The travel to the retrieved coordinates was silent and tense. They had divided themselves into two groups again, this time Fit and Pac riding with Roier while the rest stayed with Foolish. Tubbo didn't even really want to look at either of the creatures, which made Foolish seemingly more worried. Or upset, Techno wasn't sure. But he definitely wasn't fond of the fact that Tubbo was avoiding him, when usually the teen would chat and move his hands or even try and touch him in an attempt to hug him (even though the massive size difference does not allow it in the slightest). Now he was just... silent. Staring off into the distance.

Not that any of the other humans were acting any different. There was hope, of course, to finally get home after weeks of being stuck. Deep down they were excited to return home, to their families and the life they once knew. Most of them were at least, others would just return to work for the Federation and probably sent out with the next mission again. Not everyone had a good life back home... but it was home. It was safe. Not... stranded on an alien planet.

But they were upset about leaving their new friends behind. They had a rough start, understandably so, but now they had all grown quite fond of the leviathans. Surprisingly, after Tubbo, Pac seemed the next most upset about it. Swimming helped him feel less handicapped and he did make quick friends with both creatures, once he had been brave enough to get close. Roier seemed especially interested in his missing leg and often created little currents to drag Pac along faster with less difficulty.

And they had to admit, while the lack of more comfortable furniture and different food was a bit annoying, they had grown fond of their base too. It will be odd to not sleep together anymore, to be isolated in tiny quarters with maybe a decent roommate if you're lucky. It certainly will be nothing like the little nest corner they made for themselves.

On top of that, they will most likely be separated once they return home. After a quarantine period they will be separated into new missions or be forced to return to their homes for a desk job. And they already knew they all lived in different parts of the world. Tubbo may be the only one who could have finances to move somewhere else or travel to visit them, if his father allows it.

It was... depressing. And something Techno does not want to think about. He just wants to see his family again. All of them know what will happen once they get home. It's not a secret. They'll stay in touch, maybe spend a vacation together, who knows.

They didn't have much of a bag or anything to transport valuables, really. They left everything behind in their base apart from their equipment and weapons, the habitat builder, Techno's jacket and Pac's almost done prosthetic, just in case. They could always hunt for food and dry land will, most likely, allow them to create a fire for cooking meals. Depending on how long it will take for the apparent rescue crew, they could probably use the habitat builder to make themselves a base. There will most likely be some titanium in the surrounding area.

And hopefully other survivors heard the broadcast as well and would be there. The prospect of them and the captain being the only alive members of the crew... so many families that would never see a loved one again... There have to be others. There is no way only six people survived out of such a massive crew.

For now, all they can do is hold on to the two leviathans and see what happens. They'll get answers soon enough, once they are at the rendezvous point.

It was a good sign that neither of the two leviathans seemed to get nervous as they closed in on the coordinates, unlike when they approached the ship. So either they don't know if another leviathan lives here or they are sure that whatever lives around here is no threat. But if they would have known that those big leviathans live near the ship, would they really take the humans there? They must have sensed it before it attacked.

And now? Now they were calm, peacefully communicating with each other as they followed the instructions of 'that way please'. It was still such a weird concept that the humans could give them instructions at all. Why would they ever listen to tiny creatures like them? They obviously aren't baby leviathans, with neither fins nor gills to breathe underwater. So why...

"Almost there. The ground is starting to rise up again." Techno looked over Foolish's shoulder to see that yes, the seafloor was rising again. They were close to the coordinates as well, but so far they couldn't spot anything interesting. Although to be fair, they were given the coordinates of the pod, not the island. Which means they probably should spot it pretty soon. It was only 400m from their current position and they were closing in on it fast.

Pac tried his best to hold on with how fast Roier was going, half clinging to Fit in the process as he tries to see what's in front of them. "Maybe we can see more on the surface? Even with the masks the water doesn't let us see pretty far." That could work, it was a clear day today. No fog over the ocean and no rain. Well, they haven't really seen it rain at all yet. Techno carefully tugged a little harder at Foolish's hair, successfully getting his attention and having him slow down in the process.

Since they were swimming pretty close to the surface already, he simply let go of the leviathan's hair and made his way up. He didn't get very far by himself, as Foolish seemed curious about what he was doing and followed him up, making him cling back to his hair as the creature swam to the surface and stuck his head out, allowing all of them to see their surroundings. Roier joined him a moment later, having one of his hands hover behind Fit and Pac to make sure they don't slip and fall down.

The sun was starting to near the horizon, which was a little worrying, but there should be another hour of sunlight, maybe two. As long as they find the dry land and survivors before nightfall, it should be alright. "Guys, look over there!" Cellbit pointed at something slightly to the east, a little distance away from the coordinates they were travelling to.

An island.

With a large mountain in the centre, greenery growing all around it, it looked like a typical island you would find on earth, most likely caused by a volcano. It would fit with the environmental scan suggesting this whole region is a massive volcanic crater. "That must be the dry land the captain suggested!" The two leviathans turned to look towards the island as well, giving a mix of curious noises that the humans have already grown used to. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

It took a simple pointing at the island again to communicate 'go there please', which the creatures did instantly. They dove back bellow the surface and made their way towards the new location. With their size and speed, it took mere minutes until the seafloor started coming too close, making them slow down until they were basically laying on the sand with their dorsal fins poking out of the water.

Realizing that their friends couldn't get them any closer without possibly getting themselves beached, the humans let go of their hair and made their way towards the shore. Tubbo didn't leave immediately, instead pressing close to Foolish's cheek in the pretend hug he had used so often. "I'm sorry big guy..." He started rumbling, something so familiar it made the teen tear up. A clawed hand came to hover behind him as the leviathan leaned into the hug, causing an actual sob. "I'll miss you. So much."

It's obvious Foolish doesn't understand what's going on. He doesn't know that they were leaving, that they weren't going to come back. And it hurt. A lot. The teen couldn't even properly say goodbye because the other didn't know it was a goodbye. What would they do once night came and the humans were still gone? Will they even leave, or will they wait for days before realizing they won't come back? He doesn't want to think about it...

This is what happened when you love, you have to leave them behind. That's what his father taught him, that's what his life was full of... So how could it not be true? Every friend he ever had, every person he cared about, all eventually leave. Even Techno and Fit will leave once they get back to Earth, return to their home countries or on new missions.

Home. Such a small word. Did he have a home? Somewhere he is desperate to return to, like Techno was with his family back on Earth? Or does he just have a big house with a bed, far too large for just one person, as the other is never there? What made a house a home?

Tubbo gave a shaking sigh, slowly pushing himself away from Foolish. If he stays any longer, he will refuse to leave. But before he could turn and swim to the shore, he saw that the others had followed his example and were quietly saying goodbye to the two leviathans, all with varying levels of tearfulness. They may want to go home, but leaving behind their new friends was still hard, especially now when they were moments away from never seeing them again.

One by one they managed to steel themselves into swimming closer to the shore, some turning their backs so they wouldn't have to look at their friends' confused faces. And knowing that Tubbo was the most attached to the creatures, Techno took it on himself to try and give the 'go home' command. Making the teen do it would have fully broken him. So, Techno managed to get both the leviathans' attention and pointed out into the vast sea. "Home. Go home. Please."

Neither of them moved. Foolish even inched a little closer and lowered his head like he always does when offering them a ride. Techno shook his head and pushed himself further away from the leviathan. "No, we are staying. Go home without us." He pointed again, but no movement came. "Go home. Home, Foolish. Leave. You can't stay here." Foolish only chirped in question, lowering his head once more, only to raise it again and look even more confused when none of the humans came any closer.

Fuck, now he was tearing up as well. "Foolish... please... go home. Back to your nest, with Roier." When he didn't move again, Techno gave up and turned to swim to the shore. If they don't leave now, they'll have to learn the hard way. Even if it hurts. Eventually the two will realize the humans are gone and return to their territory. He could see Tubbo, his back turned towards them as he was hugging Fit, not wanting to see their friends hesitate in leaving. Pac wasn't looking either, arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the shore, Cellbit beside him.

Since he was the closest, Techno carefully placed a hand on the black-haired man's back, gently nudging the Brazilian forward. "Let's go." No one looked back, too afraid they would grow too emotional and decide to rather stay with their new friends. They have to get home. They can't stay.

Stepping onto the shore was... surreal, at first. The sand had the same colour as it does on Earth, the trees were mostly green, some were blue. It looked like any other tropical island you might find... although they weren't really able to hear any animals over the sound of waves rolling onto the shore. Since Fit had tried to comfort Tubbo a little, Cellbit was the one to support Pac, helping him stand steady and hop further onto dry land.

"It's... beautiful. Look at all the colours." Techno removed his mask, breathing in the fresh air and feeling the sun on his face. All he could smell was saltwater, but he was fine with that. "It's so weird seeing land... we've been in the water for so long." Pac bent down, making Cellbit kneel down into the sand with him, running his hand through the fine grains. "I thought I would never see a beach again..."

Fit looked around at the foliage and vast beach, frowning a little. "How are we supposed to find anyone here? This place is massive." Cellbit mumbled an agreement, eyeing his friend's missing leg. Walking all over the island will be hard on him, his prosthetic isn't fully functional yet. Pac seemed to sense his uneasiness and gently nudged his shoulder. "Surely they sat up camp near the beach, we can walk along the edge and see if we find anything. Or try using the comms inside our masks, maybe they still have theirs and receive our message."

That's what they tried first. But even after waiting for a few minutes, repeatedly asking if anyone could hear them through the comms, no one responded. "Alright, so that won't work. Guess we have to look for them. We know at least the Captain is on the island, so there have to be signs of human life somewhere." And that's the Plan. Look for fire, for any signs of human life, anything that might be unusual. Broken twigs, paths, abandoned shelters. Everything here was a search.

That desperation to just go home drove some of them much more than Tubbo could understand, but he could grasp as to why it was happening. He knew that they had reasons to be this excited to find the other survivors. The way Techno clapped his hands together to get everybody's attention, making a plan how to best navigate the island and how they should choose a shelter if the sun goes down before they find the Captain.

Tubbo still doesn't know what he will do once he sees his father. Run up and hug him, be happy he survived? Just ignore him, acknowledging him as a survivor? All kinds of scenarios ran around in his head, all equally as appealing. It all really depends on how his father will treat him once they meet. If he shows Tubbo no love, gratitude that he had survived, then why should Tubbo do anything different for him?

He followed the others when they began walking along the beach, silently working through his thoughts. Pac, who at first bravely hopped along while having an arm slung over Cellbit's shoulder, soon was given a piggyback by Fit the moment he noticed that their friend started looking a little exhausted. The teen rolled his eyes at how both of them looked a little flustered at being so close. But before he could tell them to 'just fuck already' as he usually does when people are being too stupid, Techno not so gently pinched his side and shook his head no.

He was never allowed to have any fun...

At first they considered shouting for other survivors, see if anyone could hear them. But the fact that this was still an alien planet with massive creatures, the chances of there being massive and deadly land creatures are pretty high. Not to mention that screaming on an island on Earth wasn't a good idea either, especially one untouched by humans. Who knows what's lurking in that forest.

After a little while, the teen dared to look towards the ocean. He doesn't know what he expected, walking this close to the shore obviously meant that the leviathans could still see them. Which, in turn, meant that he should not have been surprised seeing their dorsal fins poke out of the water, obviously following them. The protectiveness of their new friends was equally heartwarming and heartbreaking, knowing it won't last. But they already tried sending them away and it didn't work.

"I'm a little worried they'll beach themselves like this." Techno had followed his gaze, watching their two friends slowly trail along in the water. Seeing them out in the water like that made him realize how massive their friends actually are, with the distance between the dorsal fin and their tail. "They have arms. I think they could pull themselves back into the water if they got too close." Fair enough.

"Guys, look over there." Tubbo and Techno followed the direction Pac was pointing, spotting a thin trail of smoke slowly rising into the sky, deeper in the forest. It doesn't look like a forest fire and even if it is, something must have started it. "Do you think it could be a campfire?" "There is a chance. Let's go check it out."

Leaving the shore was a little unsettling, knowing that they now truly had no protection outside of their own weapons. Pac pressed a little closer to Fit's back, clutching the spear he had been handed since Fit's arms were busy carrying him. Cellbit and Tubbo were walking to either side of him, with Techno slightly in front to shield Fit should something jump out at them. With the shore getting further and further away, they could finally hear the clicking and chirping of animals, but never actually spot any.

While the smoke hadn't looked that far away at first, it took quite a while until they reached the source of it. The sun was now truly starting to set, the sky ablaze with orange and red. The whole way no words were exchanged, solely focused on the sounds around them. And when they pushed some fern aside to finally see the source of the smoke, it was like all sound momentarily stopped.

It was, in fact, a campfire. A small one, mostly smoke and no real flame. Around it a crude attempt at a shelter and some scattered resources, like some scrap and an empty water bottle. The shelter was made of a mix of metal plates and large ferns and vines picked from the surrounding area. None of them imagine it actually protected the resident from any of the elements outside of maybe rain. Which is still better than nothing. But, to their dismay, there was no one around. It didn't look abandoned...

"We should wait here. Whoever made this might come back." Fit carefully sat down Pac, making him sit near the campfire, gladly taking the spear being handed back to him. Techno and Cellbit worked on safely making the fire a little bigger, now that light was quickly leaving them. Tubbo inspected all the things left around the shelter, but couldn't find anything that proofs this belonged to his father. If anything, his father would instantly try and use the habitat builder instead of attempting whatever this is. So this must mean it belongs to another survivor?

"Do you think we should try and get some food from the shore? Maybe Foolish and Roier could get some fish like they always do-" "No." The answer was clear and stern, leaving no room for argument. They all stared at Tubbo, who at this point has sat down near the fire too. "Going back and asking them things will only make it harder. I just said goodbye, if I go back into the water with them I might... not want to leave." Silence followed, but everyone knew he was right. It would be both cruel on their own hearts and to their leviathan friends to keep returning now.

"Alright, so we gather food on the island. The scanner can help identify which things are safe to eat. I think we should-" "Holy shit!" Techno never turned around faster, quickly spotting a pair of wide eyes staring at him and the others. They had black hair, about the same length him, Tubbo and Cellbit have and wore the same suit they all did. The beginnings of a beard showed on their face as well and a very beaten looking hat tried to hide most of the wild hair beneath. Another survivor... and it wasn't the Captain.

"Um... hello?" "Oh my god I can't believe it! More survivors! I thought I was the only one, I've been alone for so long! I had hoped more people would get here with the broadcast but its been two weeks and-" "Hold on." Techno took the stranger's wildly flaring arms by the wrists and held him still, successfully making him stop in his rambling. His – pretty sure it's a he - eyes were still wild, a little bloodshot as well. Whatever he has been through since the crash, it made him look incredibly unwell. "Two weeks? We received the broadcast this morning."

The stranger frowned, finally fully stilling. "No? I heard it two weeks ago. And the Captain said it had been like two days since he sent out the broadcast when I got here." The group shared a look, all looking rather unsettled by this information. There is no way... "How is that even possible? Did we repair the radio wrong?"

"I don't think that's how that works..."

"But I thought we were being rescued, it's been two weeks and no one has shown up?"

"No, not that I've seen-"

"Where is my father?"

The rambling stopped as the group allowed Tubbo to step forward, starring the stranger right in the eyes. "You said the Captain greeted you. You were here with him. Where is he?" Suddenly, the new survivor started looking uneasy, almost afraid. And didn't that make Tubbo feel something. "Oh... um... I... I don't..." The teen stepped closer, moments away from just grabbing him. "Where. Is. He?" The stranger flinched back, visibly uncomfortable.

"He... He's dead."

You would have been able to hear a pin drop in that moment. Five pairs of wide eyes stare at him like he had grown a second head. Tubbo could not hear anything beside the increasing sound of his own heartbeat. His father... dead? But they had heard his voice, he broadcasted that message, he was safe on the island! He can't be dead! Not before he gets to talk to him one more time...

"Look... I'm so sorry..." "How?" This time he didn't hold back, grabbing the stranger by the collar before anyone could stop him. He pulled him down, teeth bared in his frustration and disbelief. "How did he die?! Where did he die?!" The man started to stammer, trying to pull himself away from the angry teen. Whatever he was trying to say was lost in the nervous stuttering. "ANSWER ME!" "Tubbo!"

Techno grabbed him by the shoulder while Fit did his best to loosen the teen's fists from the survivor's shoulders, working to get some distance between them. Tubbo was having none of it, fighting them both to try and get back at the black-haired man. "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FATHER?!" Fit made sure to keep a hold of the teen's fists, not allowing him to try and hurt the other man. "Tubbo you have to calm down-" "NOT UNTIL HE TOLD ME WHAT HAPPENED! WHY IS HE DEAD?!"

"The crabs got him!"

The man practically cowered behind a stray piece of scrap, hiding from the raging teen as best as he could. Who wouldn't, when you are the one having to deliver the news? Tubbo just stared at him, mouth slightly open as he seemingly processed what he just heard, arms going limp by his sides as Fit let him go. It was Cellbit who found his voice first, not as shaken by the news. "What do you mean crabs? What exactly happened?" Just hearing that apparently there were flesh eating crabs on this island made him feel quite uneasy.

It took a moment before the stranger began to speak, nervously glancing between Tubbo and Cellbit. "We were exploring a cove. It's not too far from here and we thought we could get some fish there. After a while we got separated when we looked inside different little caves that were scattered around. I heard him scream... but when I got there it was too late already. We didn't have any weapons, I couldn't do anything to help him..."

"So you just stood there and let him die."

Tubbo stared at him, eyes cold. Maybe it was shock, maybe it was denial. But oh, did it feel nice to have somebody to blame. If he was being honest, he was starting to care less about the hands on him trying to keep him in place and more about how much he wanted to punch something. Someone.

The man across from him had eyes of pure terror. "I-" he began before getting cut off. Techno stepped in the way, blocking his view towards the other man. "Tubbo, that's enough," someone was starting to sound reprimanding. "This isn't his fault. Leave him be." The need to punch something was getting bigger. And it might no longer just be the stranger.

"Not his fault? He watched him die!"

"He had no weapons! He would have died too!"

"At least he would have tried to help!"

"If I was being attacked like that, I would have preferred you not dying to rescue me either!"

"Don't you dare twist it like that! You know I wouldn't have just watched you die!"

"I would prefer if you do when you have nothing to defend yourself with!"

Techno's head snapped back as he staggered backwards, holding a hand over his bleeding nose. Tubbo just glared, hands still clenched into fists. "Don't you dare try and twist this into some moral shit! My father is dead! And it's his fault! I have every right to be furious!" "Tubbo!" This time it was Fit who grabbed him, pulling him away from both the stranger and now Techno. The teen tried to rip himself free, but the older won't let that happen. "Turning on each other won't solve anything. He is gone. There is nothing we can do."

Tubbo struggled against his grip, but the angry huffing quickly dissolved into tearful sobs as he slumped against the older. Fit wrapped him in a tight hug, allowing him to scream and sob and let out all the frustration and sorrow that he had bottled up since they received the broadcast. "I'm sorry Tubbo... I'm so sorry..."

Techno watched the two, carefully rubbing his nose. It didn't feel broken, thank god, and the bleeding had mostly stopped. He wasn't quite sure what he felt right now. The teen was in the right for being angry and emotional, his father is dead, but was punching him really necessary? "Techno?" He turned to look at Cellbit, who offered him his jacket. "It's the only thing we have that could soak up the blood. We can just wash-" "No, I'm fine. Keep it."

With Tubbo seemingly not on good terms, he focused his attention on something else. The stranger still cowered by the fire, keeping a wary eye on the teen's mood. While the captain is dead, this guy surely has information. So, he knelt down close to the stranger, gaining his attention. "What's your name?" He looked unsure at first, but eventually sat up properly and put aside the scrap he had been using as a shield. "Quackity. I'm Quackity."

"Quackity... We're glad you're alive, despite what Tubbo says. I'm Techno, that's Fit and over there are Cellbit and Pac. We've been living together for a little while in a base near the crash site." The stranger – Quackity – nodded and glanced back at Tubbo and Fit. "I'm sorry, I would have saved him if-" "It's fine. You tried your best. The Captain is by far not the only casualty." He doesn't even want to think how many hundred people have died in the crash alone, let alone how many have died since arriving on the planet.

"Tell me. Is there a rescue crew coming? Did the captain know something?" Quackity hesitated, fidgeting with a stray piece of wiring. "He didn't have confirmation, but our ship is still sending a distress call. So someone must pick it up, eventually. He was convinced of that." So, officially speaking, there is no confirmed rescue coming. That's just perfect. "Well... at least we found you. Are you sure there are no other survivors on the island?"

He shook his head yes, tossing the twisted piece of wiring aside. "We walked all over the island multiple times. I continued to do it after he died. No one showed up but you. Maybe they just didn't receive the call, like you guys. But outside of those stupid crabs and some bird things, nothing." Six survivors. What a terrible fucking quota.

What could they even do now? No rescue was coming, the captain is dead, they don't have any food and there are man-eating crabs, apparently. At this rate, returning to the ocean might not be that bad of an idea. They aren't safe here, even with their weapons. It could take weeks, months, before an actual rescue ship shows up. There was no point in staying, at least not with their current resources.

Techno sighed and stood up, brushing the sand and dirt from his legs. "Alright. Guys, there's two things we can do." He turned to look at his friends, trying to get a read of their feelings before he continues. Tubbo wasn't looking at him, the other three looked mostly unsure, confused even. It's better than fear at least... "We can either stay here and wait for a possible rescue, however long that might take, or we take Quackity and return to our original base. There is no confirmed rescue, only the knowledge that the ship is still sending out a distress call. What should we do?"

Whatever came now has to be a group decision. Both options could impact their further survival and rescue chances.

They shared looks, stared at the campsite, even the sky. Everyone tried sorting their thoughts. What would be the best option now? There was certainly a spot where they felt much safer but... was is smart going back?

Tubbo sniffed, rubbing at his eyes as he separated from Fit. The older lets him, not too worried that he will attack someone again. "I want to go back to Foolish and Roier..." Yeah... he expected that. And he can't blame the teen for it either. Everything had been fine before they had gone to the island. The leviathans still care for them, probably still waiting by the beach. "I... would also like to go back." Pac shifted his healthy leg, giving a questioning glance at Fit. "I feel better in the water." Fit nodded in agreement, offering Pac his hand to pull himself upright. Three people want to go back and honestly, Techno was considering the safety of the base as well.

"Um... sorry to interrupt but. Who is 'Foolish'? Are there more of you?" Quackity shifted his weight from one foot to the other, becoming incredibly aware of how much he is the outsider right now. Techno felt a little bad for him. "Some friends we made. They are ocean creatures, and we decided to name them Foolish and Roier." "Ah, so pets?" "Kind of..." Showing him was probably easier, knowing how unbelievable a description of their two friends would sound. Humanoid fish people, yeah right...

"I guess we decided then, unless you want to add something Cellbit?" "No, I'm good with going back. This place is creepy." Good, then they were all in agreement. Pac found his spot back on Fit's back, accepting the task of holding the spear again. "We do know which way the shore is... right?" "It should be that-"

A loud call echoed in the relatively quiet night, sounding incredibly familiar, even out of the water. It didn't sound panicked but still, something seemed... off. "That sounded like Foolish!" "Do you think he is calling for us? Usually that's the sound he makes to locate Roier..." "Only one way to find out!"

Tubbo quickly went into the direction of the call, not caring for the darkness of the surrounding forest. "Tubbo wait!" They went after him after Techno and Quackity quickly threw as much sand and dirt as possible onto the campfire to extinguish the flame. So much for being careful, every animal on the island will be able to hear them run towards the shore. Hopefully none of those crab things are nearby...

Another call, this time much closer thanks to their running. "We're coming Foolish!" "Shut up, you're going to attract every animal on the island!" Tubbo did not care. He just wants to leave this stupid island and never think about any of today's events again. He had already accepted his father's death weeks ago, for all he cared he did not survive the crash. Just leave his head, leave his thoughts, never brother him again.

Just don't think. Only for a little while.

The shore came into view much faster now that they had been running. And just as expected, the massive head of their friend poked out of the water, glowing eyes illuminating a small section of the beach. Roier was right beside him, although he looked a little nervous, his ear fins perking and twitching as his head occasionally turned to look around.

"We're here Foolish! It's okay-" "HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT?!"

Quackity stopped the moment he spotted the two leviathans, staring at them with wide eyes. His sudden stop caused Cellbit to run right into him, knocking them both over. "Oi! What the fuck man?!" "What do you mean 'what the fuck'?! What are those things?!" The Brazilian pushed him away when he tried to grab him, getting back up to brush the sand off his suit. "That would be Foolish and Roier."

Tubbo reached them first, to no one's surprise. Foolish lowered his head instantly, allowing the small human to press close to his cheek again as the leviathan rumbled happily, a clawed hand coming up to hold him close. "I'm sorry we were gone so long... We can go home now, this island is stupid." Fit made his way into the water as well, allowing Pac to slip off his back when it reached up to his chest. Roier gently nudged them both with his hand, as if checking if they were alright. "It's okay big guy, no one got hurt."

It was strange, the immediate safety they felt once they were close to the leviathans again. Well, most of them at least.

"Quackity, I swear they are harmless."

"Hell no! That thing can swallow me whole!"

"We've been living with them for weeks."

"Absolutely not!"

"Look, Tubbo is hugging one. Does it look like Foolish is trying to eat him?"

"I am not going near that thing!"

"Fine then. You can stay here, you've already got a shelter anyways."

"Wait hold on-"

"Oh for fucks sake-"

Cellbit grabbed the other man by the arm and forcefully dragged him towards the shore, closely followed by an amused Techno watching the whole thing. He knew he wasn't that different when the leviathans first started showing up, but now? Now it was kind of funny. Just a little.

Although when they dragged Quackity into the water to properly meet the leviathans, a new problem made itself known. He did not have any gear to breathe underwater.

"What do you mean you just swam towards the island?" Techno stared at him in disbelief, knowing with how long its been since the crash (far longer than the two weeks Quackity has been on the island), the other most definitely had to go into the water for food. "Listen I was desperate! I didn't think to check for any extra gear in the pod!" This guy... "You know what? Sure. I won't question it. Maybe we can ask them to swim at the surface so you can breathe."

Before Quackity could start another fit about not wanting to ride on their back, a loud, deep tone rang out over the island.

All of them froze, feeling the low note vibrate in their bones. The two leviathans flinched, hands protectively reaching out to cover the humans. The sound stopped, then started again. Almost sounding like an alarm was going off. A strange, loud alarm.

They looked at each other, all thinking the same thing.

What the fuck is going on?