Something is Wrong with Blue (Au)

~~~Ink's POV~~~

Everyone was still, it had been two hourse since the group and made onto the concrete sidewalk. Everyone was alseep, not one of them dared to snore. Ink restfully opened his eye, he looked around, he had just waken up.

                                           "Uhhhhhhhh," Ink moaned a bit. His body was stiff, he could barely move without something hurting in it. But he finally managed to lift himself up to look around. The group of five were all resting still, and Ink didn't want to seem rude. So he slowly turned the corner, to see a vast array of tunnels and networks.

                                           "Woah...," Ink mummbled. He had done so much running, that he didin't get a chance to see the true essance of the networks. It was mezmorizing, it wouldn't help just to take a little peak, right? No, he didn't want to get lost from the rest of the group at any rate. He turned his back away, and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a little piece of a Hershey bar. He had left some in his pocket for later, and he was more starving then ever.

                                            "Think Ink...where would be the best possible way of getting home?" Ink asked himself. He sat himself down against the edge of the corrider to the others, and thought. He couldn't tell if it was a good idea to go on and look for himself, or if he would wake the others up and find the exit. His brain spun at the thought of these two options, he needed a brake. He looekd up, to see something paculiar. As he looked to his left, into the tunnels and networks...far in was a small packet of paints, floating in the water. He looked out further, he could see something white, about at least 20 yards away from him. It looked like...paper? This had to be a trick, but this could be the one chance he could get to a brake.

                                             "Paints...," Ink told himself. His eyes were gazed at the paints, everything else seemed to black out. He threw down his paint cans into the water, finally glad he had something to do.  And just like that, he got up, and pumbled into the water. He started to walk toward the paints, but to his surprise, they moved away in a current.

                                             "No NO! Don't go yet!" Ink exlciamed. He started to run, and the paints grew faster in the newley found current. It felt there wasn't any current, but Ink didn't care, he just wanted the paints so bad. They turned a left into intersection, Ink followed, they turned a right, Ink followed. It felt like forever before Ink finally managed to jump out, and finally.

                                             "GOT YA!" Ink exlcaimed. He had the paints in his hand, as he looked at them, like he had won a award. Ink got up from the muck, and started south, when he was knocked off his feet.

                                              "WOAH!" Ink exclaimed. He fell into the water, and then the pain began to sear. He was being tossed, back and forth, in the currnet. He passed into multiple tunnels, and hit many different items. Before finally, he was caught in the grasp of a small twig. His paint belt was strung onto the twig, keeping him from floating away. Using this oppurtunity, he raised his body up as fast as he could, getting a gasp of air out.

                                              "HUUUUUUUUUUU!" Ink gasped. He looked around, he was in another intersection, with only three tunnels this time. 

                                               "Thank, wheze, god," Ink thanked. He raised himself further onto the concrete sidewalk on the side of the tunnel, finally being saved.

                                               "I just gotta get back to the group, and then-," Ink started. That was when it struck him, everything looked un faimilar. Nothing here, showed up in ANY of the paths the group went.