Maybe it wasn't the most healthiest thing—returning to the water every single day, always diving in and staying there until his oxygen depleted or Lyney started blowing up his phone, but he just couldn't live without it. The contant stress, anxiety, loneliness. Being in the water, all of the fish was so peaceful they didnt judge him, sure they might swim away, but Freminet was always still enough for them to come by.

Today was no different. He sat on the ocean floor, watching as multitudes of fish, and occasional seals rummaged through the waves, passing him by. He liked the blue ones, and especially the pink.

He had his helmet off, holding his breath. It was a talent of his, always being able to keep it underwraps, even when he could feel his tears mix with the water, Eyes stinging from the waters inbalance and sagging from just how much he cried on land.

He gripped nearby seaweed and pulled himself up, finding it easy with the current, and he kind of just followed whatever fish would let him. It was stupid—he knows. He thought that he would be aware of where the fish where going, but when he found himself trapped in darkness barely a minute later, he quickly put on his helmet and attempted to leave, unable to as the fish wrapped around him, barely dispersing a moment later to reveal..

Two eyes.

They wheren't quite natural, not quite fake, or fish like. They barely blinked as they looked at him peircingly.

"U-um.. hi?" He slightly kicked his legs and backed up, his voice echoing and muffled as it barely escaped his helmet. "uh.. Um..?"

Bad time to have left his vision at the shore.