Bart wriggled and weaved his way down the river, growing closer and closer to the estuary. Gregory followed close behind, nipping at his fins anxiously. Whenever they heard the slightest rustle or ripple, they dived to the bottom of the river and hid among the thicc bed of sea grass.
Soon, they arrived at the canyon. The bridge between the river and deep... girthy ocean-chan. 😩
Bart stared into the darkness. Almost losing himself in the shadows that seemed to stretch for miles. Gregory began shaking his head vigorously, insisting that they should turn back. Only then did Bart manage to tear his eyes away completely.
But he wouldn't have it.
"Snap out of it you buffoon." growled Bart, flashing his sexy sharp fangs (A/N: i am aware fish do not have fangs, Bart is just built different 💦).
Gregory shot his eyes back up at him, staring him down. He opened his mouth to say something, but then seemed to change his mind.
"What is it?" asked Bart.
No response.
"Greg. My drilla. You can tell me."
A pause, and then.
"What if he's here..."
Bart hadn't thought of that.
But surely it was just some silly old wives tale...
right?
A shiver cumshot down his spine. Bart shook his head, "That's preposterous. Don't tell me you still believe in that kind of thing, G?"
Gregory bowed his head in embarrassment, "Just taking precautions, Bart." he whimpered submissively.
"Hey," Bart placed a slippery fin onto Gregory's t̶h̶i̶c̶k̶ ̶j̶u̶i̶c̶y̶ ̶c̶h̶e̶e̶k̶s̶ shoulder, "Don't worry, bro. I gotchu."
Gregory blushed, swatting Bart's fin away. "I know that."
Bart immediately spat on him and sent him flying across the canyon, Gregory proceeding to scream like he was getting bummed up the ass. This made him chuckle.
After a few moments of silence-
"ALL CLEAR" yelled the timid fish, his voice cracking mid-sentence.
Bart smirked sexily and shot across the canyon, daring to look down (bc he's a badass emo).
Hot, steamed bubbles rose hastily from the shadows below. Each one threatening to burst, most likely leaving a permanent scar on whoever it touched. Jagged rocks lined the canyon walls, Bart didn't want to imagine how many fish bones lay at the bottom of that death trap.
He shuddered and picked up his pace,
"Oi, that canyon might have even been hotter than your mom last ni-" He was cut off by the sudden absence of his friend.
Gregory was gone.
