You’ve Gotta Be Squiddin’ Me
mildterrorofthedeep
Ohgodishedrowning--
Your name is Joey Claire, and you’re watching the lake in Sector Six like a hawk. A mother hawk. A mother hawk who’d already lost a clutch once and was determined never to lose another baby again. Why?
Because this kid just dived underwater and had yet to resurface. It’s...been a while...
Look, for all you know, he could be from some world where humans have gills, or maybe he has magic, or something. You’ve certainly seen your fair share of odd things since you first woke up in this place. But...just in case you’re wrong...
You approach the water and peer down. If you see him swimming around peacefully in there and not gagging and blue in the face, you’ll assume all is well.
...What you see instead is the kid’s wide eyes as you choose the worst time to get in his way. He crests out of the water like some kind of heckin’ dolphin, splashing you with water and causing you to stumble back onto the grass, spluttering.
“Man, seriously?” you sigh, shaking out your jacket. Wet socks. Terrible. Well, at least he’s all right? You push your hair out of your eyes, meeting his gaze sheepishly. “You were, uh, down there for a while so I...thought I’d check in?”