Dead Fish Splatoon Novels & Stories

No one stopped him as he pulled Harvey by his collar and yelled, "You're a bastard, Harvey! Maddison is a good woman, yet you actually beat her to death!" They had all seen my tattered body in the garden pavilion earlier. "I… beat her to death?" Harvey looked up, shocked. "Wasn't she… trying to use her death to—" Before he could finish his laughable words, he was already punched to the ground once again. None of the others stopped the young man. Even Grandma had only closed her eyes briefly before watching everything with her own two eyes. The young man named Joshua Fisher teared up as he landed punch after punch on Harvey's face. "Shut up! How could you… How could you do that? She was such

Nora said, "Henry suddenly said a few days ago that he wanted to be a groom. I was just trying to help him recover quickly. Don't worry, once we're registered and done with the wedding, I'll immediately apply to the court to revoke the declaration of your death and restore our marriage." I let out a cold laugh and shrugged her hand off me. Staring at the marks all over her body, I said icily, "A fake wedding? If it's just a fake wedding, who gave you all those marks on your body? It seems like our marriage is the fake one!"

Leo stared at Rael, pointing at the fish pond, “Rael, look, look, you fed the fish to death! Stop feeding them! They’re gonna die of overeating!” Rael choked, “...I didn’t feed them to death.” Leo clearly didn’t believe him, “Then what was it? I saw you secretly dump a whole basin of bait in! It was you!” Rael rolled his eyes, “So they’re not allowed to commit suicide?” Leo shocked and disgusted, “...Suicide?!” Rael with a serious face, “Yeah, if it’s not me feeding them to death, it must be suicide.” Leo: “...”

Rogers face. Astra is stunned, but not surprised, her eyes on his dirtied face. "If you kill my life's work, I'll kill you." he threatens, and Astra laughs. "There you are, you son of a bitch. I've been cleaning up your messes, ya know." she replies, typing in another code, as more darts spread out around the area, making some of the kids drop like flies. The screen goes blank, and the glint of a gun is shown on the screen.

“Zoe, I’m back.” He held me tight. “I’m not dead. I’m back.” I stayed in his arms, still. His acting was better than I expected. Tears welled up in his eyes, his voice shook, his hands trembled. If I hadn’t known he was on a Maldivian beach just two weeks ago, drinking coconuts, I might have believed it. “Ethan…” my voice trembled, “you really aren’t dead?” “I’m not dead.” He let go, cupping my face with both hands.

The place was a complete mess. My dad, Richard Marshall, sat in his wheelchair, grief written all over his face. His voice trembled as he said, "Noah, why won't you believe us? Vic is dead. There wasn't even a body left to bury." Noah spat on the ground. "Nonsense! Do you really think you can fool me with a story like that? Victoria loved me too much to die and leave me behind!" With a single glance from him, two of the men behind him yanked my dad out of the wheelchair and beat him without mercy.

He said gently, "Sadie, let the past die with yesterday. From now on, you will be reborn anew. I hope your days from here on will be filled with joy." Standing on the rooftop, Nemera raised her champagne glass, clinking it against his before drinking it all in one breath. "Now, I have only one regret left," Nemera said softly. "What is it?" Noah asked. Nemera looked at him with a strange smile. "Well, my regret is… that you're still alive." "What did you say?" Noah's eyes widened. Suddenly, he clutched his head and dropped to his knees. "How's the champagne with a little something extra?" she asked sweetly.

It laughed so hard that even some of the crying stopped — people freezing mid-sob, stunned by the sheer insanity of the sound. I could feel it vibrating through my chest, every note cutting through my ribs. When it finally stopped, it wiped an invisible tear from the corner of its eye and said, still chuckling, “Have you forgotten?” Its grin twisted. “You’re also dead.” The man’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” he whispered, barely audible. The Game Master leaned down until their foreheads almost touched. “Dead,” it repeated, dragging the word out like a lover’s whisper. “Every single one of you. Including you. You died. You’re not alive.”

“But don't worry! Dying is the first step.” Dead? My blood ran cold. He smirked. “Just don’t do it again.” “This is nonsense. I refuse to listen. Let me out of this fucking insane bus,” I yelled, hitting the metal ground with my right foot. The man was too cold. Too cold to the point you could not look into his eyes for too long. As if he was a grim reaper. “It’s too late. The game has already been activated, and you have been registered as a player.” His voice was too quiet. Too hazardous.

You'll never find me, Killian. I'm in that cold morgue, waiting for your order to be turned into a pile of ash. #