Sky raced through the woods, sprinting as fast as he could. Jungle squids. Why was it always jungle squids? His musings were cut short as he reached the beach. Where was that boat?
He'd come out to the island after hearing rumors that it was inhabited by the mysterious "butter-flies". Hoping to see them for himself, he'd built a boat and sailed to it. Unfortunately, now his boat was gone, and jungle squids were only a few seconds behind him…
Sky knew what to do. Pulling out his golden sword, he waited for the squids to appear. This first one would run straight onto the blade. It always happened. And the second one would tangle in its tentacles. Again, it always happened. The third? He'd lop its head off. And the fourth would run away screaming like a very frightened squid.
But this time, something was different. The squids hadn't attacked him yet. He was sure that they'd been following him. Sky had heard their sinister, derpy muttering as they chased him. YOSO. The butter is ours. Slay the Butter Warrior. Slay him! It was terrifying, and even thinking about it gave Sky chills.
Risking a glance behind him, Sky froze, and then laughed. Of course. There was his boat. It had always been there. Right? Backing towards the water slowly, he carefully stepped into the boat, sliding away from the island. The hunt for the elusive butter-fly would have to wait. Sky didn't want to risk the chance of a squid sneak attack as he searched. He'd let them calm down, and…
Splash. A noise brought Sky's attention back to the water. Looking around, he saw nothing, and smiled to himself. He must be getting paranoid. Turning back to his paddles, Sky struck out for home. He already missed his butter throne.
Splash. Splash splish. Sploosh. He frowned. There must be something in the water. Some seaweed, perhaps, or… Oh no. Squids. Sky had been so preoccupied by the jungle squids, he'd forgotten about his nemesis. He had to get out of here, before the Squid King arrived. Redoubling his efforts, Sky began to row as fast as he could.
There was no point. Tentacles wrapped around his boat, preventing him from escaping. Reaching for his sword, Sky realized that it was gone. The squids must have taken it while he was distracted. This situation was rapidly getting worse.
Drawing his butterknife, Sky began to hack at the tentacles that held him in place. However, his butterknife did not make for the most efficient weapon. He had managed to sever one tentacle when the head of his arch enemy rose from the water. The Squid King. Despite himself, Sky cringed in fear. His day had just gotten a whole lot worse.
With a chuckle that sounded like the death scream of a toad, the Squid King smiled, spreading his tentacles out above the water. "Sky," he boomed, his ghastly breath drifting towards the boat. "I think we have a change of destination." At a flick of the Squid King's tentacles, his minions flipped the boat over, dumping Sky and his buttery gear into the sea.
Dun Dun Dun! Next chapter coming soon!
