Mixels: A Mixful Journey Series 2

Waterlogged

Swetzer enters a spa, ready for a Stitchlie-style relaxation. "Hello Swetzer!," Crocsu says cheerfully, "I hope you enjoy your stay! That'll be one muck!" Swetzer puts two crumpled mucks on the desk, lumbering in with one thought on their mind. Man... Mixel Land economy makes no sense.

Swetzer stops thinking about it, still reminiscing on the wasted 10 mucks at the Infernite spa that almost burnt her alive. "That was a mucking nightmare," she mumbles. Muck was the first word he learned cuz it's funny.

Nonetheless, Swetzer relaxes into the laundry detergent-filled water as they try to calm down, thinking of happy thoughts. Skarvs can't bother me... I totally left the oven off at home... on a literal moon... actually... did I? Shhshh... Skarvs isn't here-

"Hi Swetzer," says a soft and yet piercing voice. Swetzer turned to his right, horrified to smell Skarvs also chilling. Actually... this whole PLACE smelled like Skarvs. Maybe that's where his strawmango scent comes from, thought Swetzer. Skarvs inches closer, pulling out a cubit. Swetzer dips underwater and searches for a hidden place to get away.

However, Swetzer realizes quickly that he has no idea how to swim, flailing about due to not having even seen a swimmable body of water before. With the bubbling, Skarvs realizes what's happening, as Swetzer's body freezes up in fear, is this it? I just... wanted to relax...

S...w....e...t...z...e...r!, a distant voice rings out through the water as Swetzer, with waterlogged earholes and nostrils, drifts towards the deep end of the spa. Swetzer half-questions why there's even a DEEP END at a SPA. S w e t z e r!!, the voice repeats, a gray cloth drifting towards Swetzer, who barely senses it. "SWETZER! GRAB MY HAND!!!," the voice, belonging to Skarvs, was now clear as ever, being the very first time it's ever... shouted. Not in anger. Not in disgust. But... panic? Worry?

Swetzer grabs his hand, but contemplates how shouting could be anything BUT purely negative. "Are you ok!?," Skarvs says, squeezing Swetzer's whole body to wring it out... and also for a hug as his streaming tears dry up. Swetzer finds himself simply crying as well. Time seems to slow to a crawl as she yells Skarvs' name... barely even hearing himself. Skarvs remains somewhat calm, helping Swetzer calm down too.

Swetzer later explained how certain Clothians can get waterlogged, making them subjected to the pressure because of their hollowness.

The End