You are going to drown. Plain as it can be. You wish that you were on a plane far above any water source what so ever so that you wouldn't have to deal with any of this bullshit. A plane so fucking high that you're going to have to sit it down and give it a stern talking to about substance abuse, then send it to a rehabilitation center for drug addicts. You'll watch how the plane deals with its problem and learns to let it go, probably chew watermelon flavored gum to calm its urges, and see to it that this plane will someday get its life back together; The plane might find a nice Jet and settle down in a small flat in the country, maybe working at a local super market as a cashier, spending most of his free time at home raising its adopted, four year old helicopter, and it doesn't care if its child has propellers on its top or on its face, the plane's love for its child is unconditional.

====== STOP DROWNING

Wow, sounds easier said than done.

====== ATTEMPT TO STOP DROWNING

Much better, seeing as how attempting is more possible than just, well, stopping.

You quickly come to your senses to realize once again just how big of a pickle you're in right now, but this time you focus on getting out alive. You reach out your arms and try to find your orientation in this water slide of death and brush your hand against a tough, cement wall, realizing that you are now in a tunnel. You continue to flounder around and your natural buoyancy lifts you above the water. As soon as your head breaks free you begin to take breaths again and rub the water from your eyes. The tunnel is once again, you guessed it, dark but you can make out the soft glint of Terezi's crimson glasses below the water and she too rises above the water.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE GOING NOW?!" she sputters out.

"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I KNOW?!"

"IT WAS RHETORICALLLLL-" she then gets sucked back beneath the current and then you sink as well shortly after. As you're pulled under, the rapids suddenly peak and you're whipped back and forth, each time smacking and scraping against the walls of the tunnel. The beatings increase in intensity the further you travel until the current pushes you the hardest it ever has before and you crash head first into the side. Everything goes black. The last sound you hear is a splash and a smack against the hard ground.

= GET UP

When will the suffering end?

Your eyes crack open and the strong glare of incandescent light scorch your retinas. You can't make out just quite where you are, given that your eyes are adjusting to the sudden light after being in darkness for who knows how long. The first thing you notice though is the ground beneath you is slightly damp, but not flooded, meaning that you must have been here long enough for a lot of the water to dry up.

A light pap on your head rouses you from your stupor and you make your way to your feet. You feel energized after the long time you spent unconscious, about the only problem you have right now beside your burning corneas is the splitting pain in your skull from repeated head injuries. The base of your horns are bruised from every jolt you got and your third horn-

Wait. Oh jegus.

= CUP WELT

You wish you hadn't even woken up. Your hands gently prod and stroke the major welt that formed on the top of your head, wiping away some of the blood that oozed from the top. You really have got to stop getting clocked in the head or you're going to end up in a coma.

Your attention is diverted from the pain in your brain to the administer of the pap, the one who lead you down in the lab to begin with, the reason why you despise ever waking up on the horn pile a few... hours ago? You have absolutely no idea how long you been down here. Where ever, "here" is anyway.

"Wake up sleepy head!"

"WHAT IN THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED? OH WAIT, I KNOW. YOU JUST DRAGGED ME DOWN TO THIS SHIT PIT AND BASICALLY RUINED WHAT LITTLE BIT OF SANITY I HAD LEFT. ALL DAY I'VE BEEN KNOCKED AROUND, BEATEN, FALLEN DOWN PLACES, AND I EVEN ALMOST DROWNED. YOU REALLY HAVE QUITE THE NERVE TO BE SO FUCKING SMUG ABOUT THIS."

"Karkat! Why are you treating me like the villain here! I only saved you from drowning! I couldn't have possibly done anything wrong!"

"YEAH SURE, MISS 'HIT KARKAT WITH A FUCKING JET PACK'"

"Oh fiiiiiiiine, I been a bit of an asshole but that's what I'm here for. How else am I gonna keep you on your toes. Besides, don't look at me all sour, I wasn't the one who got us in this mess. Don't think I didn't smell you pull that valve earlier."

"WHAT, DO YOU WANT ME TO APOLOGIZE FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE IN THE DARK? YOU SEE, THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SCENT AND VISION IS THAT ONE REQUIRES SPECTRAL LIGHT TO WORK. MAYBE, AND I'M BEING HYPOTHETICAL HERE, MAYBE IF YOU HADN'T TURNED OFF ALL THE LIGHTS, WE WOULDN'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH FLOODING THE LAB. SPEAKING OF WHICH, THIS ISN'T EVEN THE LAB, WHERE THE FUCK IS THIS PLACE?"

You realize that the ground wasn't as wet because the ground dried up, but because you were laying on a slab of stone, presumably in a large, empty tomb. You look up to see Terezi leaning over you. Her shades are missing.

"That's why I was trying to wake you up. The tunnel we were in led straight to a lab with a sendificator in it and we fell on the platform. My shades flew off and hit the send button, sending us to a were ever we are now."

"WELL WHERE DID IT SEND US"

"I don't know, but before we got sent, I smelt the word, "Earth" on the coordinate screen. Do you have any idea where that could be?