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Check out the awesome art of this scene by  kerjois, who has unfortunately had to move on from FA indefinitely, but all his art has been archived by  kerjois2 here:
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One day as dark clouds began to gather in the sky, heralding an impending deluge, the Baryonyx family felt a surge of restlessness. As drops of rain began to fall, the miniscule trickle of water that wound its way along the rocky bottom of the canyon gradually began swelling into a more powerful stream. Brook's family,who had been enjoying a remarkably peaceful existence for months, now found themselves torn between their instincts.

The rising water presented a dilemma, the primal urge to flee to higher ground clashed with the protective instinct to shield their supposedly injured, actually obese and extremely lazy pack mate. Her questionably mobile form, nestled comfortably in the nest, presented a challenge. Survival instincts, honed through countless generations warred with the familial duty they felt toward Brook.

Antsy and indecisive, the Baryonyx family communicated with increasingly panicked calls and body language, none of them certain if they should run or attempt to help Brook, who was still lounging contentedly in her nest, lazily chewing on a piece of prey her father had brought her earlier that day.

The elements unleashed their fury, and the family's restlessness intensified. Finally, having worked through the problem in his head and arriving at the conclusion that there was nothing they could do for Brook if she was unable to rise to her feet and get to safety herself, her father made up his mind and turned away, leading his fit family members up a steep rocky slope of boulders towards safety.

As the water level slowly crept over the edges of Brook's nest, the once oblivious Baryonyx suddenly found herself in a situation she couldn't ignore. Panic surged through her as the comfort of her nest became threatened. In a sudden realization, she began making increasingly frantic calls for help to her family, who observed the unfolding drama helplessly from high up on the rocky slope.

Months of being spoiled beyond belief had shielded Brook from the harsh realities of survival. The notion that she might need to take action herself to escape the impending danger hadn't yet crossed her mind. Her calls echoed through the rain soaked canyon, a desperate plea for the protection and care she had grown very accustomed to.

On the steep, wet slope, Brook's family, torn between their instinct to aid their helpless relative and their urge to find high ground and ride out the storm, watched as their spoiled and indulgent pack mate finally faced a threat to her cushy existence. It was only a matter of time after all before her luck ran out and survival of the fittest reasserted itself.

In the face of the impending flood, desperation finally spurred Brook into action. The realization that her family was powerless to shelter her from a force of nature forced her to attempt the laborious process of standing, a feat she hadn't bothered to attempt in months. Every inch of progress was an agonizing struggle, her lard bloated body resisting her attempt to rise.

Brook’s weak muscles, atrophied from prolonged disuse, trembled under the weight of her own mass. Every second of exertion was met with a wave of exhaustion, but determination and panic flickered in her eyes. Inch by inch, she fought against the grip of gravity, her breath labored, and her frame shaking with the effort, sending ripples through her abundant layer of fat.

Finally, with a surge of sheer desperation, Brook succeeded. Standing up for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she surveyed the scene around her with a mixture of exhaustion and apprehension at the realization that her struggles were far from over. If she was going to escape the rising water, she was going to have to haul herself over to the rocky slope her family had ascended and attempt to climb up after them. Reluctantly, she weakly lifted one flabby leg slightly off the ground and planted it a little bit in front, taking her first step in quite some time.

Waddling through her waterlogged nest, her movements were laborious and lethargic. Brook now navigated the rocky terrain with a ponderous gait, the weight of her own body a cumbersome reminder of the months of indulgence. Every plodding step set a rippling wave of jiggling lard in motion. Her haunches and rear rear wobbled the most vigorously since any previous hint of muscle tone there had long been replaced with thick rolls of pure lard. The distant rocks, where her family watched apprehensively, beckoned her to safety, but the daunting challenge of a couple dozen steps still lay between her and the base of the slope.

A few labored strides into her monumental exertion, Brook's resolve wavered. Exhausted, wheezing for breath, her heart pounding in her chest and her pulse reverberating in her ears, she quickly came to a stop, having reached the limits of her meager stamina no matter how dire the situation was.

Suddenly, the sound of rushing water grew to a roaring crescendo as a wall of floodwater appeared and raced down the canyon towards the beached, breathless baryonyx. Brook’s eyes narrowed with panic as she saw the approaching torrent and despite her exhaustion managed to take a few more sluggish, desperate waddling steps before she was caught up in the flood water and whisked out of sight of her watching family in seconds. They remained safe from the flood water on their lofty perch on the rocks, but they called out nervously to Brook as she disappeared in the raging flood.

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