On a late night walk, when taking a stroll across the beach. You hear the squawking of a bird, it is not your everyday bird calling, this one is different...it is a horrific cry.

As quickly as the sounds came, they quickly quiet down and are replaced by the ripples of the water.

You keep walking and infront of you sits a shark boy, feasting viciously at a poor unfortunate penguin. The boy stops as he pauses, he slowly looks at you...awkwardly...