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Writer note:
    IM NOT DEAD!!! ITS NOT MY FUNERAL YOU'RE GOING TO, ITS MY MOTIVATIONS FUNERAL!!! WOOHOO!!! I'LL BUY TICKETS FOR Y'ALL, FRONT ROW SEATS TO THE BURNING OF MY WILL TO LIVE!!!

    Sorry that I haven't posted a new episode in like a week, I had tests coming up and I've been sick. I also feel really lightheaded all the sudden. I'm even more sorry that I can't make more episodes in such a long amount of time, but please give me some time bbq (Bbq does not stand for barbecue it stands for gosh dang BABY QUEEN.)

    We're starting with a Genya pov AGAIN. GOD DAMN GENYA YOU GOT A LOT OF THOUGHTS. I FUCKING HATE YOU FOR THAT. STOP THINKING.

    Okay into the actual story, thanks for being patient with my dick shit bbqs 😋

Genya P.O.V.:

    As I go deeper underwater, I can feel three cold hands with webbed fingers wrap around me, the hands pulling me down quicker than before.

    I go deeper and deeper, unable to move, I can feel the cold water that surrounds my body, slowly getting more and more freezing by the second, and my oxygen slowly getting pulled away from me. I don't know how long I must've been out, but I'm sure it must've been a fucking while, because when I wake up again, everything is completely pitch black around me, no source of light.

    Once I finally manage to open my eyes again, my muscles are still extremely weak, but I can at least move them now. The creatures hands are still grabbed onto me, but their grip is slowly getting more and more loose around me. I squirm around in the water, and I manage to get the hands off of me. I start trying to swim upwards, trying my best to reach the shore, but I can't tell if I'm actually making any progress since it's fucking pitch dark. Darker then my soul, and no one understands me, either... Shit, I sound like a millennial trying to go back to their teenage years right now... Nemi was right, I am in my emo phase... God damnit it, why is he always right. Even after a few more seconds, I don't see any light approaching as I continue to try and swim, but... That just probably, hopefully, luckily means it's night time right now, right?? I can't be that far from surface, right?? I think... I hope... As I continue to swim, slowly getting more worn out, the same hands grasp onto my ankles tightly, keeping me still in place. 'Shit' Is the only thought that comes to my mind, before I'm forcefully pulled down by the hands.

    I try to wrestle the hands away from me by kicking my legs around, but I fail almost miserably, like a baby, and I think my pathetic attempts made them more enthusiastic about torturing me. They let go of my feet and legs for a few seconds, spiking my hopes of escaping, just for them to lower again once I feel the hands return on my shoulders again. Welp, I'm screwed. But hey, my brother was probably going to kick me out of the house anyways soo... It's a win/win but opposite. It's a lose/lose. It's actually a drown/abandonment kind of thing, but hey, aren't we all in a situation like that once in our lives?? No, no you're not. That's why this shouldn't be happening.

     I close my eyes for a second, before opening my eyes again, as if I was hoping to see something different once I opened them again. As always, all I see is pitch fucking black. I can feel a long, scaly texture wrap around my legs, something that feels like some type of fish tail. The hands long fingernails dig into my skin of my shoulders, and I can feel the creatures toned body pressed against my chest.

    I try to look around for any source of light, my heart racing as I feel something's bare skin press against my body. But I can't find jack shit, it's still black no matter how hard I hope and wish. Until, right Infront of me, two glowing turquoise eyes open up, their widened eyes staring straight into mine, almost as if they were trying to find all of my deepest darkest secrets. The eyes narrow slightly, the sharp pupils dilating as I hear a scary ass giggle echo around in the sea around me. I try to gasp for air, but not only am I trapped underwater, this creature decides to use its little fucking puppet trick on me. AGAIN. It's getting old. Another pair of eyes appear, before all of the hands let go of me, and I can feel the figures twirling around me in the water, causing a small change in the current because of how fast they are. It's almost like eagles surrounding their prey. And I think it is like that. I don't think it's a metaphor anymore, I think I'm prey.