A/N: Yet ANOTHER CWACOM fanfic…

This one is based off of a really badass dream I had last night .3.

[The dream was where I was Flint running away from the FLDSMDFR underwater...]


Chapter 1: Escape! [Flint's POV]

I don't know how long it's been, but I know it's been months. The FLDSMDFR captured me in my sleep, then brought me to an island more run down than Swallow Falls.

I've been practicing escaping, but it caught me one time. What was my punishment? Well. . .

It force-fed me very harshly; ever since then, I've been coughing up blood. I can't speak; or rather, I can, it just hurts so much and I cough up more blood, so I consider myself having no ability to speak. It also tied me up with spaghetti and slammed me to the ground, and when I tried to run away, I got a giant hot dog to the knee. I screamed in agony, and I couldn't move. It made me a bed and put me on it.

Still, after all this happening to me, I wanted to get the hell out of here. I kept practicing my escape plan, but this time I practiced swimming in a water-filled ditch, since I knew that if I wanted to escape, I had to escape into the Atlantic Ocean.

There's a big path with a giant hole in it, and the ditch is at the end of it next to a broken bridge. Since I can't run, I just hop on one leg. After a while I mastered this, but I had to make the jump. Once, I actually missed the jump since my good knee collapsed, and I fell into the hole. The FLDSMDFR took notice, but didn't care until I coughed up more blood. It sternly warned me not to escape again, but I still practice.

Speaking of which, the FLDSMDFR was going to make it rain more food, so I decided to practice, but got startled when I saw my friends and family running to me. They all jumped the hole with ease.

"Flint!" Dad screamed when he saw me. I put my finger to my lips, signalling him to hush. I pulled a lose hot dog out of the pile of food (I call it the Food Wall) and climbed into a space. My friends and family went inside, while I hid in the food. This was something I've also been practicing, but the FLDSMDFR caught up with my plan, since it knows me too well.

Sure enough, it was searching for me. I leveled my breathing and steadied my heartrate with effort until the FLDSMDFR had gone. I stepped out when I was sure it was gone, and so did my friends.

"C'mon, Flint!" Earl exclaimed. "You still have to tell us what's going on!"

I glared at him. I can't tell you anything, I thought hopelessly.

I gestured with my hands what was going on with me. I pointed to my open mouth, then grasped my neck. They all looked at me confused, but Manny seemed to know what I was saying. "You can't speak, right?" He asked.

I nodded, then pointed to my knee. After Manny figured out what I was saying, I picked up the hot dog, pointed to the sky, then moved the hot dog in a harsh way.

"Your invention is force-feeding you?" Manny asked.

"Harshly," I rasped quickly. I then scraped ketchup off of the hot dog and made a fake coughing noise, and held up my hands.

Manny's eyes went wide with terror. "And it causing you to cough up blood?!" He exclaimed. I nodded, and he got dead serious. "We need to take him to a hospital, now."

I hopped with them on one knee, and cleared the hole. I skidded to a halt on the side of the water-filled ditch.

"What do we do!?" Sam asked, glancing at me.

I took a deep breath and plunged myself into the water.