[Sept21] Tribble Month 2: How could it get worse?

Theme: At the Bottom of the Ocean.

Optional prompt: “It had more eyes than I had bones in my body.” by SarcasticCupcake5.

This story is a follow-up to yesterday’s story, Dead on the Boat.

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I thought that being stranded on a boat with a dagger stuck in my stomach was the worst it could get. The boat tipping over and tossing me into the freezing water was simply expediting the inevitable.

Boy, oh boy, I was wrong. I’m now standing at the bottom of the ocean, somehow not actively drowning, and looking at a massive creature which was definitely looking at me from all directions. It had more eyes than I had bones in my body. At least I was fairly convinced it had, considering how massive it was and how many eyes it had.

When the creature curled tighter around me and shrunk the personal space that I had for myself, I could not help but open my mouth and say, “Oh crap.”

One of the many tentacles curled around the hilt of the dagger. I froze.

The tentacle yanked.