====== ASSESS SURROUNDINGS
You look around. It's dark. So fucking dark. How many times must you think this. Every second you've spent down in the hell pit in the meteor has been spent in the dark. You would think it would be obvious that everywhere you went was gonna be spent, in the dark. Or slightly dim in the dying light of fiery sweets, but there is no way that could possibly happen aga-
====== TAKE PIECE OF CANDY
What candy? You already dumped that shitty licorice on the ground? But, almost to coincidentally, you turn to left and see a room illuminated by ceiling lights, and thankfully, not burning candy. But what candy is there to take?
Continuing further down the hall and then subsequently into the room, you crane your neck upwards, eyes sore from strain of the darkness, and focus on the light and (not) to your surprise, again, realize that the light is not electrically induced, but rather the living, pulsating light of a fire. Fire on the ceiling? No. Just presented in a familiar crucible suspended by chains in the ceiling, fueled by what seemed to be...
...
====== TAKE A PIECE OF CANDY
You can't even reach the candy at your height, let alone the fact that you don't fucking want to take a piece.
Getting over the designers horrible taste in home lighting equipment, your eyes scan the room; The walls appear to be covered in a plethora of bit a bobs with bells and whistles and dials and thimbles and buttons and... well, you get the idea. Accompanying virtually every gizmo on the shelves is a bag of candy, all in some way or form attached or connected to each device.
Reaching a hand to one of the contraptions, you gingerly pick it up, hoping it won't do... something? You honestly don't know what it would do, there seems to be no form of movement on the device other than you holding it in your hand. It appears to be a large marble, roughly the size of your fist, complete with an extra shiny surface on one side and, of course, a small bag of small, dog shaped, black candy that was taped to it almost an almost half-assed manner. The tape's edges were slightly peeled, almost as if someone had taken it of for the sake of the candy, but put it back on, like it wasn't ready yet. Why you think this, you don't know. The words "LICORICE SCOTTY DOGS" label the package.
====== TAKE A PIECE OF CANDY
You think you've had just enough fucking candy for one day. Maybe even the rest of your life.
====== LOOK OUT
What?
"Hey, watcha got there Karkat?", You hear Terezi say as she knocks the orb out of your hand. It falls ever so gently, gracefully descending to the floor in a slightly curved path from the abrasive blow, only to smash into the clawed hand of the, now properly labeled, assailant, stopping abruptly on its course to the ground below.
"I'D TELL YOU WHAT I THINK IT IS BUT NOW YOU HAVE IT, SO HOW ABOUT YOU TELL ME", you respond harshly
"I don't know, check the label"
====== CHECK LABEL
You suddenly feel like you're constantly being told what to do, even though it's usually what you intend to do anyways.
====== CHECK LABEL
====== PLEASE
Feeling as though a pressure on your back has eased, you obediently check the label on the shelf. See, how hard was that? "MAGIC CUE BALL", you read aloud, "WHAT, IS LIKE SOME KIND OF DOWNGRADED MAGIC 8 BALL? HOW FUCKING ORIGINAL."
"Well, are you gonna shake it or not?"
"OF COURSE I'M GOING TO SHAKE IT, TEREZI. WHAT ELSE WOULD I FUCKING DO?"
====== SHAKE MAGIC CUE BALL
You vigorously shake the ball in your hands. However, you realize that the entire ball is completely white, leaving no space for you to even see an answer. Well, that and you didn't even ask it a question, but that is no excuse for the cue ball to not give an answer. Though the orb almost seemed to have glowed, but if it had, it was very dim and only glowed for a second.
"IT DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING"
"Of course it didn't you idiot, you never asked it a question."
"IT DOESN'T MATTER. THESE THINGS ARE FUCKING USELESS ANYWAY. ESPECIALLY NOW THAT IT DOESN'T EVEN GIVE ANSWERS." You attempt to throw the ball to the ground, but you're stopped short by Terezi.
"No, don't."
"WHY? IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S GONNA FUCKING DO ANYTHING."
"I know, it's just...", she pauses, "Please don't smash it, I'm pretty sure some bad happenings are going to get happened if you do that. More time line bullshit."
"FINE, WHATEVER. I'LL JUST GENTLY SET IT DOWN ON THIS PEDESTAL", you say as you gently set it down on the pillar next to you. Wait. That's not a pillar.
-as Karkat gently sets it down on the sendificator, a coordinate screen shows up on the monitor above, showing the Expatri8, and the cue ball is sent back to those exact coordinates.-
"Oh, so that explains where that came from."
"WHAT THE GRUB-FUCKING SHIT JUST HAPPENED?! AND WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN?"
"Oh nothing, just knowing that once again, fuck ups in the future still seem to change the past."
You think to yell again but you hear a roar, no, more like the crashing of a wave.
====== HOLD BREATH
You barely have time to move before a flood of water bursts through the door, knocking you down and filling the room, more water constantly flowing and rising. It's very discolored and you really hope it isn't sewage.
Now you know exactly what the first switch did, and now you have a deeper appreciation for the rust holding back the valve. Your appreciation dwindles as you realize the rust had still given way to the massive pressure of the plumbing and although it was inevitable, you still feel betrayed, resenting the rust for failing.