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February 20, 2025
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Jake had always wanted a bold, fearsome tattoo, something that screamed "ocean legend" and not just "I like sharks." So, he went for the biggest, baddest great white design imaginable—one bursting straight out of his stomach, jaws wide, teeth ready. The tattoo artist raised an eyebrow but didn’t ask questions. For a while, Jake loved his new ink. It was the ultimate conversation starter—until one night, the conversation started without him. Lying in bed, he felt a sudden, deep sting across his stomach. At first, he thought it was just the usual healing process, but then the pain moved. Slowly. Deliberately. Like something was shifting under his skin. Jake sprinted to the mirror and watched in horror as his tattoo twitched. The shark's eyes blinked. The ink stretched, pulled, and then—rip. With a sickening tear, the shark peeled itself off his body and crashed to the floor, its inky black form solidifying into flesh and bone. Now, Jake doesn’t talk about his tattoo anymore. Mostly because he’s too busy running. The shark? Still out there. Still hunting. And worst of all—it’s looking for its next canvas.
