~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~ Something’s in my throat It tickles It burns My ears are ringing violently I feel shorter, somehow I feel numb Barnaby WHERE’S BARNABY?! Awh, look at him! Sleeping in dark puddles! I always knew those swimming lessons would pay off… Right, where even am I…? Half dead, or unconscious, lying on a stained floor Why can’t I move? Something feels light… I can’t get up I can’t- … Where are my legs. ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~ Finn jerked back into what felt like reality, realising he was half asleep on cleaning duty, leaning against one of Tisha’s “Wet Floor” signs. Whoops, blame Finn for that. Let’s just say he got a bit too happy watching the fish swimming around, and kinda accidentally broke the glass to the tank while pressing his face onto it… The fish were doing fine, in case you were wondering, swimming inside Finn’s bowl head until he moved them to a seperate tank. Barnaby didn’t seem to like the new company. Finn planned to separate the fish eventually. The fishbowl just stared at the broken glass that lay scattered ahead of him, a sort of frown pulling his lips. Maybe he can just leave Tisha to do it, it’ll keep her busy instead of just screaming at him the whole time! Finn simply whistled a sea shanty, trying to cover most of the glass with another sign, the best he could do to hide the evidence. If caught, he could just blame the tissue box! Easy plan, right? Two seconds later, everything just stopped. Literally. Like someone just paused reality with a massive controller. The broken glass was acting funny too, twitching with static, before being deleted all together. Just like that. When life seemed to snap back forward, Finn found himself flat on his face, where the glass would have been. “…This is codd…” he muttered, pushing himself back up and staring at where he should have been pierced by the sharp objects, or where the fish should have- THE FISH! In a panic, Finn reached up and plunged his hand inside his head, desperately feeling around for tiny fish trying to ‘bite’ his hand. All he could feel was his Barnaby. He glanced at the floor. No puddle, no suffocating fish. They were back in the same tank that he had destroyed a few hours ago. He paused. Bewildered. “Okay, what’s happening…” For once, he was at a loss of words, and fish puns. Reality is NOT supposed to just RESPAWN AN ENTIRE FISH TANK? Right?? ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+ Victim. Red, slow, angry. He caused all of this My legs, destroyed by him My innocence, destroyed by him. His life? Destroyed by me.
Takes place after Tisha wisha key go POOF (Chapter 2)
