That Sinking Feeling (Closed- Molly)
[closed starter for @graspingstars ] Wait....what? WHAT just happened? His casual strolling after going back to the surface a day ago to head back to the entrances to the waves was cut rudely short, not only at the fact that suddenly, the entire ass submarine AND slide were suddenly gone as if they had never been there to begin with: but also at a sneering voice which he felt certain could probably be heard by those under the waves, too (some kind of telepathy-involved Epithet??) that made him freeze in place, eyes wide in anxiousness for those who were under there still, but also in shocked, fearful realisation - if...if he hadn’t gone back up to the surface to ‘re-stock’ for ‘Molly’s sake’ when he had, he’d still be stuck down there too.. Likely not be able to escape, either, because his dust would prove TOO effective under the water and put to sleep anyone that tried to escape with him had he been down there....h-he....he could have died down there, oh god. It was only going back up that had saved him from the same grim circumstances and likely fate, and he quivered. No truth was worth that, of breaking his promise to stay safe for Mol- oh no. Fear ran through him even further as he realised the possibility was high that she could have gone down there too, could be stuck there and he wouldn’t know at all - he knew he wouldn’t be able to contact her if she was down there, but...but! He had to try, just to see if, perhaps, she hadn’t gone down there in the first place. He’d never been secure in his life, and he knew better to assume, but every bone in his body pleaded that if he had ever done anything good in his life, he wanted her to be safe and well and oh god please don’t tell him she was down there now- [EMERGENCY TEXT FROM USER ‘DOCTOR ASHLING’ molly? mollylymolyly are you there? please tell me you can see this message and you’re not stuck down there too please ] his fingers shook, attributing to his typing being all over the place, but he couldn’t help it.
