Echo The Dolphin: Final Memories
Legal Sh*t: I dont own Echo or any of the components that may be involved in this story. honestly, i dont know who DOES own this name... but it sure as hell aint me.
How had this come to be? It all started out like a normal day... Echo was enjoying a fine breakfast of small fish when the attackers came. what did he do to deserve this?.... Why was the past coming back to him NOW?...
It was not too long ago when he had first been out on his own... battling sharks, squids, giant underwater CRYSTALS... but THIS was the end of him? THIS!?
Now all he could hear was waves... waves and.... Seagulls? There were no seagulls under the water.... and what was that smell?... it was arcidic.... it burned his bottle-shaped nose. And these creatures.... what kinda enemy were they? They stood on two legs... all 5 of them. They looked down at Echo and just stared. One of them said something and pointed at the Dolphin's flank.
These creatures did'nt have to swim to live. they stood upright. they breather from holes on their oddly shaped heads. That smell was radiating from something simialr 2 of the 5 had in their mouths... but why? why was Echo, the defender of the seas, being looked over by bipods?
This was not pondered for long when Echo felt a sharp stabbing pain just in-front of his blow-hole. It was his last feeling he felt, just before seeing his life's blood pool before him.
'What a haul...' said one of the Fishermen. 'How much you think they'll pay for this one?'
'Hopefully more than they paid for that one we caught last week...' Said the other fisherman, extinguishing his cigarett on the desceased dolphins head. 'But this is Bumblbee tuna We work for... so we'll be able to LIVE of this one...'
With his mind spokenfor, he signaled to the piolit of the fishing craft to take off and head for home.
'Dolphin-Safe my ass!' The captain yelled as he tossed an empyt can of Bumblbee tuna into the churning ocean.
From that day on, the seas never were that safe again.
Well folks, you can call me sick, you can call my perverted... but that was the MOST fun fic i have ever written. now that you have read it, review it! Flame, threaten, or praise. It's all the same to me.
-Jose
Legal Sh*t: I dont own Echo or any of the components that may be involved in this story. honestly, i dont know who DOES own this name... but it sure as hell aint me.
How had this come to be? It all started out like a normal day... Echo was enjoying a fine breakfast of small fish when the attackers came. what did he do to deserve this?.... Why was the past coming back to him NOW?...
It was not too long ago when he had first been out on his own... battling sharks, squids, giant underwater CRYSTALS... but THIS was the end of him? THIS!?
Now all he could hear was waves... waves and.... Seagulls? There were no seagulls under the water.... and what was that smell?... it was arcidic.... it burned his bottle-shaped nose. And these creatures.... what kinda enemy were they? They stood on two legs... all 5 of them. They looked down at Echo and just stared. One of them said something and pointed at the Dolphin's flank.
These creatures did'nt have to swim to live. they stood upright. they breather from holes on their oddly shaped heads. That smell was radiating from something simialr 2 of the 5 had in their mouths... but why? why was Echo, the defender of the seas, being looked over by bipods?
This was not pondered for long when Echo felt a sharp stabbing pain just in-front of his blow-hole. It was his last feeling he felt, just before seeing his life's blood pool before him.
'What a haul...' said one of the Fishermen. 'How much you think they'll pay for this one?'
'Hopefully more than they paid for that one we caught last week...' Said the other fisherman, extinguishing his cigarett on the desceased dolphins head. 'But this is Bumblbee tuna We work for... so we'll be able to LIVE of this one...'
With his mind spokenfor, he signaled to the piolit of the fishing craft to take off and head for home.
'Dolphin-Safe my ass!' The captain yelled as he tossed an empyt can of Bumblbee tuna into the churning ocean.
From that day on, the seas never were that safe again.
Well folks, you can call me sick, you can call my perverted... but that was the MOST fun fic i have ever written. now that you have read it, review it! Flame, threaten, or praise. It's all the same to me.
-Jose