Bart awoke to the sound of fussy being slapped.
It was him.
It was his fussy being slapped.
Bart s(creamed) and staggered backwards. Who, or whatever it was, was gone in an instant. He stared forward, struggling to ignore the eerie feeling crawling up his spine. He surveyed the area of what seemed like a cell. A series of rapid bubbles shot up from a peculiar network of cracks in the obsidian floor. He furrowed his brows, dreading what he would see once he lifted his head.
The jagged canyon walls towered high like skyscrapers. It was night time and the surface looked further than ever. Bart guessed it would take days of violent swimming to reach even half the way up...
How long had he been out?
He tore his eyes away from the sky and looked back at his surroundings. Staring forward he edged closer, hovering his fin next to the stream of bubbles. They were flaming hot. Bart hissed and snatched his fin back, rapidly jacking off the water in an attempt to cool down. He craned his neck closer to the firing bubbles to get a look at where they were coming from:
In the cracks, lay miles and miles of magma.
Bart grinned, "Sick-"
"'Ello there, little boy..." said a hoarse voice, cumming from the shadows. Bart felt himself tense up, he clearly wasn't alone.
"Uh, wys big man...?" replied Bart in a questioning tone, squinting his eyes trying to spot the owner of the voice.
Just as he was about to speak, a wet, hard, soft, lewd, fishy, girthy, squishy, slimey, sloppy, creamy, delicious, disgustingly spiny, sexy, beautiful,
fin slid its way up Bart's hole.
"Nya~! 😫💦- UH I MEAN AYO BIG MAN WHAT THE FUCK🤬 " he yelled, spinning around, protecting his fussy.
An old, mad looking fish stood (more...slumped) behind the bubbles. His scales were almost rusted, chipped and brown, his eyes twitched like flickering lights and his teeth sharp yet... few. His smile was oddly crooked... which was very creepy because he wouldn't stop smiling. However, he wore one of the most top tier fedora's Bart had ever seen. That itself was enough for Bart to validate him.
"Name's Ricky Dicky Matt I." the old fish croaked.
Bart stayed quiet, still mesmerised by the QUALITY of that GODDAMN FEDORA 😫💦 (no idea how a crusty fish like him got his fins on one of those but alr)
"But yous can calls me Rick."
"Calm." replied Bart, "Can you tell me how I got here? Man's bare confused."
Rick's laugh was like an old, tuneless bell.
"I is been seeing yous up there, alls alone." he licked his thin fish lips, Bart shivered.
"and I is been thinkings to me self, what's a river fish like yous been doin' away from home?"
Bart gulped heavily, "I was looking for something"
The old fish raised a hairy brow, "Don't fink you should be goin' out here alone, boy." Bart looked him up and down,
"You wanna scrap, big man?"
Rick's eyes widened and he shook his head violently, claiming he wanted nothing of the sort. He'd simply found Bart unconscious whilst snorting corals.
(that explains a lot)
The heat of the bubbles dissolved a lot of the salt in the surrounding water, that way Bart was able to gain consciousness again.
"Oh, respect" said Bart bluntly after hearing this story. "I'm gonna dip now." and he began the swim back to the top.
Rick's eyes turned down and he punched the sand aggressively, Bart (an empath) could see he was upset, and almost felt bad for him. But after remembering that Rick sniffed corals for a living, he didn't feel so empathetic.
