[Freakin Fuzzle Force]

I don't think this is the only gabbit fanfic ever, since there are over 1000 posts in Fan Corner... Oh, and by the way, I know I'm great and everything, but I'm not perfect, so don't be shy to say it if you think something could be better, it will only help make this story even greater! So here it is, fellow readers, Chapter 2!!! It might take some time before chapter 3 come out though, 50% exams Monday, Tuesday and wednesday and an overnight party on thursday and friday. So don't really expect it before Saturday. It will only help the suspence!

Chapter 2

What had exactly happened? I couldn’t tell. Too many questions were flying around in my mind, and I struggled to answer them with rational answers. Not really conscious of anything around me, I fell on my face a couple of time, which actually helped me to get back to reality. A good swim would certainly help me change my mind too.
I was almost out of the forest. Finally, I could talk to some guys about that. Oh, it wouldn’t be very useful anyway, they would just tell me they we right about the “dry world”. Well, this experience sure had been kinda fun…
What is that?!? As I reached Pumer’s Bay, I briefly stood in terror. There were easily a hundred boats covering the wide bay. I walked slowly forward, and stared at myself in the water. Something caught my attention, not on my reflection, but on my webbed foot: A black drawing was covering part of it. The tattoo clearly represented water.
Where was that coming from? Maybe when I touched the statue? “Don’t be silly, I told myself, a tattoo can’t appear just by touching a statue! It’s got to be a stupid joke… but what with all those boats?”
I jumped into the water, but saw no one. I carefully moved inward the bay. There usually had a lot of gabbits loitering around here. I let out a long, sharp whistle… no answer. Another one, as intense as I could.
A faint answer from the darkness reached my ear. I distinguished a pale silhouette from the blue water. As the gabbit approached, I swarmed him with questions, but he didn’t bother answering them. It was one of my thirty-seven brothers, Gludzel. He looked panicked, and didn’t even listen to me.
-Gludzel? What the hell is going on in here?
-Go away Crump! Swim! Fast! Or they will catch you!
Only then I realized he wasn’t alone, there was something behind him. Gludzel suddenly stopped swimming. He struggled for a few seconds but the legless creature hit him hard on the head. It attached something to the leg of my brother, who just floated in direction of the nearest boat.
The slig looked at me, and moved with an automotive propeller. I swam to the shore as fast as I could. He moved faster than me though. So that’s what they call technology? Well you be damned technology!
He was close, and would catch me soon. It was no use. I looked behind me, daydreaming about myself killing this bastard, with rage, blood lust and hatred. Suddenly, right in front of me, water formed a strong current, then stronger and stronger, but it didn’t seem to affect me, it actually ran around me.
The slig didn’t have that chance, he lost grip on his propeller, and was violently drawn toward the massif. The poor guy broke his neck on the rocks.
The current died away, water was back to its normal state. I definitely had to get away. I hurriedly swam to the shore, I should be safe there. What actually meant all of this? Such a current can’t have come out of nowhere.
I had nothing more to do here, the best thing would be to run into the forest. Eventually, I might reach another lake and… oh, there would be boats there too. Only one thing to do: run away into the woods. I would surely find a refuge eventually… eventually.