The Sketch Survivors: The Enemy Among Us

Water World

Blasphemy was on the top of Soal's priority list when, all of a sudden, a spherical orb broke out from the shallow water ahead of them through which they were wading towards the green and blue cloud. To be more specific: Audible was a noise of commotion, so Soal, being the Commander, turned around to warn the Legion. Before them, a natural trapdoor of sorts unfurled itself in the ground, releasing a shining blue-and-green (of course) pearl, levitating independently of gravity and hovering into the air high above Soal's head, to the point that it was probably a thousand feet above them.

"Guys-" Marsh spoke, and, all of a sudden, the ever-witty Emma burst in excitement.

"He talks! Ha ha ha!" she lost herself in a world of self-imposed laughter. Thronost and Soal especially just stared at her condescendingly with their hands on their hips.

"Emma... Emma!" Marsh joined in, almost stirring a response from his assailant. But that all dropped dead as the water appeared to dim, spurring everyone- even Heather and Bridget- to gape agog at the sky. "It's the sky! Look!!"

"What sky?" was all she could say in return.

The dimming of the water was a passing shadow, a shadow of something so large, so immense, that its size nearly dumbfounded the limits of the legionnaires' comprehension. Soal opened his mouth to say something (likely "run!") but it was of no use. Paralyzed with nightmarish trepidation, no one would follow any order, no matter its ferocity.

For a ten-thousand-foot-steep wave was approaching. No, not a ten-thousand-foot-wave- multiple ten-thousand-foot waves, all leaning inwards around the Legion to form a mammoth cone shape whose top point was, in fact, the orb from earlier, which had halted earlier somewhere on the boundary between Goraxk, and everything else in this illogical universe. (Of course; it was an Insanity Sketch.)

"Okay, people, I have a theory," Soal shakily suggested as the waves closed in. His colleagues just barely attended, worrying about their own theories of destruction. "That ball that just... rose up... was the center of gravitation. Assuming that Goraxk is a planet, and a sphere at that, then that ball must roll around a lot down there inside the core. But now it's been released, and because it's flying away into space, everything on Goraxk is being attracted towards that center like a magnet. All of the water on the planet is being lured to us. Pretty soon, we'll be sucked into the vacuum of space too."

"Excellent!" Irene gritted her teeth. "We need that Center of Gravitation! That's it! Everyone, just let the waves take you in! We need to swim up there!"

"Are you crazy, Irene?!" Soal ridiculed, but her thought was the only possible option they had against this monster. "Oh, well... just follow her advice. Try to get to the top of the cone! We can use the water for our own benefit!"

Just as those words were thrust irrationally from Soal's lips, the sheer wave caught up with them- and being at the very center, it surrounded them on all sides. The force of the blow was like falling onto a patch of cement from a mile in the air. And from how it seemed to be now, a mile into the air (or more) was where the Legion seemed to be headed."Zwghumhop!" Soal had heard that sound travels six times faster in water, but it didn't sound quite like that to him; his calls of "swim up!" could barely be audible. Blindly, he thrashed his arms about, hoping he was ascending.

Ah... a burst of fresh air hit him for a split second as his head poked into a pocket that the water had not yet rose up to fill. Drawing a deep breath of relief, his head was once again soaked with the gushing wave. But- it was rising at Soal's same pace, and he could remain above the water while it carried him upwards, towards the source- the Center. The other legionnaires were out of sight, and close to dazed with anticipation.

"There it is!" he shouted for all to hear. The Center hovered just above him, and he reached out to catch it as the water slowed to a stop, enveloping the orb in a ball of liquid.

"Phfymnally!" Soal's words were once more distorted by the fluid. "Stay calm." He attempted to move the Center, and it was about as heavy as a bowling ball; but it remained nonreactive in Soal's hands. He realized that moving the center around caused all of the water to shift towards and around it in a new planet entirely made of Goraxk's water. Of course, it was anything but that large at this time, but if Soal tossed it out into space, which was probably possible here, Goraxk would have a new moon.

Soal noticed that holding out the Center before him made the entire water-cone move towards it, carrying Soal closer to the Center, and thus making the water move further out, in an endless cycle. Transportation! he recognized, and peering far down at the green and blue cloud well beneath and ahead of them, he thrust the Center in front of him, and with a sudden spurt of delighted laughter, the waves followed him, and he followed the waves.