience, the worker at the gas station decided to quit the job with the excuse of moving to another state. Meanwhile, the police are studying the man's body and after a long 5 hour investigation, they finally identified the man as Jerry Hopskin. A husband with a wife and 2 kids at the age of 4 and 6.
2 days later, the police came to the house where his wife and kids live to deliver the news of Jerry's death. The chief knocked on the front door several times. Mary, the wife, answered the door and asked "Yes officer? What can I help you with?".
"We have bad news to deliver to you, ma'am. Your husband…" the Chief hesitated for a bit before continuing "...we found him dead in a toilet at a gas station. We… We don't know exactly the cause of his death. So… I'm sorry for your loss," the Chief said while looking down.
Mary covered her mouth and tears started flowing from her eyes. She then broke down and kneeled to the ground, crying. "No! This can't be! My husband… Jerry…," she said with a shaky tone under her tears.