The tall trees stood proudly despite the ferocity of the howling wind. Crimson leaves fell to the ground with as much grace as a dainty ballerina. The faint smell of a campfire lingered in the air and distant laughing and cheering sliced through the silent atmosphere like a sharpened knife. The cheering of the voice was the only trace of happiness left in this barren wasteland many fish people call home.
(Disclaimer: trees, leaves and campfires dont exist underwater, I lied. I just said that for dramatic effect).
"Hey, honeybuns, I'm home!" Sir Goldflippers called out, the melodic sound coming from his throat echoed through the burrow. (Fish don't live in burrows- this fanfiction is scientifically incorrect. Also Sir Goldflipper is not a fish he is but a mere penguin).
"Hey pookie bear..." Toby replied as enthusiastically as he could as Sir Goldflipper flipped and flopped into his personal space, kneeling down to give Toby a peck on the cheek. Tony pushed him away because he did not like unnecessarily sappy shows of affection. Toby and Sir Goldflipper were not compatible.
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Fishy Fanny - Toby x Doris (Love story)
Mystery / ThrillerToby is a depressed ginger fish who is in a homosexual relationship with Mr Goldflipper. Doris is a pro-life activist with a horrible lazy eye. A thriller story containing murder, mass destruction, nuclear bombs and ukuleles. Also Toby has an alter...
