Peso stares out the window, grimacing at the corpse floating near the entrance. The red tinged water mingles with the deeper blue water outside. He glances at the Octopod, staring back at the dried blood on his hands as it shrinks in the distance.
Kaleidoscopes of coral flash past, the colour tainted with patches of bleach white, dead. He averts his gaze, focusing on the brightness of the sky above the sea. Kwazii tilts the nose of the gup towards the surface, they glide along the waves. The glittering blue waves reflect the sun, forcing Peso to shield his eyes. He hasn't been above the water for months.
They arrive at a small island, the water around it clear and blue. Pulling into a neat little port, they climb out of the gup and step onto the jetty.
"Here we are." Kwazii grimaces. His eyes glazing over momentarily. "Come on."
"Where are we-"
"Follow me."
Peso hurries after Kwazii, wondering if he could leave, even if he wanted to. Kwazii steps up a wide staircase, heading towards a gate near a large man wearing black. He has a cigarette in his mouth.
"I'd like to speak with yer boss."
"Who's askin'?" the man's breath reeks of smoke.
"A friend."
Picking up a radio, he presses a button. "Hey, Mr Nathan. A 'friend' wants to see you. And..." He removes his finger from the button. "Who's yer mate?" he gestures at Peso.
Kwazii gives him a look. Raising his eyebrows.
"And another 'friend'."
A voice blurred by static responds. "Yeah, I'm bored. Bring him in."
The two watch as the guard opens the gate, directing them up towards a room with wide open windows, bright light shining in. The light shines onto human skins lining the wall.
"I was wondering when you'd fulfil your end of our little agreement."
"Hello." Kwazii stares around the room.
Peso gazes at Kwazii, he looks like he's terrified. He was barely afraid when held at gunpoint, just shocked.
If he isn't afraid of death, what's scaring him now?
God I love that line. Dunno why but I felt like a creative genius writing it.
Please comment and vote coz I'm in need of serotonin<3
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Octonauts
FanfictionIt's just like the octopod you see on tv. But you don't always see what goes on behind the screen. If the Octonauts' life wasn't documented on public television, this is how it would go. Peso, is that rubbing alcohol or is it whiskey? This is set ar...
