Preview of Submerged for a Stash
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Summary: In an AU of Tyria, reminiscent of our own 1990s, two charr quest to find a hidden stash in a swamp. However, their overeager approach lands the pair in a sinking trouble, with the only fellows likely to hear them not necessarily having their best intent on the mind.
Rating: Mature. Devil's Lettuce references!!! Two charr sinking in thick gooey muck and rope-based kidnapping before the end. Bad Ending.
Word Count (Full Version): 2774
“I don’t think this is mud.” They murmured in concern, having to really tug just to get their legs to move around. “I’m not stuck but-”
“Yeah…” Severa finished the thought in her own head, they’d both waded far out from the ground they knew was safe. “Nngh, come on, I’m stronger than some dirt!” She growled, half to encourage herself and manifest that, half to try and put Varius at ease. The subsequent squeak she let out didn’t help as the doughy mud passed the line of her belt and the cold wetness struck through the t-shirt she wore. “Gah!” A double pronged attack as in the flinch she managed to dislodge a sandal with the mud squishing fully around her soft toed paw.
Varius was trying to wade back to the shore, but in the act of turning their legs had been mired up to the knees, too, making each step taxing. Their long walk to get to the site hadn’t helped matters, either tiring them even before this misstep.
“Nggh! I’m really stuck here.” Severa said in defeated concern. The thickness squelched as she barely managed to pull her mud drenched forearm out from where she’d attempted to help one leg rise. The thick cling of mess didn’t let go either, hiding her wrist and hand, slowly dripping viscous lumps down.
“Try to spread your weight, if you can hold on until I get to the bank...” Varius said, wincing and hesitating as the greedy mud sucked at one of their sandals, harder than they could move the foot forward while still gripping on. The thick splash of mud rolled down their sole, with the hesitation building inertia and making it even harder to push forward again.
“Maybe we should yell.” Severa said, not wanting to show a lack of confidence but getting increasingly concerned as she did her best to shift her centre of gravity. Still for all her effort it was to seemingly no useful effect, the mud still sucked and slurped loud and greedily with each inch it pulled her.
“Are you kidding? How do we explain what we’re doing here?” Varius replied with more incredulity in their voice than they really felt. “What if we’re heard by… I dunno.”
“What, police? Come on, no one's out here except hikers or maybe your dealer.” She replied.
I’m more worried about his other customers… Varius thought but said nothing, they were also feeling the discomfort of the mud pressing above the waist. Worse still in their attempts to keep going Varius had lost the other sandal, mud encasing their legs with a sticky grip that didn’t want to part with them. They were lost in their own thoughts for a moment not hearing anything Severa was still saying before, with a scary shock, they realised they couldn’t get the momentum to move forward. The bank was now tantalisingly close but still out of reach.