You're discovered before you can look around

"Oh God," you murmer, the words coming out funny from your bruised lips and sore mouth.

Leaning against the door you stare at the ceiling, willing it to have been a dream. It had been a fluffy little fantasy that suddenly grew fangs and talons.

When you take a deep breath the illusion shatters, and you know it was real. Tears leak from your eyes, down cheeks that you know to be filthy. They're not the only liquids leaking from you, but they're the only ones that were made by either you or the bum. The rest.... you shudder to think of where the filthy leaking from your nether holes came from.

Someone cleared their throat then, making you leap in the air, scream, and assume a fighting stance. Or attempt to. It all jumbles together and you wind up in a heap on the floor, staring up at some skinny old guy covered in tattoos, piercings, and hair sprouting from too many places.

He looks down at you and your tangled limbs in an assessing way, and you get the feeling he's not seeing a human being.

"You've been in my dumpster," he says.

The two of you look at each other, you staring, him assessing in a clinical way. Hesitantly you nod. When that doesn't make him say anything more you decide he needs more.

"Yeth," you say, tongue feeling swollen, like the goo that had coated it was an allergenic you were reacting to.

"Bums aren't allowed in the dumpster. I told the other, now I'm telling you."

"I'm not a...."

"I said, 'you go in the dumpster I call the cops'. You went in the dumpster so now I'm calling the cops."

Cops? You're not sure if that'd be a good or bad thing. They'd be bound to get you clean, maybe even give you a ride home. On the other hand they might not believe you and keep you locked up. Worse, they might even call your parents. Wouldn't that be great, to have your parents come home early to find you stinking like a clogged toilet in jail.

And even if the police did believe you, do you really want anyone else to see you like this?

Maybe you could persuade the old guy to let you wash up, give you some clothes.