**Say What You Mean Out Loud**

~ T H I R T E E N ~

Tidal Wave

Greyson Elliot stumbled away from the scary opening of the caverns, following her long-lost love.
Something she never thought she'd say.

"How the fuck did we get into all shit?!" She screamed.
They came to an exhaustive stop, staring at each other through the dark.

After a moments breath, Stanley sniffled.
"I dropped my glasses-"

He was cut off by her screams of pain.
Dark crimson streaks tore down her ankle, as long ashy fingernails ripped down.

The monstrous hand grabbed her ankle and dragged her off into a subcavern, with inexplicable speed.
"Grey!!" Stan yelled.

Grey felt as she did underwater, sharp fingernails digging into her and pulling her farther and farther away from safety.

Until finally she was thrust upwards, face hitting a wall.
She groaned with pain and fell backwards, hitting another wall close behind her.

She spun around, walls of on all sides of her.
Grey was closed into a small, 2 by 3 foot space.
She could barely move.

"Stan?" She called out.
She couldn't run.
"Stan!!"

It knew that
How her greatest strength was running.
She didn't even know that.
And now she couldn't move.

And now the small space was slowly filling with water.
Murky green, lake-ish water was pooling at her feet and rising.

Shit.
More memories of the quarry jammed themselves into her place in her head.
"Stan!! Stanley, help!"
She screamed, as the water reached her calves.

A splatter of blood dropped into it.
Her nose was bleeding.

"Fuck, fuck!! STAN!! ANYONE!!"
She tried to struggle, by more arms grabbed her arms harshly.
She couldn't move.

Long claws tore into her skin, leaving long crimson lines down her arms.
All she wanted to do was run away, it was her instinct.

"RICHIE!! BILL!! ANYONE, HELP ME!!"
I'm gonna drown.
I can hold my breath don't get me wrong... but it's going to fucking kill me.

Her arms were burning with pain, and she writhed.
The water was up to her waist, filling faster and faster.
Whispers swept through the small, dusty space.

Grey.
Grey help us.
She was struck with the faint memory of her shower drain.

GREY HELP US!!
She tried to block out the voices, kicking her legs and shaking her arms to get the hands away from her.
She needed to move. She needed to get out.

"STANLEY!!!" She screamed at the top her lungs.

Meanwhile Stan was in his own room of torment.
Faced with nothing but darkness.
An empty void of suspension and waiting.

Waiting for the ball to drop, and something to happen.
Wandering through pitch black space, he was shaking with fear.

Until he came across a mirror.
He froze and stared at himself. He was sweaty and looked weird without his glasses.