Goddammit was the word that ran through Dave's head as he stood up from where he had landed.

Where the hell was he? One moment he was chilling with Karkat and Jade, the next thing he knew he was falling in air.

Now, being god-tier and all, he could've just flied back up, bur for whatever reason, something was preventing him from doing so. He stood still for a moment to check if his powers were still there. Yep. The gears were turning. He still felt that faint flow of energy, waiting to be released. It must be something about this place that was making Dave incapable of flying.

Dave checked himself. Looks like he was wearing a new set of clothes. He was about to check his sylladex if he had any spare weapons he could use, but was thrown in for a surprise.

Instead of his sylladex popping up, he was greeted with a mini inventory thing with a limited space of only 8 items. So lame. "Might as well see where this thing takes me…" He told himself as he picked on a stray leaf that his sweater caught.

The sweater didn't look like much really, it was a pale red with two thin stripes going horizontally across his body, and the familiar red cog of his aspect, time, in between the two lines. That didn't mean it wasn't as comfy as fuck. Man, he was going to make sure Karkat saw this shit. It was too ironic and comfy to pass up.

Maybe Egderp would like it too. Speaking of which, Dave searched around his pockets – was he wearing shorts? With high knee socks too! The fuck? – to see if he had anything on him.

He felt a familiar cold box on his fingertips. At least his iPhone was still there.

Walking towards the only exit, a dark hallway that lead to this entrance thing, he tried calling his bro.

The number you have dialed is not within your reach. Please try going to another section and contact the number from there.

Dave cursed. Oh well, not much he could do.

Dave silently wished for his sword, though. What he would give for a weapon.

"Howdy! I'm Flowey!"

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Welcome to Stuck Underground!

No, this idea was not stolen from AO3 because the account is mine, thank you very much. If you don't believe me, I remember saying I was thinking of posting this to FFN sometime soon. I didn't say it was under a different name. Honestly, now that I think it, TSaaLoB is just too long a name.

'Time Shenanigans and a Load of Bull'. Really.

But anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Please note, however, that this story will not be updated regularly as I have on AO3. I have more priorities there than here, so. What can you do.

Primarily the reason is that I just don't want to deal with updating it on two sites because I have problems with the connection as it is.

Second, pesterlogs are a right bitch. I swear if I have to include another 'class="dave"' or a 'class="athred"' one more time -!

Eh. This A/N is way too long. Just...try to leave a review, yeah?