What if a skeleton comes out of the toilet while I poop?

In an opulent villa centered in Florida.

A young man sits with one leg over the other, one hand supporting his head and the other fiddling with a remote on a luxurious chair. Sunshine seeps through the curtains on the window to his left, while the air conditioner silently seeps cold into the room.

While switching through certain pieces of information displayed on the respective tv screen, a door to the young man's right opens.

"Young master, there's a visitor." A man with the clear occupation of a butler bows slightly and informs the young man. He then gestures for attention to be focused behind him as a woman with heavy makeup walks in.

The woman stops in front of the butler and watches the young man's actions with no interest before looking back at him and respectfully nodding as a greeting. "I heard you called for me, Young Master Bennett?"

The butler behind closes the door and walks out.

Bennett doesn't directly reply as he answers with a statement of his own. "Father says you're the best in this regard."

Her nose wrinkles as she smiles in response to the flattery. "Thank you. Yes." She unhurriedly walks to sit opposite of him. She sits, taking up a third of the chair, with her legs together and hands folded above them.

He only silently glances at her before looking at the screen and speaking in a straightfoward manner. "I wish to use your resources to construct a secure bunker for my family in the case that a nuclear war breaks out, and so in the case that we'd require such a thing." Bennett flips a coin and when it lands on heads, he stops talking and looks at her.

The woman smiles, unsuprised that a rich family would have any certain demand for a bunker. "Of course; is that all?"

Bennett lightly nods in appreciation. "Actually, I'd like to make certain requests." The woman gestures for him to ask away and he continues, "I'd like for the bunker to have room for certain recreational activities such as sports, weightlifting, and running. Also, make sure there is sufficient storage space for plenty of food and water."

The woman flashes a professional smile. "Of course. These arrangements can easily be made. Thank you for your business, Young Master Bennett." She pleasantly walks out of the door and the butler accompanies her to the exit of the house after confirming the instructions.

Bennett stands up and then flips his coin. It lands on heads and he after he switches out to some white shorts and a white t-shirt. He calls for the same butler. When the butler arrives, Bennett clears his throat. "Alright, let us go to gym."

The gym was inside his house and was in no way inferior to any average gym. The equipment was of the latest quality and there was a court for playing tennis and basketball, along with a room dedicated to martial arts practice. The sizes of each of these were way above average.

In that room, there was an adult man looking to be 30 years old with decent build standing, punching a bag.

Bennett flips a coin and it lands on heads. He walks to that man and bows lightly in respect with a fist on a palm. Bennett then does a warmup and some stretches and gets ready in front of the other man. He picks up a pair of boxing gloves and looks at the man, "Alright Sky, let's see what you got."

Sky, in response, greets the very direct Bennett and gets into fighting stance.

The butler chuckles from the side and walks back to carry out duties in the other parts of the house, letting Bennett and Sky to do as they please.

The butler then arrives at a kitchen and prepares a meal along with the help of other servants. He flips a coin subconsciously seeing the list of choices of meals and then shakes his head, laughing. "I must've caught on to the young master's habits." He speaks to himself, but the other servants overhear and all laugh, creating a light mood in the kitchen.

Finished making the meal, the servants await instructions as the butler goes to Bennett to notify him of the meal. The butler walks through a few doorways, a few rooms, and eventually the gym door entrance.

"Young Master Bennett, your meal is prepared." The butler respectfully waits for a response, standing by the sidelines as Bennett and Sky spar.

'Even for his size and age, the young master pushes back Sky, seemingly forcing him to be on the defense. Young Master Bennett shows off impressive technique and grit as each strike is forced with extreme precision. Sky, on the other hand, never misses any open window for a counterattack nor does he ever directly get hit. He blocks or dodges each and every attack.' The butler analyzes the spar to the best of his limited abilities.

As Bennett calls the match to an end, he sits by the butler and rests for a bit to control his breathing. He wipes his sweat and watches how Sky hasn't broken a single sweat. He watches Sky use the punching bag and each of his movements with remnant surprise from the spar.

The butler notices Bennett's gaze and decides to kindly inform him to shower and eat, but before he can, Bennett flips a coin. It lands on tails. He then quickly stands up and asks Sky a question in a manner that isn't too far from shouting: "What's your full name and how should I address you?"

Sky becomes alarmed from the shout and turns around warily as a joke. When his gaze reaches Bennett, he jokingly sighs in relief and laughs. "Well my full name is Sky Breaker, but you can call me Braeker, kid."

As Sky was about to continue, Bennett interrupts. "I am Bennett Whitehall, the fourth heir to the Whitehall household. I hope we can spar at a later date!" Bennett sticks his hand out to shake Sky's hand, while Sky is slightly dazed.

He quickly recovers and shakes with a smile on his face. "Sure, Bennett Whitehall."

Bennett turns and heads to walk out the door, following the back of the butler.

Sky watches Bennett's slowly fading back and smiles. "Ah, how good it is to be young."

After Bennett takes a short cold shower, he gets out and wipes himself down. He then takes two deep breaths to calm himself down. While dressing up, he thinks, 'Alright. In the case of any sort of creature, human or animal jumping through the window and damaging me, I would be..' He turns to inspect the window. 'safe. Alright. Then in the case that any sort of flying insect, poisonous gas invades me through the vents, I would be.. safe.'

After doing similar inspections throughout the house after half an hour and after eating, he sits on the water bed in his room and looks at the wall, plastered with pieces of paper all over it. He informed his butler beforehand not to enter, so he freely studies each piece of information on the pieces of paper and grabs a pin and a string to connect each one. While pondering over something, the phone to his right rings. He looks at the name. "Dad."

He picks it up, brings it against his ear and listens in.

"Hey son."

"Hi dad."

"You've met Sky, right?"

"Yeah. He's really strong."

"Haha. He is, isn't he? Don't worry about him; we made sure he signed in and the surveillance should be on him 24/7. As you know, he is an old friend. He wouldn't do anything to you."

Bennett furrows his brows. "What if he is.."

Bennett's father interrupts. "We've fully identified him and he's in no way an imposter.. Anyway, how are you? How are you doing?" He emphasizes the 'you'.

"I'm really doing fine. I think our house is just borderlining on being considered safe. I've finished school work for the summer and I think this summer will be going fairly well. It will definitely be enjoyable. How are you and mom doing over there in Washington?" Bennett asks casually.

"We are loving it. The only negative I could find is: we'll only be here for one week." His father frowns and speaks with a sad tone.

Bennett smiles and chuckles. "So you guys are definitely having fun aren't you?"

His father chuckles as well. "Ah yes we really are. Oh something came up! Talk to you later, son!"

"Bye." Bennett ends the call and looks up at the ceiling and lets his thoughts wander. 'I rarely ever talk to dad and even when I do he isn't ever that happy. I really hope they have an immensely great time.' He smiles and calls his siblings to similarly check up on them.

A little later, after he finishes his last call, Bennett clears his throat. "Alright. Let's do this." He turns his attention onto the plastered paper on his wall.

…

While he groans, Bennett is seen slowly opening his eyes and fighting his drowsiness. He eventually gets off the water bed. "Ah, sitting on this bed while doing work was a bad idea." He ridicules himself while getting off his bed to do his daily morning routines.

Brush brush. Wash wash. Piss piss. Stretch stretch.

The butler knocks on the door just as Bennett was going to open it and they meet face to face.

"Hey Carlton! How are you?" Bennett curls the corner of his lips slightly upwards.

'Oh! A pleasant surprise to see the young master in such a great mood.' The butler sends a small smile back. He bows slightly. "I'm doing great, Young Master Bennett. Thank you for asking." The butler reaches for his breast pocket and pulls out a bar, an energy bar. He hands it to Bennett and Bennett nods, walking behind the butler to the dining room for breakfast. On the way there Bennett chews on the energy bar leisurely.

He then suddenly realizes something. Why is he being so leisurely, while there's the possibility he or someone he knows can be thrown into danger?

He picks up his pace and sits at his seat on the table and picks up the respective utensils and sends a call to his father. His father picks up.

"Dad, how's the situation over there. Are the bodyguards doing the proper rotation? Did anything unusual happen? Are you sure that those guards are the proper guards?"

"We are fine love. Don't worry, ok?" The mother answers the phone instead.

Bennett's voice gets a little akward. "O-ok. Alright. Bye."

"Bye."

Bennett breathes a sigh of relief, still tensed up slightly. He consumes the food rather quickly and he does another round of inspection in the house and catches a problem with a window.

After ordering a fix of the window, he goes to the gym to do some cardio while he thinks of rather negative things. He thinks of things regarding pain, suffering, struggle, death, and killing. As his thoughts wander, he starts getting a feeling of need to inflict these feelings on a certain person.

He subconsciously sets a goal that he desperately will attempt to achieve. He starts getting much more vigorous in his exercise to vent these feelings somewhere. At one point, similar feelings start seeping out of his expressions.

Then suddenly in front of him, a translucent screen appears.

It spells out with each sentence filling the whole screen:

[You have a strong sense of obligation]

[You desire strength]

[You desire a certain achievement]

[To help you accomplish this, The System will lend you help]