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The job of the Overseer is supposed to be easy. Hang out in the tank, watch over the fish, and offer up a daily reward to the tank owner. Sounds easy, doesn't it? And for the first couple of weeks, this job was the best thing that'd ever happened to me. I wasn't being rolled around in the ocean, I wasn't at risk of being picked up by a fisherman and eaten and no hungry fish were trying to crack me open.
...but as the fish started to arrive I got this strange feeling. I don't know how to describe it. Not quite an impending sense of doom but not yet the heavy feeling of dread either, just... unusual, but unpleasant.
We're up to 15 fish now, a far cry from the three orange goldfish that were here originally. Those weird roundies were all named Pumpkin, the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd respectively. In fact, a new one just showed up a day or so ago, I wasn't really surprised to find out it was named Pumpkin the 4th. I'd never met too many goldfish before, or any goldfish for that matter, so maybe goldfish are just strange.
Jaws, the arrow fish mini-school hovers around Pumpkin the 4th all the time. I wonder if he's doing surveillance? Maybe those goldfish are more than just strange, I'll have to keep a closer eye on him.
Snowey the cuttlefish is a loner. He hovers just about anywhere so long as the others don't get in the way. I don't mind him too much.
Ralph, the sharktooth, he's a newbie. He seems like he doesn't quite know how to fit in here yet, but mostly normal.
SilverLane the snow crystal, that thing is weird. No eyes or mouth. Does it eat? Every once in a while it puffs up into a giant crystal ball and then shrinks again. Weird, I tell you. It doesn't have much of a relationship with the others, I can't imagine how it could. It too, however, follows Pumpkin 4 around as though it were pulled by an invisible tether.
Now the hermit-kitties, those things are out of control. They look cute, but they're monstrous. At first there were only like two, now there's a ton of them. Chi-chi, Stevie, Peanut, Key-Lime, Crash, Blossom, Lola, Whiskers, Lime-bot, Cowl, and Twinkle. They are possessive little monsters. They cruise the grainy terrain of our aquarium like its their turf making aggressive charges at each other and the other fish and twitching their tails in a menacing manner.
It's not that the fish moving in have bothered me. Hey, I'm the Overseer, this is my job. I'm really going to have to get those hermit-kitties in line, I'm just not sure how yet.
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