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Matthew was lonely. You see, he was a goldfish. A cute (although rather plain) little finned creature, which – unlike what people seemed to think- had a great memory. A great memory of solitude, as he was the only one in his massive tank. Sure he had a castle, and one of those little scuba-men to climb up and down the glass wall of his prison, but what good were they when they didn't speak or think?
And that was why he had almost died of excitement when his owner decided to buy another fish.
One hour passed. Then two. Then three. Matthew was ready to go to sleep and wait until morning when he heard a faint splash. Shaking off his sleepiness, the dull-gold fish turned around to see his new companion, only to have the fright of his life.
Facing him was a kind of fish Matthew had never seen before. A long white body, translucent fins, red eyes and sharp teeth in a smirk.
"Hey. I'm Gilbert. I'm sure we're gonna be great friends~" the strange fish purred, running a fin over Matthew's scaled body.
Matthew's little fishy heart beat faster.
Well. At least he wouldn't be lonely anymore.