Floyd loomed over you, his gaze intense as he leaned in close. His eyes, one a different hue than the other, locked onto yours, a faint chuckle escaping his lips, revealing his serrated teeth. Despite Crowley's assurances, he had done nothing to facilitate your return to your world, devoid of magic and fantastical beings—a realm beyond Floyd's reach.

Trapped in Twisted Wonderland for two years now, nearing the end of your second year while Floyd was on the cusp of graduation, you had begun to resign yourself to the idea of never returning home. Yet, when an opportunity presented itself for escape, away from overblots and the unfamiliar, you seized it. Your newfound favor among peers spread quickly, reaching Floyd's ears. Initially, he remained silent, but gradually he began to pry, attempting to dissuade you from leaving as the days dwindled towards his graduation and your departure.

It didn't have to end like this, if only you'd listen. Floyd's captivating eyes, beautiful in their mismatch, bore into yours as he softly hummed a tune. His large hands gripped your limbs tightly, trembling slightly against your skin, yet his demeanor remained eerily calm, a departure from his usual lively persona. Despite your struggles and protests, he paid them no heed, dragging you further beneath the water's surface. Though a flicker of pain crossed his face, the merfolk boy pressed on into the depths.

"Come on, Shrimpy," he coaxed, his voice gentle yet firm. "I've graduated, and now it's time for us to visit my home... You always talked about wanting to see the coral sea. I really didn't want it to come to this, you know... But you've left me no choice. You can't just leave after everything we've been through together. All that hard work, wasted..." His words carried a soft, melancholic tone, tinged with resignation. He had slipped in a potion that was easy enough to create to make it so you could survive underwater. He could protect you from those with magic that wanted to harm you. So please.. Don't leave.