Klonoa was off adventuring in an area he hadn't been before yet. He was in his usual attire, a blue shirt with a zip pin hanging from the front. He had dark blue shorts, as well as a blue cap with a logo attached, as well as his red shoes with white laces and soles. He was planning on exploring and finding some new sights or perhaps some items. He came to a mix between a desert and a forest area, with some lush, green landscape, combined with dry, desertified earth in some spots, which he decided to avoid. He was being cautious, until he realised there was nothing dangerous around, instead deciding to just head straight through at a quickened pace, his footsteps much heavier than before instead of checking the ground with each step. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen anyone around, friendly or not, but he threw that from his mind and decided to focus on the surrounding areas. After a few moments of walking, his foot landed on the ground, but it wasn't solid, and he quickly fell forward into it. He had heard of such things before, but couldn't think why he hadn't seen it earlier. He groaned to himself and tried to pan his arms around in search of solid ground to gain support, already slowly sinking to about his knees, the damp quicksand seeping into his shoes. "Ugh...Quicksand...Wonderful." When he first sunk in, the entire surface bubbled, sinking down in the middle in the shape of a tent, then splashing back up to cover up to his ankles. The entire surface then seemed to wobble, almost like a jelly, before eventually coming to a standstill. He tried to remain calm, but was noticeably becoming more and more fearful when he sank lower and lower, his arms not able to reach anything to gain some grip. He kicked with his legs, only to realise that pulling back only make him sink deeper into the quicksand due to the tight suction. He assumed he would reach the bottom, but began to worry when the quicksand started to float up the legs of his shorts, the fabric floating a little above the quicksand before being sucked down with him. He was not starting to shake, his smile quickly fading. He layed his hands flat on the surface of the quicksand and pushed down, hoping it would help him float a little, but let out a surprised yelp, when his arms sunk down completely. He was now up to his waist in the quicksand, the suction still tugging on his legs, slowly submerging him even further, the speed increasing with each squirm he made. It took all his strength, but he manage to lift one arm out of the quicksand, albeit it was much heavier, covered in the thick, glucous mixture of sand and water. As his legs kicked underneath the quicksand, the surface was barely being affected by now, although it was still slightly quivering and wobbling, mostly affected by his free hand laying on top of the quicksand. He started to turn from side to side, but this only proved to suck him down even quicker, his eyes glancing around as far as he could, eventually spotting someone standing nearby. He waved high in the air and started to shout for help, only to have to start screaming as he writhed helplessly, the male apparently not interested in providing any help. "H-Help! Are you blind?!" He whimpered, one tear forming at the corner of his eye, his voice quavering a little. His shirt was now floating on top of the quicksand as he sunk into his tummy, the moisture soaking into his clothing and fur, making them much heavier and tighter, causing him to gasp and pant quietly. The quicksand stuck to his clothing like cement, barely able to move his lower half at all at this point. "Do you want me to die?! Help me!" He screamed a few more times, eliciting nothing more than a grin from the bystander. Once he sank up to his chest, any hope of escaping seemed dim to him, his shirt now being sucked down with the rest of him, slowly slipping beneath the surface of the quicksand. He was starting to cry now, giving up all hope of ever escaping and seeing his home again. His squirming and writhing had stopped, save for a slight twitch every now and again as he gasped for breath, the thick quicksand compressing around his chest, making it difficult to breathe. By now, the quicksand had risen up to his chin, his whimpering causing the still surface to wobble slightly, his arm floating just above the surface of the quicksand. He turned his head, glaring at the male with tear-soaked eyes, clumps of quicksand hanging to his chin. He said nothing, just simply stared in solemn and contempt at the male that made no attempt to save him. Had he been waiting here for this the whole time? His mind was ablaze, but not with anger, only sorrow. He knew he was done. The quicksand quickly sunk up to his lips, covering them quite quickly, bubbles floating to the surface as he clenched his mouth shut, some of the thick quicksand filling the inside of his mouth before he could though. Out of reflex, he started to cough, his upper lip barely above the quicksand, but he quickly turned his head from side to side, the quicksand filling up his mouth instantly, to the back of his throat. No matter how much he swallowed, he couldn't breathe, only taste the quicksand, feeling it weigh him down even more. He was still staring at the male, the quicksand slowly rising to his nose. One they reached the bottom of his small nose, he clenched his eyes and took a deep breath, knowing it would probably be his last one, before he sunk even more, the quicksand filling above his nose and the bottom of his eyes. He had to keep them closed, his heartbeat racing and thumping against his chest as he held his breath, but he wasn't able to hold it long enough. He inhaled deeply through his nose, causing him to whine and splash around as much as he could, the quicksand barely making any movement to indicate so. Small bubbles and globs were all that were visible, rising upwards quickly and in abundance at first, but quickly slowing down, the last of his breath reaching the surface. He raised his hand straight up, in one last attempt at grabbing onto anything, until his eyes slipped beneath the surface, his large ears floating on the surface, slightly being tugged underneath, but still remaining afloat for the time being. His hat was next, floating on the surface as his head ducked beneath the quicksand, leaving it with a thick, heavy coating of quicksand along the rim and inside of the hat, but it was still light enough to float. The bubbles from his last few breaths reached the surface, knocking the hat to the side, allowing it to float away slightly, away from where he was. His arm stiffened, his fingers outstretched as one last, lone bubble hit the surface, popping, showing his last breath. The quicksand was the only thing keeping his arm outstretched, the thick material like cement even further, keeping it in place, his clothes tight to his body and his entire form stretched out flat. He had started to sink a little quicker now, his ears getting sucked beneath the quicksand, which was now up to his wrist. The surface of the quicksand was still, no evidence of Klonoa having been there, save for his fingers, which were slowly being sucked underneath, one by one, never to be seen again.