L: Amaura and Heracross walked along a beach together, the two Pokemon lit by the setting sun. "It's always so peaceful in the last few minutes before night truly starts, huh?", Heracross says.

N: Amaura: Yeah, this is a beautiful sight and the sand feels nice on my feet

L: Heracross yawns. "We should probably head back fairly soon, though. I'm not really a fan of staying up late, and I don't imagine you are, either."

N: Amaura: Yeah, let's find a place to rest

L: As the two start to leave the beach, Heracross suddenly stops, though clearly not intentionally. "Huh? Oh, my feet are stuck in the sand for some reason..." He tries to pull them free, with no effect. "Could you help me out? I can't move."

N: *Amaura notice Heracross is sinking* Amaura: Oh, you seem to be sinking. *Tries to get Heracross free*

L: Heracross holds onto Amaura as they attempt to pull him out, and while he does move a little, he's still stuck in the quicksand. Even worse... "Oh crap, you're sinking now too!"

N: Amaura: Oh my, I am too

L: Still struggling to get loose as he sinks to his knees, Heracross nervously looks around. "D-damn it, there's no way anyone's gonna find us in time... How do we get out of this?"

N: Amaura: Not sure, at least it feel comfy soft *Sinks to knees*

L: "...It DOES feel good, actually..." Heracross looks down at the sand slowly rising up around him. "...I suppose there's worse ways to go out, huh?" He stops trying to free himself, knowing there's nothing he can do.

N: Amaura: Yeah, I don’t mind sinking in the sand

L: Heracross actually starts to smile, having fully accepted his fate. "It's a good thing I've had some practice holding my breath, I want to last as long as I can once I go under. Are you any good at breath holding?"

N: Amaura: We did just go diving at this beach so we already know the answer here, must be lucky to be buried in soft comfy sand

L: "It's nice and warm, too, things were getting kind of chilly out here. Although, I'm sure you didn't mind, being an ice type." Both Pokemon are a bit more than a third of the way sunk at this point.

N: Amaura: I don't mind, sand feels amazing for a rock type like me *Wiggles in the sand*

L: "I hope it feels this good on our lungs, too, I hear drowning is generally pretty painful..." Heracross runs his hands through the sand, making small indentations that soon level back out.

N: Amaura: I'm sure it will be a pleasant experience, embracing the soft sand

L: With about half his body submerged now, Heracross smiles at Amaura. "It's kind of funny how neither of us even bothered calling for help. It's not like anyone would hear us, but still."

N: Amaura: Guess we both enjoy being part of this beach, to become one with the sand *Wags tail*

L: "Definitely. Honestly, I didn't even want to leave this beach, it was just because I was getting tired. Certainly no leaving now, is there?"

N: Amaura: Nope, just some sinking fun time. Look how deep we are now *They both at chest deep*

L: "Won't be long now, 'till all that shows we're here is our bubbles. And those won't be lasting forever either, once we start breathing down there!"

N: Amaura: Enjoying our last moment before we take our last breath

L: "Yeah, better get ready. Soon enough, all we'll be able to breathe will be sand." Heracross starts taking deep breaths to prepare for what would likely be his last dive.

N: *They both stop sinking at neck deep* Amaura: Oh, seems that we just hit the bottom

L: "...Oh." After a moment of silence, Heracross starts laughing. "All that, and it's not even deep enough for us to sink under! We'll be totally fine, we just have to walk out!"

N: *They notice a darker patch of sand in front of them, knowing that it will be much deeper* Amaura: Or we can walk our way to the bottomless depths

L: Heracross stares at the darker section for a few seconds, then turns to Amaura. "...If you do it, so will I."

N: Amaura: Let's go deeper *They walk to the darker section til they no longer feel the bottom as they continue to sink*

L: "I kind of can't believe we're actually doing this... Alright, for real this time." Heracross starts breathing heavily again as the sand touches his chin.

N: Amaura: This is so heavenly *toke a big breath as the sand touch his chin*

L: "Heh, that's gonna get a bit literal in a few minutes!" Heracross tilts his head back what little he can to give himself some extra time, before it's finally not enough any more, and he holds his breath, his horn and the top of his head still above the surface for now.

N: *Amaura tilts his head to give few extra seconds before submerging into in the sand and hold his breath*

L: Soon, Heracross' horn sinks under as well, with nothing left of either Pokemon visible from above. Below, Heracross smiles between his puffed cheeks, the warm sand slowly kneading across his body as he continues to sink.

N: *Amaura embrace the warm sand as he happily sink farther into the sandy depths*

L: Heracross thinks to himself, "I wonder how far down we'll be going... Will anyone ever find us?" He happily blows some bubbles, still fully willing to let the quicksand keep him in its depths.

N: *Amaura thinks to himself* Amamura: I love being buried in soft comfy sand, I want to stay here forever *Happily blowing bubbles as he eagerly let the quicksand drag him deeper*

L: About a minute passed, and while the Pokemon were feeling an urge to breathe, it was still manageable for now. Heracross covers his mouth with both hands to make sure he doesn't lose any air, wanting to experience the quicksand for as long as possible.

N: *Amaura moans happily as he keeps his breath in*

L: Even enjoying the increasing breathless feeling, Heracross moves one hand to rub his chest, wondering how long he'll be able to hold his breath down here.

N: *Amaura face turns purple from the urge to breath*

L: Heracross' chest heaves unexpectedly, causing him to spurt out some bubbles. He starts blushing from strain, and moves his free hand to cover his mouth again, still stubbornly holding his breath.

N: *Amaura couldn't hold it any longer as he released one big bubble before inhaling some sand*

L: Curling inward as his lungs burn, Heracross shivers before his breath runs out, and he too exhales a single surprisingly large bubble, nearly half his height in diameter. Then, finally, he audibly gasps, flooding his lungs as he starts choking on sand with a strained, open-mouthed smile, still enjoying himself to some degree.

N: *Amaura enjoying his final moment as his lungs is completely filled with sand, feeling drowned and happy* 

L: His face starting to turn a deep blue, Heracross struggles against the mix of pleasure and pain as he drowns, before finally the pain fades, an intense dizziness being left behind. Now calmly breathing the sand as if it were air, he goes limp, trying his best to stay awake and enjoying his weak breaths.

N: *They both lose consciousness as enjoy their eternal rest under the quicksand*