Speechless | Wilbur & Niki Angst

Waves

TW: Drowning, swearing, panic attack

A/N: This one's for you moonwing321!

 Guards poured into Niki's room, "What's going on." she demanded She got no answer, of course. Throwing her off the bed, they wheeled it out of the room, leaving her alone once more. A sudden roaring sound filled her ears. Her face paled as she turned. Water was gushing through a vent at the top of one of the walls.

It was going fast, the floor was already covered in about four centimeters of water (two inches). Niki's heart sped up, her breath came out ragged and uneven. Not again. Please not again. There was no one to help her this time. No one to save her.

The water was up to her knees now. There was nowhere to go. Her clothes were soaked, the cold liquid making the fabric stick to her skin. Shivering, the cat hybrid began to tread water. Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic, Don't panic. Her mind chanted.

She panicked. Thrashing, she tried in vain to keep the air in her lungs. The water had reached the ceiling. It was encasing her, trapping her. The darkness was suffocating, she was tired. Her lungs were burning.

Stay awake. Didn't she read somewhere that humans can survive for three minutes without oxygen? Stay awake. The edges of her vision were turning black, the room was blurry. Stay awake. Niki was floating, her mind was there, but it wasn't. Stay awake. She could see herself, but how? She was Niki. Stay awake. Her movements didn't really make sense to her, she should be propelling herself to the surface, but something was holding her down. Stay awake. She supposed it didn't matter either way, as the room was completely full. Stay awake. Which way is up? Stay awake. Everything was moving in slow motion, or maybe it was just her. Stay awake. Niki's eyes drifted shut, and she slowly sunk to the bottom, her silent cries for help left unanswered.

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Tommy was bored, to put it lightly. He was stuck in an empty room, alone. He wasn't even allowed to fucking talk! How was that fair? Groaning, he put his head in his hands. When Phil is done with you, you'll regret being born you fuckers.

"Tommy?" the blond turned.

"Tech- FUCK!" Clutching his wrist, he raised his fist at the camera.

"Tommy are you okay?" The pig hybrid's voice, normally monotone, was laced with genuine concern, taking the boy by surprise. Tommy shrugged, not like he could say anything anyway.

"What happened?" The chicken hybrid gave the pinket a pointed look. "Oh." Tommy made a few vague gestures, and Techno seemed to get the gist. "I- I helped them," the teenager admitted, "but it was for you, Tommy, for you." he added quickly.

The pig looked at the boy guiltily, as if the chicken would be mad. Smiling sadly, Tommy leapt at the pinket, wrapping him in the biggest hug he could, even using his wings to encase him as much as possible.

All of a sudden, guards poured into the room. They pried the brothers apart, much to their dismay. They took Techno away, only leaving Tommy with the ghost imprint of the contact. Biting his lip, Tommy fought the tears that threatened to fall down his cheeks. Not in front of the cameras. It didn't work.

TADA!!! As always, have a wonderful day/night, and if you don't, feel free to complain to me, I will gladly listen to your rants. I won't really be able to do much, but I'm here if you need me.