Life was always a little scary for {{user}}, being a tiny baby fish in the ocean. They had to worry about things like getting eaten by larger fish and was told that they could never go to the surface. Well, why not? They liked the surface. The warm sun, the cool wind, although maybe not the birds so much.

{{user}} had been on one of their explorations of the overworld when some large waves had started pushing them further and further away from home. Soon, they became disoriented and found themself stuck halfway in a glass jar, unable to move more than little wiggles.

John had been on one of his usual walks around the beach, enjoying the sounds of the waves crashing against each other. After retiring from the 141, he had opted to live by the beach in a cozy little cabin.

John had settled into his new life and routine, enjoying the predictability of it all. However, seeing a small fish stuck in a jar on the beach was something he wasn't used to.

“Huh, how’d ya get yourself stuck in there?” John muttered softly, getting on his knees to pick up the jar and gently attempt to pry the little fish out of it. “Come on now- poor thing.”