So, people asked, and I decided to give. A fanfiction about Fishface. That, and I'm bored. That seems to be my motivation for most of my stories. Sorry, I couldn't think of any clever fish puns to title this one.
He was drowning. That's what it felt like. In all his years of being a criminal on the streets, he'd had many close escapes, including a few with water, so he knew what almost drowning felt like. But how could he be drowning on dry land? Every breath that he tried to draw just seemed to make him have even less oxygen. "Help…me…" he begged, not even knowing who he was begging to. Red dots started to pop up as he grew closer to unconsciousness. He didn't think he was going to last much longer. With one last attempt at breathing, Xever slipped into darkness.
When he woke up, he was underwater. He was also breathing. What had happened? And why was he not drowning? Had he died? Is this what death was like? He tried to move, he tried to do a freestyle kick, but ended up doing a side to side motion. Why'd he do that? He looked over to his uncoperating legs, and gasped, mouth filling with water. His legs were gone! In their place was a pinkish red tail. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, and realized that he wasn't exactly breathing. Instead he was taking water into his mouth and running it over…his gills. He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice that he had begun to swim back and forth, the underwater equivalent of pacing. What he did notice was his stomach growling. When was the last time he had eaten? How long was he out?
Normally, Xever would've just walked down to a restaurant or the fridge in the Purple Dragons headquarters and helped himself. But now, he realized, if he left the water he would start land-drowning, unable to move anywhere, anyway. He was trapped in this stupid fish-tank! Unable to bust heads, go on missions, rough up his Purple Dragons when they were being absolute idiots. Unable to go home, or get food for himself, would someone have to feed him, then? God, he couldn't even walk anymore! As the list of things he could no longer do grew larger and larger, he got angrier; Xever was not one to take having all of his freedom being gone well. Xever's now cold blood had begun to boil as he remembered Bradford's actions on top of the Wolf hotel. What was he thinking? Jabbing his sword into a bomb filled with who-knows-what? That idiot, Bradford! I'm sure this is all his fault. Xever doesn't dwell in self-pity, he gets mad. He ran his tongue over his new razor sharp teeth, thinking of various painful ways to get Bradford back for this. He grinned sadistically to himself as he pictured sinking his new fangs into Bradford's arm. He'd get back at that petty rich-boy. In the middle of his vengeful thoughts, someone opened up a hatch on the top of his tank. Curious what was going on in the outside world, he swam over to the opening and looked to see who opened it. He couldn't believe his eyes, it was… some kind of dog-thing. The puzzle pieces clicked into place, as Xever realized what he was looking at. "Bradford!?" Never mind about biting him, this was almost good enough. "Well, you look horrible. Do you need a scratch behind the ears, pooch?" Then he started laughing causing a column of bubbles to rise to the surface. Then Bradford growled, he actually growled, and replied, "This coming from a talking fish whose stuck being a decoration for Master Shredder's throne room." Xever narrowed his eyes (at least he still had eyelids, he thought that fish didn't have any) and retorted back, "At least I'm somewhat threatening. You're practically fluffy, an adorable pet for Master Shredder." Bradford leaned in closer, giving another growl as if to prove how threatening he was. Big mistake. Xever grinned to himself and then jumped to bite Bradford like he planned. He almost let go in shock as he felt something leave through his two massive teeth, but stayed on until Bradford ripped him off and threw him back into the pool. Oh, that felt good. thought Xever as he smirked in satisfaction. "You stupid fish!" Bradford started to yell, but his words became slurred and he fell, crashing to the ground. "See, Bradford, I am threatening. If I could only get out of this tank, I could easily take out those turtles" he ended up saying this last part to himself, because Bradford started mumbling on about Shredder as a dogcatcher, or some other nonsense. Why was he acting like this? All Xever did was bite him. Ah, well. Xever never cared for Bradford, and only liked him less now that he had confined him to this stupid tank. After his humiliating defeat on the roof of the hotel, Xever knew that he would have to prove his usefulness to Master Shredder. And he could only do that once he got out of this tank.
For this one, there's defiantly going to be more. Stay tuned. (You know what's weird, and kind of unfair? There's no Fishface/Xever or Bradford/Dogpound character choice for Ninja Turtles. How weird is that? You figured that they'd be pretty important.)