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If you want to know how vigert got aquaphobia feel free to read this fanfic...

I read it and I almost cried 😢

Aquaphobia

Authors note: This is a fic I wrote a little while ago about how Vigert in the scramble AU got his fear of water. This takes place while Vigert is still a kid. I'll admit I haven't really written fic before so apologies for any issues with pacing or clarity. (A line with only 3 dots is an indicator of a change in perspective)

Fic under the read more so I don't clog up people's dash with a wall of text :)

It was supposed to just be a simple game of hide and seek. Vigert had closed his eyes and counted down as Snotty searched for a hiding spot in the woods out behind the farm.

“...ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five…”.

Vigert felt a drop of rain on his shoulder. And then another. He stopped counting, realizing the danger. Water was potentially deadly for cheeseslimes in large amounts. And Snotty was still out there somewhere, what if he couldn’t find somewhere to take shelter!

Vigert sprinted out into the woods, as the drops of rain from the sky became more and more frequent, and thunder rumbled in the distance. A crack of lightning tore through the sky, and the rain became a downpour. It was only a matter of seconds before Vigerts clothes were soaked through, even despite the canopy of leaves above, and he felt the water begin to absorb into him.

“SNOTTY!” Vigert shouted desperately, hoping beyond hope his cousin was alright.

Snotty was far frailer than Vigert, and Vigert was already feeling the effects of being in the rain for too long. Who knows what kind of state Snotty could be in at this point if he couldn’t find somewhere to hide! He called out again, and again, and again, to no avail, the only response the thumping of his boots on the ground and the rumbling of thunder. His heart pounded in his chest as he continued to run, throat already burning from shouting so loudly, but he was having a harder and harder time holding himself together. And then, distantly, he finally heard a reply.

“VIGERT! I’M OVER HERE!” came the yell, and Vigert felt a spark of hope.

“SNOTTY, I’M COMING!” he cried, and tried his best to keep running; but the rain soaking through him had other plans.

After not too long, his legs gave out from under him, more liquid than solid at this point. He tried to stand back up, tried to continue forwards to reach his little cousin, but his arms were melting away, unable to hold his weight. Was… was this the end? He was so tired, and the downpour had chilled him to his core… he struggled, trying desperately to get up, to find shelter, to get to Snotty, anything, but his body wouldn’t listen…

. . .

Snotty giggled from his hiding spot, a small cave in a hill that he had found. There was no way Vigert would find him here! But that confidence turned to concern when he heard the rain begin. He was sheltered, sure, but there was no way he could get back home until the rain stopped. Thunder boomed in the air, and the rain came pouring down. He hoped that Vigert had found somewhere to take shelter as he had, but he knew him better than that. His older cousin was always so concerned over Snotty’s health, and was selfless to the point of ignoring his own. Snotty’s expectations were confirmed as he heard a desperate voice in the distance, repeatedly calling his name. He rushed to the cave entrance and shouted a reply, “VIGERT! I’M OVER HERE!”.

Vigert’s voice, closer now, rang out from the woods. “SNOTTY, I’M COMING!”.

If Vigert could make it to the cave to take shelter from the rain, then everything would be alright, Snotty was sure of it!

As he watched the woods waiting for Vigert to arrive, he soon saw him. Vigert stumbled into the clearing near the cave… and collapsed.

“VIGERT!” Snotty yelled terrified.

He could see his cousin melting away… He couldn’t do anything but watch in horror, as Vigert struggled to get up. If Snotty went out of the cave to help, he would surely be dissolved by the rain before he could make it back. But something seemed to fill Vigert with a newfound determination; could it be he heard the desperation in Snotty’s voice? Somehow, despite how much of him had been washed away, Vigert managed to push himself up just a little bit. And while he couldn’t stand, he managed to start to crawl. Seconds felt like hours to Snotty, but by some miracle Vigert made it. Snotty darted out of the cave to drag what was left of his cousin the rest of the way in, praying that he would be alright. Even the few seconds he spent in the rain made him feel like he was going to fall apart, which left him even more concerned as to his cousin’s condition. Vigert was practically more puddle than person at this point, and it seemed as if the only thing stopping him from dissolving was the clothes he wore. And even that wasn’t helping much, since so much of his mass was washed away in the rain that he was small, too small, small enough that Snotty could probably carry him in one arm.

“...Are you… alright?”

Snotty jumped a bit at this. Vigert was clearly struggling to speak at all, and was practically gone, and yet he was asking how Snotty was doing… it would almost be funny, if it weren’t for how awful the situation was.

“I’m okay, Vig… everything is going to be alright, I know it!”

Snotty spoke with as much false optimism as he could. The puddle that was Vigert was shivering, and whether it was from fear, cold, or some combination of the two was unclear, but what Snotty was certain of was that Vigert needed all the reassurance he could give.

“We just have to hold out for a little while, someone will come find us soon…”

…

John E. Cheese stretched as he awoke from his rest. From how quiet the house was, he could only assume that his grandchildren were still out playing. John was always happy to take care of Snotty for a few days here and there when Breanna and Penny were away on business trips, and it was clear Vigert felt the same. John always tried his best to keep Vigert happy, but the poor kid needed some friends his age to hang out with. Snotty was practically a brother to Vigert, despite the fact the two were cousins, and John could tell he was always much happier when Snotty got to stay over for a short while. He chuckled thinking of the antics the two got up to together; Vigert had always been fairly shy and reserved, and quite cautious to boot. Snotty helped bring him out of his shell, and the reckless kid always managed to convince Vigert to go along on whatever silly adventures-

A loud crack of thunder interrupted his train of thought. John got up from his rocking chair and walked into the next room. Rain was thumping against the windows as the wind howled through the fields. It was a damn big storm, he could tell that much. Well, he supposed the surprise campfire he had planned wouldn’t be happening today-

Wait. The kids! If they really weren’t in the house, that meant…

“VIGERT? SNOTTY? ARE YOU KIDS HOME?” he called, hoping that maybe the two were home and just being quiet. The silence he received as an answer was deafening. Without hesitation, he ran to the phone he kept in the living room and dialed the police.

Ring… Ring… “Yeaston police, what’s your emergency?”

“My grandkids have been caught out in the rainstorm! Please, you need to find them quick! They’re cheeseslimes, they can’t survive out in the rain!” John begged the officer, panic flooding his mind. He had promised to keep Vigert safe for Cheryl, his daughter and Vigert’s mother, and he couldn’t imagine how upset Snotty’s mothers would be to lose their only child.

“Don’t worry sir, we’ll send out a rescue team. Where are they?”

John gave the address of the farm and told the policeman that the kids were likely in the woods out the back of the property. He returned the phone to the hook and went to wait at the front door. He prayed that somehow, some way, his grandkids were safe and sound. He wanted so badly to go comb the woods himself searching, but knew that there was nothing he could do in this kind of rain. All there was to do was wait.

…

It felt like it had been an eternity waiting in that cave. Snotty sighed as he gazed out the cave entrance at the sheets of rain, which showed no signs of stopping. Vigert was still shivering, and Snotty held his cousin, trying to help him hold together until help arrived. Vigert was fighting so hard to stay awake for his sake, so the least Snotty could do is try and comfort him, hold him close.

“...Snotty… am I… going to die..?”

Vigert’s voice was strained as he asked this. He sounded terrified.

“You’re going to be okay, I promise Vig… I’m sure we only have to wait a bit longer. Someone will come soon, I’m sure of it.” Snotty reassured him. He had to stay positive, no matter how bleak the situation seemed.

A few more minutes passed in silence. And then…

A voice called through the rain. Snotty couldn’t hear what was being said, but this surely had to be someone coming to rescue them! He gathered his breath and shouted as loud as he could, “OVER HERE!”

More voices echoed through the forest, and Snotty nearly cried of joy when he got a reply.

“HANG ON OUT THERE, WE’RE HERE TO HELP!”

It was less than a minute before a member of the rescue team entered the clearing, and Snotty called out to them yet again.

“WE’RE OVER HERE!”

Their rescuer said something through a radio, and seconds later he heard the whirring of a helicopter overhead. A few more members of the rescue team arrived, and they rushed over with blankets and towels, as well as a bucket to put Vigert in to help him keep together. Snotty found himself sobbing with relief as he and his cousin were carried into the rescue helicopter, only now realizing just how cold he felt.

…

John waited with bated breath when he saw the police helicopter landing in the front yard. Did they find his grandchildren? Were they alright?

Snotty emerged from the helicopter, covered in blankets and with one of the rescuers holding an umbrella above him to keep him dry. John threw open the door to let them in. The second Snotty stepped through the door John embraced him in a hug. He then looked out the door once again to see if Vigert was coming out of the helicopter…

And was shocked to see the state the poor kid was in. Vigert was being kept in a bucket, and was far too small and waterlogged to be healthy. Not sparing even a second, John ran to grab his first aid kit to tend to and stabilize his grandson’s condition. He didn’t know how much time he had before it would be too late for Vigert, what if he was already too late, he had promised to keep him safe, he had to keep him safe! He vaguely felt a hand on his shoulder as he fumbled through the contents of the kit until he finally found the medicine he kept in the case of an emergency such as this. His hands shook badly as he struggled to open the bottle, he had to get it open why wouldn’t it open-

A hand gently took the bottle of medicine from him after a moment, and one of the rescue team members guided him over to the couch where Snotty had sat down. John gasped for breath, having not even realized he had been holding it. One member of the team was administering the medicine to Vigert while a doctor on the crew was bringing more professional medical equipment in from the helicopter. Snotty cuddled into John’s side, and John found himself crying; from fear, from relief that they had been found, from all of the emotions he held back while waiting, unable to do anything. After not too long, the doctor came over to John to report on Vigert’s condition.

“He’ll be alright in a few weeks, just make sure he stays inside and that you give him this twice daily”, the doctor said as he handed over a bottle of medicine, the same kind that was in the first aid kit but a much larger bottle.

John, still tearful, thanked the doctor and the rescue team for saving his grandchildren. He didn’t know what he would do if they hadn’t been found on time…

…

Just as the doctor said, Vigert was mostly recovered after around three weeks. At least, he recovered physically. Mentally, on the other hand… He flinched every time the tap was turned on, felt terrified when he helped water the crops, and shut himself in his room whenever it began to rain. Vigert could tell John was worried about him, but… he didn’t know what to say about it. He couldn’t help but remember the feeling of complete helplessness as he melted away, and had nightmares of what would’ve happened if he hadn’t reached the cave. He doubted he’d ever be able to look at water again without being reminded of what it was like to be slowly reduced to nothing, and the fear that he might also lose someone close to him. He didn’t want to keep worrying John though… he supposed he’d just have to pretend to be okay, to try and stay strong for his grandfather. Hopefully, he could at least do that much.

…End.

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