Haylock

45 - Taproot

Sergeant Snips scuttled beneath the waves surrounding Tropica, searching.

The moon high above shone its light down atop her, brightening the seafloor.

Despite the myriad benefits of her new body, it also had its detriments.

She no longer looked like a simple crab, and the moment any fish caught sight of her steady movement through the water, they fled.

A new tactic was necessary.

She traveled to a large boulder she knew was just east of her position. The moment t...

44 - The Plan

Barry’s face scrunched in obvious disgust as the oyster’s flavor and texture hit him.

He bit down a single time, and his disappointment only deepened.

He swallowed it whole, his whole body trembling.

“Yeahhhhhh,” I said, “they can be a bit much for the uninitiated.”

“W-water,” he begged.

I pointed toward the house.

“Inside.”

He nodded, and all but ran away, likely not wanting to offend me by sprinting.

Snips and Claws both st...