And so, the two little newborn fishes were swallowed alive by a giant fish. The harmonic sound of “AAAAAAAAAAA” could be heard echoing through both heads with no evidence of ever stopping. The giant fish, on the other hand, didn't really care. All it knew was that it had swallowed a pair of snacks, and that was all it had to know. Swimming calmly and powerfully through the rough and uncaring ocean, it made its way through the seas, not caring the least about the strange events taking place in the beep, dark depths of its abdomen.

Deep in the dark depths of the abdomen of the fish, two little fishes, one black, one white, have reunited in a gloriously undramatic scene.

!!! YOU FUCKING BITCH LOOK WHAT YOU GOT US INTO !!!

!?! ME, IT WAS CLEARLY YOU WHO RAN OFF INTO THE FUCKING OCEAN WHY DIDNT YOU THINK FOR A SECOND BEFORE RUNNING OFF LIKE THAT !?!

!?! YOU THINK THAT GIANT FUCKING FISH WOULDNT HAVE EATEN US, EVEN IF WE STAYED IN THAT FUCKING BUBBLE !?!

!... YOU FUCKING- …!

!!... I'LL FUCKING- …!!

* gulp *

And so, their charming conversation continued, until a giant fish swallowed them whole.

…

…

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

IF YOU'D JUST HAVE LOOKED AROUND BEFORE BLAMING ME WE WOULDNT-

* gulp *

And so, their charming conversation attempted to continue, until a giant fish swallowed them whole.

…

…

YOUVE GOTTA BE-

* gulp *

And so, their charming conversation attempted to continue, until a-,

SHUT UP, WHAT THE FUCK IS-

* gulp *

And so, their charming-,

IT'S NOT FUCKING CHA-,

* gulp *

And s-,

FUCKING STO-,

* gulp *

An-,

STOP IT I-,

* gulp *

A-,

ST-,

* gulp *

An-,

STOP IT ALREADY

WELL MAYBE IF YOU LET ME FINISH THE STORY MIGHT CONTINUE, YOU BOOTLEG ASS PROTAG-KUN

. Well, gee, sorry .

Thank you. Now.

The two small fishes were now stuck in the stomach of a fish, stuck in the stomach of a fish, stuck in the stomach of a... there were a total of eight fishes, alright? And these two CHARMING individuals were stuck in the stomach of all of them.

Hey, I didn't say anythi-,

Yeah, well, you two are fuckin connected, so SHUT UP.

. Well, gee, sorry .

Thank you. Ehem.

Confused, frightened and mad, the two fishes, one black and one white, gazed into the dark abyss, unclear on what exactly they were supposed to do. The heartbeat of the eight fishes they were currently within beat menacingly in the background, like eight ticking clocks, counting down to the inevitable. The white fish, presumably the male cunt, swam about in a panic, reciting “fuck fuck fuck fuck” in his head for maximum panic. The black fish, presumably the female, was silent and paralyzed, most likely in complete shock and fear, which, I must say, was a very nice change of pace.

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What the two had yet to realize, however, was the fact that they were far from alone.

!?! WHAT !?!

Hush!

In the other end of the large sack, large enough to contain what the two fishies considered a house, another creature stirred. Its large, beady eyes lazily opened and shut its heavy eyelids, fully aware of the sudden surge in activity. It was a few times larger than the two fishies, having arms and legs and warty skin and a long tongue. However, it felt no need to feed upon the two smaller beings. After all, whether it ate or not, it was still going to die. So whats the use in causing two smaller beings even further fear? Thinking so, it sighed, and released all tensions keeping its green-skinned body stiff. Doing so, the digestive fluids enveloping it and the fishies must have reacted, causing the more attentive of the two fishies to realize the other presence.

! AH !

!? What is it, Bitch !?

… I-, I think there's someone else in here …

!?! Wh-, where !?!

!... O-, over there, in the-, the corner …!

The little black fish pointed with its white, almost transparent fin, at the large, looming shadow of their benevolent friend.

Their “benevolent friend”, on the other hand, simply sighed at this, not even a gasp escaping its large, all-swallowing mouth. Whether the fishies attacked or attempted to, somehow, escape, it did not care. It didn't even croak in response when the white fish decided a full-frontal assault would be the best assault against a large being such as the aforementioned frog. Or toad. Who actually knows the difference?

The little white fish, or, Lars, as his name was, swam through the gooey fluids and towards what he hoped not to be instant death with great vigor. The black fish, or, Bertil, as her name was, took a more rational route, and decided to stand back and let the whole ordeal play out. As Lars inched closer to the frog, using his limited wit to teach himself how to swim like a fish do on the fly, he realized what it was. However, not even the terrifyingly large stature of the frog could deter Lars from biting it in the butt. Yes; that is precisely what he did. Using teeth he didn't know he had and speed he didn't know he could muster, he launched himself towards the frog, flew between the limbs like a lumberjack, leaping from tree to tree and bursting out behind the frog, sinking his sharp teeth into the soft flesh as if he had already done so before.

The frog didn't even react. Blood started escaping the confines of the frog, but the frog really didn't care. It didn't even heave a sigh when Lars sank his savage teeth into his flesh over and over, ripping out chunks, slurping up the blood. Hell, the frog though, death by tiny fish might just be better than slowly melting to death. And so, without having the thought that a last meal might be nice, he bowed his head, exposing his throat to the small fishes, more similar to piranhas than to humans at this point.

Lars didn't even consider this being a trap and lounged at the chance like a starved man in front of a midnight burrito. Bertil, noticing this complete lack of thought, shouted:

! Stop !

Before herself lounging forward. She was less used to swimming like a mermaid on crack, and thusly moved in a clunky and stale manner. She didn't even question it when a voice different than Lars' echoed in her head, saying:

* Pl-, please use Dark Spear! Lars is really in trouble! *

!? How !?

* Just-, Just chant your prayer, and I'll try to respond! Please, hurry! *

! Right !

And so, the little black fish tried to clasp her hands together, failed, and instead tried to hold her hands up to the skies, which she sort of succeeded at, considering that she didn't know what was up or down.

… Oh, dear god, if you are there, please, um... shoot a spear at that frog's neck !

* Yes mam! *

And from her little transparent fins a black fluid escaped, turning itself into a small ball once in the air/digestive fluids. From this ball a black spear shot out, flying through the air/digestive fluids at amazing speeds, only to crash headfirst into the throat of the frog, who felt only relief at receiving a short and rather painless death.

After a second or so the black spear dissipated, leaving a large hole in the throat of the frog, from which increasinly large quantities of blood spilled. The frog fell in a large splash of digestive fluids, letting the blood spread through the fluids with a startling rapidity. Lars didn't hesitate to sink his bloodsoaked fangs into the still warm flesh of the frog. Chewing and biting into the living flesh, he motioned to Bertil to do the same, as if he had completely forgotten about both his ability to speak and his humanity. Bertil was 100% uncertain, inching forward at a slower pace than she was able to swim, almost afraid of the little white fish. However, that fear was quickly redirected to another voice, one which she had completely forgotten about.

* Congratulations, you got a total of 20 ep, making you level straight to level 5, which means you (and that Bertil fellow...) can evolve! And I recommend doing so shortly, as, well... you know where you are. *

?... Wait, hold up, who are you …?

* Oh, um... its unimportant at the moment, but... you may call me Starr, if you-, < pff, Starr? > Shut up! Ehem, sorry, but... you could call me a guardian angel, or an all-knowing guide... but whatever you call me, ill be helping you out on your journey to find retribution! And to find retribution, you must do so through evolution! You're a tiny little fish right now, you know? So, to get stronger and find your way through this terrifying world, you must shed this skin and find a new body, one which you can use to find retribution! And do remember that this choice effects that Lars boy as well, so choose wisely. *

?... Um, ok …?

? Who the fuck are you talking to ?

!... Oh, em, nobody …!

… Right …

… Psst, do-, do I have any options …?

* Oh! Yes, of course! Only a mean, mean bully would make the first few evolutions involuntary! Your choices are as follows:

Black Frog Nymph of Yin – White Frog Nymph of Yang,

Black Spawn of Yin – White Spawn of Yang,

Black Caster of Yin – White Warrior of Yang,

Oh, and do choose quickly; you are, after all, still where you are. *