I'm a Stingray?

And another familiar tone followed up with an answer, "No I didn't find him, it's like that crazy fish ate our brother!"

Shaking his head a tad bit, firmly shocked because of what kind of melody managed to bless the hearing senses, but yet paranoid and thinking that the gas had started causing hallucinations - Tim still shouted out, "I'm down here!"

"What the fuck?" He heard a female tone shout out, the holler was short but underestimating its weight would be dumb. And considering the choice of words, this lady must be Haze.

"How could you even be down there? Are you dead?" A male tone questioned, concern separated as a sole emotion when one would hear out his volume - paranoia would be the second.

Although Timothy's memory is a bit shattered thanks to that little head, tone was at least something he could remember, this sibling must be Philip as such a characteristic intent is somewhat hard to forget.

Shedding more light towards the dilemma so his siblings don't enroll into being more freaked out than they already are, the hero explained. "I was trapped in a tunnel and swam all the way here."

"Well that explains it." Haze thought out and began debating ways of how to fish her brother out.

Keeping communication key, the stingray under a dilemma described. "Yes, it's crazy down here. I found a big pool of holy tar and that crazy anglerfish is here, I heard her voice."

Weighing in a key problem, Philip revealed. "We know, that old monster almost killed Rummy. If it wasn't for the guard crabs, we would lose another sibling!"

This wasn't so shocking but yet it still managed to ram down nerves, for the hero to cite. "That bitch, how many times does she have to die before actually dying?!"

Keeping a positive attitude, the caring sibling described. "She was slower than you described, so maybe death for her is actually close."

"That explains why she hasn't chased me." Tim thought but then heard the lovely sister uttering wordplay that represented a good portion of her critique. "Shut the fuck up with the angler talk, we need to get our sibling out of there."

Concern came along with reasoning although it didn't picture demotivation, Philip asked. "How can we? There is no way to get in."

Unwilling to hear out anything that doesn't give an option, Haze demanded. "Then we have to make a way, go get the guard crabs and that girl who can chew through rock."

And continued the idea, sealing it with a prime decision. "I'll stay here so we don't lose the spot, swim fast and remember where I am, don't get lost."

Concern continued to shine through the boy's face, he floated in the same spot and was hesitant to swim away, until the well scheming sister demanded. "Go Philip, get all of the crabs here!"

As the sibling swam away, she heard the other one underneath unleashing a bit of thunder of his own. "You haven't changed a bit. Why are you always on edge?"

Willing to debate even in such a situation, she answered. "First of all, you've only been gone for 2 hours and second, I am not on edge."

"You are on edge, be calm, smooth like water or something." So much for saying anything motivational but the young hero tried to make a point and even continued. "No need to yell at Philip like that, not everyone can think and work like you do."

This topic had sunk a bit deep all of a sudden and she had the urge to cuss out the flat boy swimming underneath, but instead decided to start and push this topic away. "Well... I don't expect him to, just want to get you out of there."

Unwilling to let this go just yet, Timmy laid out another question. "That's not the point, why are you always angry?"

There was so much the little lady wanted to tell but once thinking about one topic, it stretched too far and opened up other topics which made it impossible to find a starting point.

So to save the trouble of possibly having a mental breakdown by just thinking the situation through, Haze answered with a little lie. "I don't know."

...

"I brought backup." Philip yelled out and such a statement raised thoughts on the boy underneath the ground, as he didn't hear any life form swimming above the water - nonetheless speaking.

Those were his thoughts for a mere few seconds, until a mild but yet ear-catching tone echoed from at least 50 meters away. "Ragadagadagadaga!"

Relief overtook a good portion of the hero's body as this type of backup feared no enemy and could be heavily relied upon, the dungeness crabs are through and through the toughest marine animals in the hidden den.

Once these valued allies arrived, Haze's tone shone through the commotion as she firmly demanded. "Break this ground here, we need to dig my brother out."

The warrior-like crabs stared at her blankly for a while, one would sense confusion if these species had facial expressions. Silence remained as a key standard until another familiar female tone, swooped in to translate.

Once she began reciting the same language as these guards, Tim could easily point out in that little head of his. "Looks like Amie made it here too."

After a few seconds, he managed to hear the very ceiling enduring countless taps. It felt like nothing for a few seconds but the very specs of dirt that had an origin from the winding patches higher above, began falling down.

Having a feeling that it would be a terrible idea to float around right where everyone was digging, he swam a meter away from the site and the deadly gas too, waiting for progress.

THULL-LL-LL-LL!!

The sound of dirt itself crumbling became the prime thing to hear about, something that the young boy could not ignore.

Although vision isn't Tim's best characteristic, it was easy to notice a straight and thin line appearing on the ceiling, coating a meter's worth of distance and unleashing tens of smaller branches that were a tad harder to notice.