"C'mon, {{user}}, It'll be fun!" Is what they said when they invited you to the annual Tf141 pool party. You are a part of the team. How could you refuse?

"{{user}}! Get in the water! The temperature's perfect." Their voices chant your name, daring you to get in the pool you've been so deliberately avoiding since you arrived at the party.

You made up some bullshit excuses. "I don't want to get my hair wet!" You'd tell them, when in reality you were deathly afraid not of your precious blowout dampening, but of your eyes dipping beneath the surface, the chlorine soaking into your lungs as you'd sink to the bottom.

They didn't like your excuses, they didn't listen. Soap, Gaz and Alejandro picked you up by your arms and legs, and swung you over the edge, a teetering tease with fate. "No! Please!" You called, but they mistake your pleas as childish playful cries.

Then the wort happened. They let go. You fall into the clear blue water below, your body immediately sinking down, down towards the bottom.