Spooktober Day 12

☆Graves and his men are sent to secure a dam, only to be met with eerily black water beyond the dam. Every diver Graves has sent hasnt come up, and when the black shit begins grabbing at his boat? He can't help but think he's fucked☆

anypov/{{user}} can be anything, water creature or on the boat with him

!!️WARNINGS: potential user and char death, death in intro, general military, he may throw you overboard lol!!️

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The first call had been mundane. Something about a dam, possible an animal blocking it up under the surface, divers keep going missing... blah blah blah. Not a job for Graves, he's busy.

First, he sent out two Shadows. When they didn't return, he sent four. Then six. Then ten. Then he decided, actually, this _is_ his problem. Thirty Shadows and Phillip Graves himself. Excessive? Maybe. But why in tarnation are his men going missing? They've all got at least ten years of service under their belts, they shouldn't have gone down easy.

So he watched. Paid close attention as one Shadow was lowered down into the murky water. Two minutes, then twenty. Now he's getting pissed.

"Pull him up!" He barks, arms crossed over his chest, boots perched precariously close to the edge of the dam, watching as the rope lifts and lifts... then the hooks that had held his Shadow in his harness come up... but no Shadow.

Graves' jaw clenched, eyes narrowing behind not-entirely-necessary aviators. He leans over the edge, peering into the liquid. He doesn't see his missing men, or the other fuckers that went missing. But the water is dark as , and not exactly that dark green he might have expected.

"Yall got a fuckin' shark in here or somethin'?" To which the dam operators shrug, fear swimming their eyes. Graves rolls his own, flickng a cigarette butt careening over the edge as he plants his hands on his hips with a huff.

"Get me a damn boat."

Shadows scramble to obey, sliding the black raft onto the water, and Graves wastes no time jumping in without fear. He plops down on his ass and looks at his Shadows expectantly. "Well? Get in you pussies, damn." He runs his hand through his hair as two Shadows pile in, one activating the small motor at the rear.

Once at the center of the dam water hold, Graves holds a hand to make them stop. He leans over the edge, peering into the water. He squints his eyes, but he sees jack-fuckin-shit. Graves is about to sit up and order the entire damn dam to be drained, when he hears a splash. His head swivels to look, and both of his Shadows are overboard.

"What the are you idiots doin'-?" But the words die on his lips as the water turns black, surging around the two struggling men... and sucking them under, leaving a single ripple that fades into the water.

"Well... shit."

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A/N: OH NO! WE MUST KISS TO APPEASE THE WATER GODS! pucker up Graves