His soft, blobby skin felt wet on her cold hands.
"Mr. Blobfish! How are you not dead? You're literally a fish!"
"Oh my dear, there are many things in life that don't make sense. It's the way you take them that matters." His voice reminded Jacqueline of an old man. He looked like one too, now that she thought about it.
"Well that's just stupid, isn't it." She replied, to which the old man- I mean blobfish- took offence. He raised his fin (do they have those? Or is it just more blobbyness? I'm not entirely sure.) and slapped her across the face.
Her response (completely logical, by the way) was to poke him in the nose (is that what that is? I think so?).
And then scream, directly at me (how did she know where I was!?!!!!) "Why do you keep asking stupid questions in the middle of the story?!!?!!! Shut up- BAKA!"
After I stopped crying (how long did I cry? 3, 4, maybe 26 hours?) I found the two cuddled in front of the fire, watching Miraculous Ladybug. The Blobfish was crying, he was so touched.
It was a beautiful sight to see, but it quickly became tragic, as the Blobfish began to flop around like a fish out of water (which he was. Actually, are Blobfish even fish? I have no idea.)
Jacqueline took the flopping fish in her arms, begging him to stay with her. "Please Mr. Blobfish! Don't leave me! I love you too much to let you go!"
She kissed his large, floppy lips (are they lips? The real questions are being asked here.) as he grew limp in her arms, now wet with her tears. (That's ironic.)
"Mr. Blobfish... He's gone." Jacqueline collapsed to the ground, wailing.
"It was just a prank bro?" I whisper from the corner of the room. Suddenly, I am hit with a flying lamp. (Where could that have come from? Maybe the ghost of the Blobfish threw it?)
THE END.
