I'm a Stingray?

The little hole he swam into was rather large, just the entrance might be somewhere around 8 meters across. Felt like a couple of mansions at this point, although it was only the entrance.

Being in the right place however, was a problem that he did not have to worry about even for a blink.

The weird water... it was all around him, mucus green in colour, he could barely see what was 2 feet away. But yet this felt like the right place, not because of the advise he took from the needlefish but...

The weird water... it was calling him. Repeating his name.

"Timmy."

"Timmy."

"Timmy!"

Pissed of at this point, his shorter tempered sides emerged amongst reason. "What what what? I'm here. Let me bomb you already, gees!"

"But we love you Tim... be a part of the gas, be one with our weird water." The gas spoke out, soft by tone.

But yet he ignored every word and focused on What's more important. "The holy protection is amazeballs!"

Afterwards he had a sudden urge to scream it all out, there wasn't much to stop him from doing so. "Aaaaaaaa! I will bomb all of you! Muhuhuhuhahahaaa!"

A few fin wiggles later, he heard a disturbance in the cave water just about 5 meters away. And wondered that him being found had anything to do with that shout, yet he found no reason to believe such nonsense.

But yet safety and camouflage was a must... the gas told him. So with a violent slap against the water underneath, the little boy reached to the ceiling of this little underwater room/cave, his back kissing it.

And saw a big headed fish swimming 3 or so meters underneath him, carrying light brown and green colours, textured with a checkered patterns.

Silence remained firm as the enemy stalked the perimeter. In the meanwhile, Tim slowly swam across the ceiling, behaving as if a 100 meter long predator wanted his booty.

Slowly but surely, he swept all the way down to where that pufferfish came out of and followed what was a 3 foot wide tunnel.

Although to him it felt like half a second, the young man had swam for 100 meters across this tunnel! Massive, not even logical in some aspects so one can only guess that these pufferfish somehow bit through rock and coral to make this den based on individual or collective preference.

Thankfully quantity didn't stand against his favour, the only enemy he saw in this under the sea ground structure, was the one in the very beginning.

Yet he made sure to take a careful swim at a time, staying too close to either the ground or ceiling. Through that effort he also tried his best not to set off the stink bomb, which was rather hard considering that the walls kept cursing.

Cursing in that same matter of which the fisherman boy did, loud and possibly Italian. To of which he couldn't help thinking, "The holy protection isn't protecting me from these loud ass walls."

He finally found another opening, this one carried different characteristics, it was pitch black and there was no weird water on sight.

Tim doesn't nearly understand how these pufferfish made the water green up until a meter ago. But quite frankly, he doesn't want to know for the sake of avoiding turning green.

The first thing that greeted the boy was a... well pufferfish. This one was weirdly shaped, or at least that's what the boy's vision was representing to his little stingray mind.

This pufferfish was extremely fat, enough to be considered 2 feet wide! And it couldn't help make Timmy wiggle his tail in an urge for battle.

But through a jog of memories, he figured out that this greeter wasn't really a big threat. He recalled Kob and Konon. They became fatter before and it seemed in all ways, voluntary.

So he just swam away from the pufferfish and hoped he won't be followed, disappeared in the darkness this opening provided, to further his plans.

Swimming fast became a primary way of avoiding all trouble. As for being slick... well Timothy hasn't had the bust luck with it, sad considering that his natural camouflage is at level 4 without the aid of any temporary upgrades.

3 more pufferfish of the same species had captured his sense of sight while rushing through this dark depressing mist.

Each of these enemies weren't nearly happy to see the blue dotted stingray here but there was little they could do about it.

As the dark mist provided a proper deal of disappearing without even the faintest trace.

He swam directly down, in search of the bottom here. Although absolutely high at this point, it would be easy to find the exit.

Because through this dark eye poking mist, the bit of light breaching through the tunnel at the very point, was spottable no matter how far away the orange sea disk swam.

Through his maximum, fin slapping speed, feeling collision right on the noggin became the inevitable.

Tim could only hope that the stink bomb didn't puncture, he had seen 5 of these enemies so far but those numbers didn't really scream large.

So he wanted to seek more and more, explore with a good will of mass massacre. If there aren't anymore pufferfish here, it would be a good idea to puncture the forbidden bean in this very mist.

After the hard collision against the solid grey rock here, Timmy spotted something unusual just about 10 meters away.

The first thing to be concerned about was that he isn't supposed to see 10 meters away in this dark mist.

Bur yet he did... and it became further unusual the more time was lended on it. contemporary romance

It's an arm... a human hand if Tim recalled right. It was not even a skeleton and seemed recently deceased, the rest of its body wasn't there so this made it all the more perplexing.

But yet all Timmy could think of was, "How did a human squeeze through that tunnel?"

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