Illustration for fanfic: ficbook.net/readfic/12873310

“There is no Wi-Fi…” the musician whispered hoarsely, squinting from the light of the screen. Despite the lack of Internet, the phone could still help to look around. It did not give much light, but still the Stuart managed to see that both the floor and the walls around him looked like raw meat in color, as if... as if he was in... Suddenly, 2D's hands trembled, breathing became loud and frequent, and the heart it seemed to jump right up to his throat. The terrified guy dropped the phone, fell on his side and sobbed loudly, burying his face in his knees. He remembered everything his mind had tried to force out before shutting down: violent jolts, much stronger than the explosions that rocked Plastic Beach; cracks spreading along the wall of the underwater room; a powerful stream of water rushing inside; and, finally, a huge toothy mouth into which this stream carried the unconscious musician.

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