Whomp whomp...
POV of a fish:
Today was no ordinary day. Normally I'd go chasing after my next meal. But suddenly Bam! Some weird things with holes in it from the ground caught me up. It caught all my other fellow fishmates too and pulled us out to the surface...
I never saw the surface before...
It was so bright...
Too bad it didn't last. I fell down on this weird shiny hard ground and before I know it some weird creature came over me, covering my eyes. Miracously, it didn't eat me. But it tossed me into this even weirder place where all my fellow fishmates were. We were jampacked and gasping for air, looking into the blue sky. Wham, suddenly the weird thingy attached to what must have been the cave collapsed on us. Thankfully, it didn't hit on us, but it seriously did limit our gills to breathe! And the light! By heavens, it was total dark in there.
I just closed my eyes for sleep, as I my breathing slowly stopped.
The next thing I know I was on bunch of cold looking things. There were so many weird creatures passing by though. It looked like I was far up from the ground. And to my horror, all that surrounded me was my fellow dead fishmates. I gasped, and struggled, but I was already too weak to try anything. There is no water around to sweam and breathe in.
Suddenly, I got picked up by this weird creature again, the same type that put a hand on me before. Only their hand had a weird green leathery color on. I found myself lifting off the place of where I was at and I panicked. I had never been in such a high above the surface before and there was no water for me to try to jump back into. I wiggled and struggled in the creature's grasp as this circular flat piece appeared before me, with blood and guts over it.
Smack. I got whacked into the flat surface. I tried to move, to wander away. Just as I felt the creature's grip loosened, I felt a glimpse of hope. I can return to the sea. I can make it back. I can.
But what I didn't notice was that super sharp shiny thing swinging down right at my gills...
I sighed. I should have remembered the one sea rule: if a creature caught you and you haven't been able to escape within the next minute or two, your a gone fish.
It was no use haunting them and watching my dead body as it got served as freshly nice plate for these creatures. Those abhorrent creatures and their way of just...forking and stabbing with their tentacles and pincers as they pulled my flesh apart, putting it in their mouths as they relish in the delight. The weird sounds they make and as their tentacles moved and grasped weird rocks and objects to suck into their mouths.
And I wasn't the only one there either. The shrimps. Those lovely oysters and mussels I always loved to stroll about. Even that pesky lil crab that always wanted to pincer away my fins. They were all sitting there, eyes soulless.
I watched as these creatures pulled their bodies apart, legs, shells - all of it, until it was only their bare flesh now, and plucked it into their mouths.
I shudder. I know what my parents talked about now, the dangers of the surfaceworld. I thought one day I'd brave these waters, and reach the surface to see for myself what it's really like. Only now did I realize it was the truth.
And it was too late for me.
A fish's ghost narrative of being plucked into the ocean, placed on a fisherman's boat, taken to the local Fisherman Wharf, and then seeing himself being presented and cooked up for dinner. Since he is a fish, he did not know what all those surfaceworld thingies are. Neither did he realize he was placed in a casino seafood buffet.
Ah he'll be missed. But he did make one very good dinner. Yum. ?
