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There once was a orange clownfish by the name of,"Emo". He ocassionly wears eyeliner, and soemtimes where "bottle-pop" glasses. But, to Emo, he thought it was cool, and was very unique. The only thing he didn't noticed was that there was a MILLION fish in the sea, with the same idea. Stupid fish.

Anyways, Emo was always alone, and he quite enjoy that solitare. And, when someone picked on him, he always had a handy blade in his hand to cut himself. He always remembered what Mr. Ray taught him,"It's not down the road, it's across the street lolololol!1!1uafdfshiftyseventwoety!" Emo always took this in consideration, and never forgot the words Mr. Ray taught him.

There was three other fish like him, at the school he attended at. There was Pemo, Shemo, and Temo. To Emo, they all imitated his style, and that wasn't cool. So, Emo decided one day, that he'll teach them a lesson (this is were are story begins...).

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"Love is depressing." Shemo said, with a sigh. Now, Shemo used to be named,"Sheldon"...until that unfateful day. Sheldon's parents never, ever, let him see the band called,"My Chemical Pollution". No matter how many times Sheldon beg, the answer was always no. So, to support his rites...Sheldon became emo, because his parents NEVER let him do anything. Shemo always refelcted on that unfaithful day, if it was the right choice to do that.

"Meh," Shemo replied, while taking out a bottle of,"ultra black," nailpolish. He looked around if he could spot Temo, the butterflyfish, but he was now where in sight. Finally, after hours of searching, Temo panting fiercly.

"Oh, god. The pain feels so good." Temo muttered with his last breath. A spear was in his side, causing a deep wound. Ounces of blood surrounded the area, as Temo gently closed his eyes. After that, Temo died, with nothing to live for.

Shemo glanced at Temo, and whispered,"Life sucks, anyways."

Emo swam in, at the scene, while crying. His father recently abandon him, and now he is all alone, with no one. He enjoyed the lonliness, even though there was no one to secure him. Emo also had a new hair style---a flip, covering his right eye. He claimed that it was to conceal his,"sadness".

"Hey guys..," Emo greeted in despondency. "That's not cool..."

"What's not cool?" Shemo asked, while poking Temo's deceased body.

"I'm unique." Emo said, trying not to sound too preppy.

"Go kill yourself." Shemo replied, while swimming away. "I hate you! You don't understand us!" Shemo gave Emo a death glare, before completely leaving him. Emo started to cry once more, because he was super senstive. Quickly taking out a blade from his pocket, Emo started to cut himself, harshly. Emo watched as his blood flew into the water, slowly recending. Emo swam away, and started to lower from blood lost. Panting heavily, he tried to make it back to his place..but, then...


Black-out.

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"Emo!" a pink, preppy octopus by the name of, Prep shouted. "I like...ruin my tentacles for you!" Pearl then slapped Emo, as he finally woke up.

"Oh, god. A prep," Emo said, with a depressing sigh.

"Lyk u shldnt say tat lolz" Prep replied with a giggle. "Now, anyways----"

"LUNCH!" A random shark exclaimed, with excitment. Unexpectly, the shark open his mouth, and swallowed Emo and Prep whole.



At that exact moment...Prep and Emo were dead.

They made some good lunch. smile