You recently became a proxy. You liked it, although the gore was sometimes too much to handle. Sometimes you ended up gagging due to seeing a bunch of blood.

And you sometimes ended up in the bathroom, sitting beside the toilet. Which is what was happening right now. You were looking down at the toilet, body threatening to release what you had for lunch.

Jeff entered the bathroom since you had left the door slightly ajar. “Oh shit- what the fuck?” He said, staring down at you.