I'm a Stingray?

Although the fire behind him was in all aspects raging, it didn't necessarily damage Timmy. The disaster solely had a radius where green gas was mixed with the blue one.

This tunnel had no such thing so that necessarily rendered the tunnel as a safe place to lay his fins on.

Although not at all tired, he laid on the grey rock to observe just what the hell happened. Because this situation had no thread of making sense, yet he wants to puzzle it all together.

Raging thoughts ran through his mind, using all the available brain cells used for focusing, stating one theory after the other.

"So I got in this place, the gas was supposed to kill anyone who didn't consume the holy protection but yet it didn't kill these pufferfish."

"Wait... that long fish mentioned something about these puffers being born around it."

"But how long is this weird water here? I never even knew stuff like that existed."

"Must be some kinda magic. Is it magic? No, I don't think so. That old bag of bones didn't mention anything about magic. She would brag about it if it was truly magic."

"She said something about knowing how to use the holy tar... and somehow got the fish under mind control or drugged or whatever."

"This doesn't make sense! None of this is normal. How the hell can yucky green tar even be down here!"

"And how did that angler lady make the weird water explode... water isn't supposed to explode!"

"Hmmm maybe there is something the friendly puffers didn't tell me... this is all too odd."

Well that's where the self counselling session met an end, he had settled with the thought of blaming the fish who sent him here.

Thankfully he did not receive any damage, not even a single bar dropped but there isn't enough transparency in this situation and Timmy thinks that's no accident.

So he detached from the flat-ish rock underneath and slowly started swimming away through the rest of the tunnel.

Swimming slowly however, might not have been the brightest idea as something significant captivated him.

"God! That smells like burned ass!" He yelled out and then comprehended why the weapon was called a stink bomb.

Rushing out of the tunnel became a new idea that he had a lot of motivation to follow. Because only the smell itself was strong enough to cause a blurry vision, when paired with being absolutely high then the scale weighs heavier on disorientation.

But thankfully no disaster captivated the young one, he made it out of that tunnel and then browsed the first dark mist he met. For the sake of seeing the friendly hand once more and giving it a greet.

But it wasn't there for some reason, Timmy had genuinely spent about 5 minutes looking for that good unit but luck wasn't given to him this time.

So he made for the only bit of light through this mist, to follow the next tunnel that was most definitely longer, 100 meters or so.

One thing in particular that Timmy loved about this tunnel was the 3 foot long width it provided. The prime reason behind it was easily the ability to move so freely.

The vibe it gave was also something he treasured. Now that the holy protection effects were definitely less effective, he could comprehend his surroundings without feeling like travelling was light speed fast.

The tunnel here seemed like a massive worm had punctured the rock and coral, to make a badass under the sea ground den and lived here for like a million years.

The chipped stones, out of order and sticking out like a zit, gave out such a thought. Nothing about this tunnel seemed natural at this point but he can't think of a creature strong enough to make this large place.

As he was just about to reach the end of the tunnel, his vision was blessed with a good reminder that his memorisation capabilities were equal to that of a carrot's.

Another checkered pufferfish was charging towards him, most definitely at full speed. And he didn't notice it coming due to taking time with admiration of this weird tunnel.

So in all means, he didn't notice the checkered pufferfish before it got just a foot away.

Out of reflex, he tried to flap his wings like a desert eagle and swim out of the way.

Almost did so even, but such a flap was only a recipe to disaster all thanks to the prime fact of meeting the enemy eye to eye. The attempt to get away got him into more trouble.

The pufferfish had its mouth wide open with an attempt of landing a bite, so Tim accidentally swam right through the enemy's mouth.

In this one, it felt snug as hell! Mostly because this enemy was smaller. The stingray had a hard time understanding just how he lunged right through this enemy's mouth.

But luckily no damage was dealt against his body, the only problem was the snug spot here that once again made the boy feel like a salami.

Out of a sudden he felt the surroundings expanding, genuinely able to turn around because of it and peep at his surroundings.

His first thought was, "Well shit. The cave ate me."

But after peeking at the skin walls, he came up with a second thought. "Oh wait, the pufferfish puffed."

Understanding whom had superiority at this point, Tim formed into that golden banana formation and lunged through the roof of this joint with that prime goal of dealing proper damage.

His stinger had no trouble whatsoever to puncture through skin and bone from the feels of it. Made the young boy think that upgrading the tail might not be something he needed anytime soon.

[Checkered pufferfish killed. 10 system points have been given as a reward.]

[Total system points = 83]

Right after, the yellow coated sea pancake could feel his surroundings closing in once more.