@ScarletAndHerSides
“… oh dear…”
“… oh dear…”
The walls started pressing in. Tyson removed his arm from around Lucille. "It's getting too cramped in here…"
Lucille sharply inhaled, it was. “Face the wall?”
"Wh-Why?"
“I dunno, it seemed more logical in my head.” Lucille sighed.
"Oh…" He stumbled a little.
Dexter turned as best he could bending over. "Now would be the smart time to start crawling."
“Crawl.. what about Tyson?”
Tyson shook his head. "I'll be fine."
“You sure?”
"Yeah." Tyson was not sure. He bent down as best he could and cringed. This would probably wreck him for good.
Lucille sighed and bent down.
The moment Tyson's knees touched the ground, he knew this was going to hurt. He breathed deep. "I can do this…..I can do this…." I didn't help he was claustrophobic.
“Are you okay?”
"Yes." He snapped. He took a deep breath. "I'm fine."
“Okay…”
A muffled cry came from ahead. "Hey we've reached the end!"
“rEALLY?YES.”
Tyson smiled a little.
Dexter squeezed through. "Careful! It's a tight fit!"
“Oh grate.”
Dexter turned. "Would you like a hand fair lady?"
“N-no, I’m fine.” Lucille said, she squeezed through, “Oh wow that is a tight fit.”
Tyson paused. Tight space. All alone. His legs hurt really bad.
“Tyson, ya need some hailp?”
"Uh…..maybe I don't know…." He stuttered.
“I think you do.”
"Okay fine." The darkness was starting to get to him. "Please….please hurry…."
“Right.”
(How does one… help in this situation?)
(Stick her head back through the opening. Grab his hands and pull.)
(Ohhh. :O)
Lucille stuck head back in the opening grabbed his hands and pulled.
(Whelp. ._.)
(lol)
Tyson grunted as she pulled him through. His leg hit a rock at the last moment. "Thanks…" He said, grimacing.
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