Portentous
(por-TEN-𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘴)
Adjective,
1. Of or being like a portent, of momentous significance. A warning, being ominous and foreboding. Usually relating to a calamity or of apocalyptic nature. Used in foreshadowing.
2. Done in a pompously or ove...
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TW/CW: Drowning (you definitely couldn't have guessed that from the gif), explicit language, threats, panic attacks, alcohol usage and drunkenness
Song: No One Knows by Queens of the Stone Age
Drowning
I was drowning. That's all I could tell. Infinite dark blue water surrounded me at all sides, enveloping me in its cold abyss. Down and down I sank into the depths. There wasn't anything I could do to stop it, so I gave in to the feeling of my lungs burning and my vision becoming scattered with black dots. Just as my final remnants of air ran out and consciousness began slipping, I felt myself being raised back up through the deep.
Sunlight. I could finally see an escape from this watery coffin. With my last bit of strength, I reached a hand out above me.
I opened my eyes to the stone roof of my room. Of course, I wasn't really drowning. It was just a nightmare. This was a new one for me though. Most of the time, my nightmares involved the death of other people or fire and destruction. Never had my dreams contained water before...
It had been around a week since Quackity had joined our cabal, and in that time we'd come up with three distinct plans. There was plan A (or plan Ass as the immature boys preferred to call it), which was to somehow convince Schlatt to meet with Quackity at a specific place and time and then manipulate him into giving up his title. It was a pretty stupid plan in my opinion. If there's something Jschlatt isn't, it's an idiot. Plan 1 (I know, stupid labelling system) seemed much more plausible and up my alley. Make a deathtrap for Schlatt that he can never escape. It was only a backup plan, but it was the one I believed would work. Wilbur and I firmly stated that if the first two plans failed, then we'd resort to using the TNT. Plan B - or plan bomb. Tommy and Quackity obviously didn't want to give in to the possibility of that happening, but they eventually acceded with a bit of reluctance.
During the week, we held a birthday party for Niki - which I sat out on due to an unexpected stomach bug. I'd heard from Wilbur afterwards that in a fit of rage, he went to press the button (mind you, against our original plan to do it together) and was calmed down by Quackity who agreed to commence plan Ass by setting up a meeting with Jschlatt on the 6th of November.
"So we're just going to make him sign this then?"
"Yup! He'll probably be so drunk he won't even be able to read the part about handing power over to me," I rolled my eyes at Quackity's firm belief in his plan and tapped a finger idly on the wooden desk. Currently, Tommy, Quackity and I were holed up inside Ninja's abandoned house across from Tommy's residence, finishing up the final details of plan Ass. Quackity had written a 100-page document (mostly blank pages) disguised as a proposition for the Manberg Hotel building plans. In reality, the final page of the book contained a clause that stated that when Schlatt signed the document, all leadership of Manberg would be given to Quackity and Quackity alone.
