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It's been a few years since the great Tommy Danger Kraken Innit was left on the sea cliff. And he was surely alive! Albeit he had run out of things to eat yesterday, and was seriously debating on eating the sand until that was gone too. He really didn't have a place to sleep, opting to just lay on the sand instead. Although he certainly wasn't the naive child he was back then, and accepted the fact that his pod wouldn't come to get him again. But he didn't care, and he definitely wasn't lonely. Nope. Instead he busied himself with the sand, throwing it in the air and digging his tail in it. The sand had a funny texture that always cheered Tommy up. The sun beat down on his back as he decided to take a nap to ignore the warning his stomach gave with the painful growl he felt. So he slept.

He didn’t know how long he slept for, but he didn’t feel refreshed. He stretched his fins and limbs, groaning as his back popped. He floated back down onto the sand, staring out at the now empty clearing. There was seaweed before, but Tommy had scared away any of the fish he could’ve used for food, so he ate the plants instead. Something cold brushed his shoulder, and he popped up, eyes targeting the body of a fish, somehow freshly killed. He reached out and grabbed it, looking it over. Didn’t look terrible, Tommy could probably get away with eating it. So he did. The fish tasted like pure sugar to Tommy as he munched happily. There wasn’t blood when he woke up, so he assumed that the poor unlucky fish had hit the edge of the trench and was pushed his way with the current. Tommy didn’t care, he was just happy to have something to eat! He decided to go for a swim as the activity for the day, so he looked around as he swam. Nothing new sadly, just sad and an occasional piece of coral. He was sad now, he wanted to see something new, but nothing was there. He went back to his spot in the sand. At this point, any mer–or fish for that matter– would have the common sense to swim away, but he didn’t. Tommy didn’t know why either, was his mind still hoping that his pod would come back for him? Or maybe he just didn’t feel that lucky. Whatever the reason, the pure loneliness of the boy was sinking in, and he felt hopeless.

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Tommy woke up again, although he didn’t remember going to sleep. Oh well. He stretched yet again, his tail sore from his adventure yesterday. His gaze was caught as something on the ground shimmered in the sunlight. It got his attention as he swam towards it. He pulled it out of the sand, and held it up. A shiny shell! But it wasn’t here yesterday, had it been covered in sand before? He didn’t care, because now he had a treasure! He swam back to his nest in the sand, putting the shell down next to his sleeping area. Then something else shine caught his attention. Another dead fish? More food! He floated over, picking it up. Must’ve hit the trench like yesterday’s fish. Was there a school nearby that was stupid or something? Eh, he wasn’t going to complain, free food! He bit it again, although this fish tasted different this time. It was even sweeter! That meant it was fresher than the last one from yesterday. Tommy was too excited now. Maybe he wouldn’t starve! He finished the fish, and got curious, so he peaked out from over the edge of the trench. He stared down at the pitch black abyss below with curiosity, gasping as he saw little dots of light. They were all green and white, so maybe it was a large pack of that type of glowing jellyfish that his pod had talked about once. There were two larger jellyfish, glowing a stunning green. Tommy eventually got bored, so he swam back to his nest. He grabbed the shell he found earlier, hugging it tightly as he fell asleep again.

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The sun felt so good as Tommy awoke. He stretched again, no longer feeling tired or sore now that he had good food. There was another shiny thing in the sand again, so he swam over. It was in the exact same spot that the other shell was, so he wondered why he hadn’t seen it. He didn’t know what that meant, but he picked it up. No sand on it again. This didn’t seem right, normally he would have to brush away the sand. He looked around cautiously, before turning and swimming back to his nest. He noticed another fish, further than the others, and on the edge of the trench. He set his new shell down carefully, and slowly swam to the fish. He looked it over, suddenly noticing the way the fish was looking. Almost like it had been squeezed to death. He looked around, wondering just what could’ve done this. He sniffed it, and took a bite, deciding that it wasn’t poisoned. That’s okay, right? He didn’t finish it as quickly, constantly looking around to see if something was going to attack him. When he was done, he swam upwards, trying to find any currents nearby that he could swim in to escape, but there was nothing. He surfaced, looking for any signs of humans. Also nothing. So what was messing with him?

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He woke up early today, seeing no shell in the sand ahead. Maybe it’s a good thing- Water brushed over him in a massive current from above, so he looked up. What the f***. A massive arm was reaching over him, placing a shell that was way too small for it to hold in the sand ahead. Where the other two had been. He used the currents the hand created as it moved back to turn himself around, and he watched as the hand lowered into the trench behind him. Tommy was frightened now, something massive was in the trench, and it was here for him. The hand returned, this time leaving a fish out in the open sea, just above the trench. He didn’t dare move. Something was here for him. It had been a few minutes, and the only thing the hand had done was bop the fish back up into Tommy’s line of sight. He inched forward slowly, not even going to get the shell. He reached the edge of the trench, and felt the current move, assuming that the hand was escaping back into the abyss below. He took a deep breath, and raced for the fish. He grabbed it, looking around for any signs of the hand–or worse, the mer it was attached to–returning. Suddenly a massive school of fish swam into and around Tommy, knocking the fish out of his hands, scaring and surprising him with what was happening to think of the consequences. And soon enough, a rope net had brushed up uncomfortably with Tommy’s back as many more fish swam into him as he was pulled upwards.