You seriously wish you had a stick or something right now. Since you don't, you'll have to do this the hard way. Crouching at the end of the pipe, you touch a fingertip to the water. Its' strangely warm, but aside from that, it seems to be water. Another sniff of the air reveals nothing more than the cloying scent, but you resolve to breathe as shallowly as possible. You can't see beneath the surface of the water, leaving you with no idea of its' depth.
You step off the end of the pipe, and promptly stumble as you don't find the floor where you thought it would be. Gasping as the warm water envelopes your legs past your knees, you stagger almost eight feet into the chamber, splashing loudly, before regaining your balance. You find yourself standing thigh-deep in warm, tepid water. You reflexively sigh in relief, taking a deep lungful of the air in.
Your head swoons, and a warmth ignites in your loins, your nipples stiffening against your shirt. Surprised, you nearly suck in another lungful of air, but a part of you stifles that urge, instead holding what air you have in your lungs. In the ensuing silence, a faint sizzling sound emanates from somewhere near you, though you can't place where from. The water also seems...thicker, heavier, than it should be, though you can't place why.
Your mind churns. There's something seriously weird going on here. Turning back means facing the tentacled monster again, but maybe that's better than here after all. The question is, do you turn back, or make for one of the other pipes anyway?
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