"Two Goldfish"
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amine_eyesTitle: "Two Goldfish"
Characters: Narrator, and Agent Smith
Fandom: Original Fiction!
Rating: G
Genre: Comedy
A/N: Written due to a 'competition' between me and my littlest sister, I decided to take a trope and be very mean to the poor goldfish xD
Summary: It is day 57 of our captivity ...
Disclaimer: I actually own this! :D
Agent Smith – codenamed Fluffy – has been busy putting together the atomiser out of gravel, shells, and the diver which our kidnappers believe makes our prison more enjoyable.
We fear that the diver has been equipped with audio equipment.
Luckily, we have both been trained in tactics by the brightest minds of our generation, and have managed to construct an acoustic chamber in the sunken ship, which cancels out any audio equipment.
Now, we wait.
Soon, they will feed us, and then, we will escape.
Agent Smith – codenamed Fluffy – has been busy building an atomiser so that we can escape. However we only have gravel, shells, and the diver, which our kidnappers have placed in our prison.
We fear that he has been equipped with recording equipment.
Luckily, we have constructed an acoustic chamber in the sunken ship in order to confuse the diver.
We are unable to measure the passing of time in this strange prison.We may have been caught in an infinite time loop.
We cannot know for sure.
Day Fifty-Seven of our captivity. 12 pm.
Agent Smith – codenamed Fluffy – has been busy building an atomiser to aid our escape from this prison. Currently it is paused, as we are unable to accurately measure the passage of time, and fear that it may be sabotaging our project.
We think it’s the diver’s fault.
We cannot be sure, but we think he may be listening to our conversations.
I’ve started swimming round and round our prison, it is the only way that I can be sure time is passing.
We have not been fed.
Day Fifty-Seven of our captivity. 12 pm.
Why are we in this tank?
Is it a test?
I fear we may never know.
Who am I?
I cannot remember my name.
Blub.
Agent Smith – codenamed Fluffy – has been busy putting together the atomiser out of gravel, shells, and the diver which our kidnappers believe makes our prison more enjoyable.
We fear that the diver has been equipped with audio equipment.
Luckily, we have both been trained in tactics by the brightest minds of our generation, and have managed to construct an acoustic chamber in the sunken ship, which cancels out any audio equipment.
Now, we wait.
-x-x-x-x- THE END -x-x-x-x-
Characters: Narrator, and Agent Smith
Fandom: Original Fiction!
Rating: G
Genre: Comedy
A/N: Written due to a 'competition' between me and my littlest sister, I decided to take a trope and be very mean to the poor goldfish xD
Summary: It is day 57 of our captivity ...
Disclaimer: I actually own this! :D
Agent Smith – codenamed Fluffy – has been busy putting together the atomiser out of gravel, shells, and the diver which our kidnappers believe makes our prison more enjoyable.
We fear that the diver has been equipped with audio equipment.
Luckily, we have both been trained in tactics by the brightest minds of our generation, and have managed to construct an acoustic chamber in the sunken ship, which cancels out any audio equipment.
Now, we wait.
Soon, they will feed us, and then, we will escape.
Day Fifty-Seven of our captivity. 12 pm.
Agent Smith – codenamed Fluffy – has been busy building an atomiser so that we can escape. However we only have gravel, shells, and the diver, which our kidnappers have placed in our prison.
We fear that he has been equipped with recording equipment.
Luckily, we have constructed an acoustic chamber in the sunken ship in order to confuse the diver.
We are unable to measure the passing of time in this strange prison.We may have been caught in an infinite time loop.
We cannot know for sure.
Day Fifty-Seven of our captivity. 12 pm.
Agent Smith – codenamed Fluffy – has been busy building an atomiser to aid our escape from this prison. Currently it is paused, as we are unable to accurately measure the passage of time, and fear that it may be sabotaging our project.
We think it’s the diver’s fault.
We cannot be sure, but we think he may be listening to our conversations.
I’ve started swimming round and round our prison, it is the only way that I can be sure time is passing.
We have not been fed.
Day Fifty-Seven of our captivity. 12 pm.
Why are we in this tank?
Is it a test?
I fear we may never know.
Day Fifty-Seven of our captivity, 12 pm.
Who am I?
I cannot remember my name.
Day Fifty-Seven of our captivity. 12 pm.
Blub.
Day Fifty-Seven of our captivity. 12 pm.
Agent Smith – codenamed Fluffy – has been busy putting together the atomiser out of gravel, shells, and the diver which our kidnappers believe makes our prison more enjoyable.
We fear that the diver has been equipped with audio equipment.
Luckily, we have both been trained in tactics by the brightest minds of our generation, and have managed to construct an acoustic chamber in the sunken ship, which cancels out any audio equipment.
Now, we wait.
Soon, they will feed us, and then, we will escape.
-x-x-x-x- THE END -x-x-x-x-
