Bubble Guppies Skeleton Novels & Stories

They looked like skeletons. ‘Skeletons? Wait!’ Zephyr thought. He quickly focused on what he saw with more intensity. His eyes glowed as he focused. These creatures were extremely thin, to the point where their bone ridges could be made out. They were covered in a thin sheet of skin. Such a sight could only lead Zephyr to think of only one creature — they were vampires!

What the hell had I just seen? In all respects, I’m thankful that to this day only distorted, fragmentary half-images remain of what I saw flopping in that water-filled bathtub. Those fingers, fish-belly white and slimy, had sprouted from a hand and arm of the same color. It had reached up from a body the same as it. Huge, bulging and reptilian-fish eyes had glared unblinkingly from beneath the water, and . . . and . . . Gills. Several rows of them, slits on either side of that . . . thing’s neck, from its ears to its collarbone. Gills, puckering in white skin, pink around the edges, fluttering open and shut in rhythmic pulses, bubbling . . . breathing underwater.

They had different traits like scales, legs, plate-like skin, wings, even one of them had compound eyes, David got a scare at the sight of so many critters and shivered a little behind the screen, but tried to remain calm. "Retreat!" He repeated when he saw that the skeleton was more steady, it nodded before making his retreat. Only to be shot down by a barrage of acid from almost all of the worms. Its bones got dissolved very quickly, and only a pool of white liquid remained on the floor a couple of seconds later. [YOU HAVE DIED] [Your last unit will respawn with you] [Your last unit will have -20% XP upon respawn]

A mix of blood and pus hung heavily in the air. Using a hand to cover her nose and mouth, the ghastly sight of dead fish is all Journee could see. Some were bloated three times their original size with eyeballs half hanging out of its sockets. A few with gnarly gash lines on their fins and across their gills. Struggling to stay afloat the right side up, a few orange and white koi had extra-large bumps on their backs. On the few fishes who had their entrails exposed to the sun, maggots had started feasting and growing in number.

Barely wider than my shoulders. We swam toward it. Then I saw it. A shape—massive, pale, drifting in the slow current. At first I thought it was some giant aquatic predator—something ancient and hungry that had claimed this pool as its lair. My heart slammed against my ribs. I froze, fins of panic spreading through my chest. Then the current turned it. A wolf skeleton.