I Spent 96 Hours At The Bottom Of The Ocean

Chapter 4 - We're going down

All of the submersible's computer screens turned pitch black, and Stockton could see his terrified face reflected on it before the overhead light turned off.
"Is this normal too? Stockton?" Paul shivered in his boots, but the only things he wore was his shirt, pants, and thick socks. Stockton breathed in the cold Atlantic air, holding it in his lungs before exhaling.
"Y-yes," Stockton lied. He wished it were true, but he knew deep down that their lethal doom would soon be here. Everyone was having panic attacks, and Stockton couldn't bear the thought that he was the cause of all of this. Why did they trust him?
"Shhhhhhh!" The silence was quickly interrupted by Nick as he spat his saliva across the small space.
"This is not what I signed up for!!" Nick growled at Stockton.
The room was completely dark. They couldn't see anything or each other. So Stockton got out his emergency flashlight and turned it on to reveal shocked, scared faces surrounding him.
Their eyes landed on Stockton, seeming to stare at him and spoke the words, "we trusted you."
Stockton laughed to himself awkwardly. These people were not convinced of his lie.
Suleman was in the corner, his eyes closed and breathing heavily. Shahzada tried to calm down his son while Hamish and Paul were crying to themselves. The famous YouTuber, Mr. Beast, had his camera out and recorded everything. And lastly, Nikocado Avocado was still trying to clean the mess he created with the last of the toilet paper supplies.
Stockton wanted everything to just stop. Why did he ever think that his submarine was going to survive another expedition. Heck, it wasn't even a real submarine. Stockton couldn't believe the scared individuals were suffering due to his actions, and there was no way they were going to forgive him (cause they gonna die lol).
"Let's clean up this mess first," Stockton announced to the passengers who were supposed to trust him.
Mr. Rush took off his shirt and wiped it on the puddle on the floor. He did this until his shirt was filled and stank like Satan's booty cheeks.
"Stockton. That's disgusting," spoke Hamish. He stared with his mouth ajar, clearly shocked by the view.
"We don't want to all be squished here. Do you?" Stockton replied as he kept wiping and motioned the others to help as well.
Paul took off his shirt and wiped the diarrhea off the floor. Jimmy joined in, then Hamish, then Shahzada. Suleman had fainted and Nick was looking up and down at the shirtless men.
"Who would have knew that Orlin was no match for these hot men," Nick giggled to himself. No wonder Nick cheated so often.
While Nick was fan-girling, most of the crowd was cleaning his mess.
"Come help clean, since you caused this!" Shahzada bickered.
"I bet your shirt will help a lot because you're so fat!" Stockton teased.
Nick scuffed to himself from the mean remarks. He scooted his butt to the center of the vessel and took off his shirt. He wiped off his takis mess until it could no longer be seen.
"It stinks!" Hamish wheezed. The shirts now smelled like the deadly substance.
"Put them at the front with the toilet," Stockton ordered. Everyone followed and threw their shirts into the far corner that nobody wanted to think about after the incident.
"Someone close the toilet lid," Stockton declared. Looked like Nick forgot to close it himself, wouldn't be surprised.
Paul squeezed his way through the shivering men until he crouched in front of the filled toilet. Paul took off one of his socks and used it to close the substance-covered lid, later throwing it onto the pile as well.
"Come back here!" Hamish stated. Paul quickly made his way back before he got patted on the shoulder by his friend.
Now they were freezing and slowly suffocating by the stink. But at least they had more room to move around in. Stockton made sure to pull the cover over, so they weren't reminded of that gross image, and they all huddled together.
"When I get back home. I'm going to sue your whole company," spoke Shahzada. "I'm never going deep underwater exploring again."
Stockton sighed to himself. How could this trip get any worse.
Jimmy lifted up his camera and recorded the shocking experience. If he was gonna die, he wanted the whole world to experience his last moments.
Paul and Hamish were cuddling together and whispered sweet nothings as if they could make it less painful. Nick laid down and propped up his stinky feet right in Stockton's face.
"I'm calling Nancy!" He whispered-yelled to himself, wiggling his little fat ingrown toes.
Suleman had finally regained consciousness and screamed when he noticed that everyone was shirtless.
"I need"— Nick whispered to himself as he gazed at the circular ceiling — "to upload" — he blinked — "my video."
Stockton got really angry. He couldn't believe that the guy who got them into this mess was complaining about his YouTube videos and not fearing for his life.
"I can't believe this!" Stockton snapped. He pointed to Nick with an angry expression plastered on his face.
"You!" He shouted.
Nick took a few seconds to get himself up.
"You got us into this mess!"
"Huh? No I didn't!"
"You did!"
"No!"
"You stank up this whole place and left a big gross puddle for us to clean up. Now we're going down and all you're complaining about is your stupid video!!!"
Nick sucked in his face and used his classic Nick behavior, the fast eye blinking.
"I'm calling corporate!"
"Na, ha!"
"Yes do!"
"You're not!"
"I am!"
"Come here!!"
Stockton leaped onto Nick and pinned him down. He slapped the fat man across the face a few times before he started to punch him.
Everyone was looking now. And they shared a couple side glances with each other.
"Get— off— maaaahhh!!" Nick batted at Stockton, but his large body made it almost impossible to hit him hard enough.
"This is your fault!" Stockton fumed as he kept hitting and hitting, all the humanity left within him vanished.
"That's my line!" Nick raised his arms to cover his face, defending him from the rage-filled blows.
"Calm down! Calm down!" Jimmy yelled from the sidelines. The last thing he wanted to see was a dead body hanging out with them, and maybe the smell of blood and diarrhea as well.
Stockton leaned away from Nick and brushed off his pants. That was gonna look bad for the public. But Jimmy was sure he was recording everything.
"Now get off each other and apologize."
Stockton rolled his eyes when he heard Jimmy suggest that idea, but he obliged.
"I'm sorry, Nick." Stockton held out his hand.
Nick blinked a few times before grabbing it and shaking, "guess I'm sorry too."
Everyone else on the submersible cheered from the make-up. Now that was one less thing to worry about.
Nick made himself comfortable again on the floor, which ticked Stockton off because he was using up so much space. So much for cleaning up that diarrhea mess.
Nick then let out a long sigh before closing his eyes and letting the moment sink in. Paul and Hamish crawled to Nick's side and laid their heads on Nick's stomach. It felt like a giant squishy pillow.
Everyone soon surrounded Nick and laid down on him, causing the sub to heat up with their bodies.
The moment was pleasant, even if it wasn't for that long.
All of a sudden the sub tilted downward, causing everyone to pile onto each other and break the cover leading to the unusable restroom. Then came the cracking of the walls.
They screamed a loud, pitiful, scream.