I don't trust nobody
If she wasn't already struggling enough the Wilds decided to make things worse because fuck her. While Rigby was regretting helping her. She was definitely regretting ever fucking looking at him. Ever bothering to ask if he was okay. It was because of him she stepped out into the water and put herself in the position to be picked on by the vines. Her head still hurt and there was blood dripping into her eyes from where she hit it on the rock, but now she was blinded by light so bright it felt like staring at the sun.
When her still blurry vision came back to her she realized that the cold sensation from the water was replaced by something else. Something hot, sticky, and so thick she struggled to lift her arms. Panic scorched through her and she looked around with fear wide eyes. She was up to her ribs in tar. Black pitch that clung to her skin and clothes. The edge was about five or six feet away from her, but with her current situation it felt much further. She spotted Rigby already laying on the edge, having easily pulled himself out.
Her chest started heaving, breaths pushing rapidly out of her nose as she tried to move with very little success, her legs and feet feeling heavy as lead as she attempted to take a step forward. "A-are you going to help me?!" The typically soft and smooth nature of her voice ratcheted higher with panic as she looked at his prone form.
When her still blurry vision came back to her she realized that the cold sensation from the water was replaced by something else. Something hot, sticky, and so thick she struggled to lift her arms. Panic scorched through her and she looked around with fear wide eyes. She was up to her ribs in tar. Black pitch that clung to her skin and clothes. The edge was about five or six feet away from her, but with her current situation it felt much further. She spotted Rigby already laying on the edge, having easily pulled himself out.
Her chest started heaving, breaths pushing rapidly out of her nose as she tried to move with very little success, her legs and feet feeling heavy as lead as she attempted to take a step forward. "A-are you going to help me?!" The typically soft and smooth nature of her voice ratcheted higher with panic as she looked at his prone form.
and nobody trusts me
Maeve
