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Yellow say crouched in th ground underneath a large leaf, a common misconception here would be that they were looking at bugs.
They aren’t, they’ve gotten too old for that, they’d never look at bugs to entertain themself unless a child coaxed them to do because they wanted to look.
Yellow was crouched on the ground taking shelter from the droplets while inspecting a field.
It was supposed to be a field, they could see the grass, but the path forward was drowned in water.
It was of lower elevation then the rest of the ground so Yellow thinks most of the water is filtering to this area where they want to pass through.
Why do they want to pass here? Because they don’t want to backtrack on foot.
Give them a break, it’s a pain.
That does bring them back to their current predicament though, if they’d run through the field it’d come up to their knees and they’re not forgetful enough to not remember being told that water is bad the day before.
They turn to Blue who had been completely and utterly unhelpful for the entire duration of them trying to find a solution to their dilemma.
“Do ya hav’ a long stick?”
“Excuse you?”
Blue opened an eye to squint at Yellow.
Yellow squinted back a little.
“A long stick. Preferably longer then a meter. Lotta big plants around here, gotta be sumthin’.”
“Oh. Why would you perceive me to have a stick like that?”
Blue still had the grace in their tone, but it was distant, as if they were only really here because it was the least boring thing around.
“‘Cause it would’v been convenient.”
Yellow turned back to the water, accepting Blue was going to be useless.
They stood up properly, dusting off their trousers then checked their pockets.
Mostly empty, they lost all of their stuff, they have the empty cup Flowey gave them, a few flower petals of various colors and that was it.
They checked their holster, still empty, it was an uncomfortable sensation. They miss their gun.
How are they able to be gun-hat without their gun? The joke is ruined.
It isn’t all bad, instead of a gun they have a lasso, they don’t know how effective this will be.
The sheriff gave them a few lessons, but it’s not like they could swing from one side to the other.
They’re stupid, not brainless, they can tell when something has no hope of working.
Yellow paced back and fourth, how where they ever going to get anywhere at this rate?
Not like they could really ask anyone.
They idly pulled at their gloves a few times, with everything at their disposal this didn’t seem like a puzzle they could solve by pressing a few switches or reaching the top of a cliff.
There were leaves high up hanging off the ceiling, they were holding most of the water that was dripping down so using their lasso on them is basically inviting a flood.
How about the more fragile leaves, the smaller ones?
Maybe if they hit them down with rocks they’ll float.
It feels mean bullying the flora while they’re also part of the flora, but it’s a survival of the fittest world and Yellow wanted to get places.
They searched the ground for decently sized rocks that looked throwable and pocketed them.
Time to spring into action like a true cowboy.
Yellow rushed past Blue and climbed the shelter they’d been under to get a better aim, standing dangerously close to the edge to be as close to possible.
It’s not a gun, but aim is aim.
Probably.
Yellow rolled a rock around in their hand before throwing it full force, the stem of the smaller leaf cracked.
They aimed again, hitting the leaf off this time.
It fluttered down and splashed in the water, floating.
The progress gave Yellow a surge of confidence, making them aim for the next leaf and missing the mark.
Humbled. Immediately.
The next few throws were done with much more care and brought then a good amount of leaves, not an entire path, but they could work with this and… they neither had enough rocks or energy to continue the longer they stood there getting drenched.
Yellow slid back down, trying to shake some of the water off- out(??) of their body.
It barely did anything.
Ew they felt a bit sluggish.
“Congrats on you great achievement.”
Blue gave a slow applause.
“You’ve hit leaves with rocks. Surely no one else could’ve done this in the way you did.”
Yellow didn’t spare Blue a glance, it wasn’t worth it.
They took a few steps back before charging forward, jumping to the first leaf.
It didn’t sink. Luckily.
They jumped to the next and then the next, hopping from one to the other like a frog.
. . .
Like a cowboy themed frog.
When they got to the last, there wasn’t enough room to jump across safely, so instead they used their lasso to snag onto a rock before pulling.
Yellow imagined victory music playing when they successfully got to the other side, it was a whole lot drying here, it made yellow let out a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile Blue passed the watery blockage by walking over a self-made path of clouds.
Lovely.
They could do that the entire time.
And they didn’t even comment on it.
Yellow didn’t comment on it, it’s not worth getting annoyed over anymore.
The ‘duo’ headed forward, the grass turned into stone and the flora gradually became a distant dream when they walked further.
They walked (ran) through a waterfall and found themself in a maze of stone and echoing blooms.
Yellow felt like they’ve seen this place before, many times even, but they can’t place their finger on why, so they decide to write it off as something they heard about in passing or saw pictures of.
“Charming.”
Yellow poked one of the cyan flowers, it repeated their phrase back to them.
“You say that as if you haven’t been here before.”
Blue watched with mild amusement when Yellow jumped a little.
“Skipped it.”
Yellow walked away from the flower, not wanting to trigger anything else.
“Skipped it? Didn’t know that was possible, do you perhaps have a knack for going the incorrect way?”
Blue chuckled lightly.
“Ain’t no wrong way.”
Yellow walked up to the river closest, looking left and right.
Maybe it was familiar because this was the river they went down to get to the dunes.
“It’s wrong if it’s a dead end.”
Blue’s comment fell on deaf ears.
Would the effects of water be nullified if they drop into the sandy area and dry off?
The vision of Yellow’s body crashing against the sharp rocks and turning into very dead mush plagued their mind.
Maybe not the best idea, they need a sacrifice for the ledge.
They turn to blue before looking at the ledge again.
They’re going to need a non-person to sacrifice to the ledge. A boat. Even if it’s tempting.
The best they can do for now is just follow the path in the hopes of finding a usable vessel they can ‘borrow’.
Blue continued to follow them, not unlike a pest, a very annoying pest who only makes sound when you see it so you just gotta ignore the existence of it.
Yellow looked back at blue for a second, seeing their faux peaceful expression before looking ahead again.
Even if it’s annoying, ignore it, or it gets more annoying.
Yellow diverts all their attention to listening to the water, there is no silence because there is something rushing by.
The world is moving and they are moving in it because they can hear themself walking and if they’re walking they have legs and if they have legs they have a body and they can be free.
They are in a way, free, once more.
Not in some dingy jar or lab or wherever else.
They wonder what’s happened to their soul, is it currently in them? Of course not, are they connected to it? In that case how?
Their chest suddenly feels very empt-
“Uuuuuehehehe!”
Aqua rounded a corner in front of Yellow with devastating speed and rammed into their chest head first.
“Oooo Yellow! Hi yellow!”
Yellow repressed a chuckle, what an energetic kid.
“How’dy Aqua, ya having fun?”
They noted how Aqua was carrying a helmet.
“Yes yes yes!”
Aqua bounced around on the spot.
“Uuu do you want to join? Play a game with me, play my game with me!”
Blue crossed their arms.
“What game are you pla-”
Yellow interrupted Blue.
“‘Course, why not?”
It would be mean to say no to such a lovely kid.
“Uehe! Yippee! Yay!”
Aqua jumped onto Yellow’s head, yellow was suddenly surrounded by numerous knives.
“Let’s play hostage!”
Oh, Clover didn’t know this was a game more popular with kids, wonder why so many adults also play it.
“Aqua, dear.”
Blue folded their hands together.
“‘Hostage’ is not a ga—”
“NGAAAAAHH!!!”
An armored woman rounded the corner, she was missing her helmet which revealed her fishy head.
“STOP RIGHT THERE YOU PUNK! YOU CANT KEEP STEALING MY-”
She froze mid attempt to throw her spear.
Aqua kept jumping on Yellow’s head as knives revolved around them. Kind of like how the moon revolves around their world, but way faster.
“Hostage hostage hostage uuuuu!”
The armored lady squinted at Aqua before straying to throw spears anyways.
Aqua jumped away leaving Yellow to duck and graze their arm with one of the knives.
Oops.
It was slightly jarring to see no blood come out of the cut.
Aqua jumped around them, eliciting the fish to throw more spears in Yellow and Blue’s direction.
Though Blue didn’t seem to have much of a problem turning the volley of spears into an opportunity to practice an elegant dance routine.
Meanwhile Yellow was fighting for their life trying not to get stabbed in two entirely different ways.
Picking up a knife by the tilt and throwing it against spears worked, but more knives appeared.
Despite this small hiccup, Yellow kept their face as neutral as possible while dodging.
This was like when they thought the sheriff's, getting things hurled at you while in a confined space.
They could do this, they have mild practice, even if the space is much smaller.
Yellow grabbed a spear with their lasso and used it to block a few of the incoming ones.
Aqua gave a small applause.
“Uuu! Tricks tricks!”
They bounced in Yellow’s head and waved the fish’s helmet in her direction.
“Hey! More, more, throw some more! Make them do more tricks! Let’s play a little!”
Oh boy! Yellow hopes there’s a hospital somewhere nearby.