Doomabella

A while back I wrote a fanfic about Doomguy and Isabelle being best buddies (inspired by that YouTube song). I thought y’all might dig it too.

“Doomguy’s lure sat in the ocean before the outline of a large fish. This was the one. The last fish Blathers needed. The whale shark. He could feel it in his broken and rebolted together bones.

The lure twitched as the prey inspected the bait. Doomguy felt his adrenaline rushing, but stayed cool. He knew to wait. Another twitch. A third. And then …

PLUNK!

Doomguy felt the struggle of his latest victim as he wrenched the rod upward. His aquatic trophy shadowed by the sun behind it fell into his hands!

…a sea bass…

Doomguy’s heart sank like his lure before pulling up this garbage fish. He’d caught 75 of these today. Gone through 7 rods, half being broken out of rage. He couldn’t contain his rage. His hell forged knife extended from his arm as he drew his fist back to skewer this abominable mistake of nature!

Just before lunging the blade, Doomguy felt his friend’s paw on his arm. He turned to see her soft smile.

“Seabass, huh?”, Isabelle said sweetly, “Looks more like a C+ to me!”

A moment passed.

Doomguy’s knife retracted as he fell to the ground in silent laughter. He stood back up after a minute of relief from his anger. He handed the fish to Isabelle. Isabelle put her little puppy paws on the upper and lower jaw of the fish and tore it in two like it was a piece of paper. She threw its shredded viscera onto the pile next to her. The mountain of fish flesh baking in the sun began to stink. But this was all part of the plan.

You see…bugs LOVE stinky things. And Doomguy only needed one more for Blather’s collection…”