N: ( Charmander and Grovyle are exploring the Desert ) Charmander: Why are we traveling at the desert again?

L: "I'm not a fan of this place either, but the treasure should be fairly close by now. Can't wait to get out of here."

N: Charmander: The desert heat isn't the issue for me, it's kinda boring where all you see is nothing but sand

L: "You're lucky boredom is all you have to put up with here. I'm not exactly good with heat." The Grovyle takes a drink from their canteen.

N: Charmander: What's that in the distance? 

L: "Ah, I think that's what we're looking for. Looks like there might be water as well, thank Arceus for that."

N: Charmander: Let's go check it out 

L: The two Pokemon walk toward the distant landmark, eventually coming to an oasis. "Finally...", the Grovyle sighs, taking a moment to splash some water on himself.

N: ( Charmander starts splashing some water too )

L: After refilling his canteen, the Grovyle stands back up. "Alright, let's figure out where this treasure is. All I've got is that it's around here somewhere, so this might take a while..."

N: Charmander: What secrets hides here I wonder

L: After a couple minutes of searching, the Grovyle stops to consider where to check next. When he tries to continue, though, he finds that his feet have sunken in the sand, keeping him in place... "Oh, um... Charmander? I think I'm stuck."

N: ( Charmander sees Grovyle slowly sinks into the sand ) Charmander: That look like quicksand

L: Grovyle blushes as he watches more of himself disappear under the sand. "...I-it is... I've always wanted to see what sinking in something like this was like!"

N: Charmander: It does look fun ( Charmander blushed as he watched without realizing that he is also sinking in quicksand )

L: "Oh, you're sinking too! Maybe we could both enjoy this together?"

N: Charmander: O-Oh my, seems like I am too. How deep does it go?

L: Grovyle had sunk to his knees at this point. "Hopefully deep enough..."

N: ( Charmander sinks to his knees ) Charmander: Maybe bottomless

L: Slowly, the quicksand creeps up each Pokemon's body as they continue to sink, each now up to their waist. Grovyle still doesn't struggle, watching himself sink and enjoying the pleasant coolness around what parts of him are submerged.

N: Charmander: I can't feel the bottom, the sand here is so comfy soft. So relaxing

L: "Mmm... Yeah, this is better than I expected..."

N: Charmander: I don't mind drowning in this quicksand ( Charmander rest his arms on the sandy surface as he slowly sinks to his belly )

L: "You know... I think I'd be fine with that, too. Certainly better than putting up with this heat!" Grovyle trails a finger along the quicksand's surface, letting his other arm stay below.

N: Charmander: This is such a peaceful way to go out

L: Grovyle nods. "Certainly worse ways to go than this." He's sunk up to his neck at this point, and with both arms submerged, there'd be no escaping now even if he wanted to.

N: ( Charmander sinks to his chest as he starts acting like he's drowning by splashing some sand ) Charmander: Slowly drowning in sweet quicksand

L: Grovyle starts to tilt his head back. "N-not much longer 'till I'll need to hold my breath... If I even want to at that point, heheh..."

N: ( Charmander continue acting helpless til he left his one arm up and tilts his head back ) Charmander: Reaching my limits now, can only hang on what little remains on the sandy surface

L: As the sand starts to take Grovyle's head under, he takes one last look at Charmander. "S-see you... Wherever we end up after this." He takes a deep breath, puffing his cheeks, and closes his eyes as he finally goes entirely under the surface.

N: Charmander: Something heavenly I'm betting ( Charmander takes his last breath as his head slowly sinks under leaving only his arm remains )

L: Grovyle holds his breath below the quicksand, happily blowing bubbles as he slowly sinks even farther down.

N: ( Charmander arm slip under the sand as he enjoying his breathless time under the comfy sand )

L: Grovyle struggles to swim, not to escape, but to find Charmander, which he manages before too long. He gives them a hug as he starts having a bit of trouble holding his breath.

N: ( Charmander starting to feel more breathless as he eagerly awaits his sandy fate )

L: His bubbling now involuntary, Grovyle fights to keep holding on, wanting to enjoy the coolness of the mud for a little longer before the inevitable gasp.

N: ( Charmander begin to gasp as he slowly losing conscience from a mouthful of wet sand )

L: Grovyle shudders, bubbling up what's left of his air and desperately gasping quicksand down his throat. He coughs it out, then inhales more, choking as he keeps trying to breathe.

N: ( Charmander face turn blue as he release one last bubble as he happily drowns )

L: With his breaths of quicksand calming down, Grovyle starts feeling sleepy from his lack of oxygen. He weakly hugs Charmander once again, willingly taking the deepest breath he can manage, before letting himself fade away, a slight smile still on his drowned face.