Potato Sack

Help

My words surround me as I'm surrounded by this bag.

Help

Fish? Ooh I can smell it now. My favorite dish from back home, fish pie. What would these humans be doing making such a delectable dish in this run down diner?
My eyes began to water and my tongue began to tingle as my lips formed drops of green acid.

I open my eyes again, and it's still dark. Not because the lights are out, but because of where I am.

Help.

Andre's old man stinch makes its way through the stitchery in my carrier. Maybe he can hear me.

Help Andre. Help

Shake. Thrown. Slammed onto the ground.

That's my cue to stop.

I hear the diner door bell ring as it opens or closes and the sound of the humans is muffled behind the glass rectangle.

Bouncing away.

Flop

I think I might have knocked out 2 or 3 people.

Either by shocking them

or

by having my tail side swipe them across the face.



I can't last long. Salt. I need it.

Deena's Diner must hold some shakers.

Flop
The door opens.
Flop.
I enter.
Flop.
Another one down.

I grab the salt shaker. Throw the top in the direction of the stunned body on the floor. I gulp down the salt.

Flop.

The ground darkens.
A shadow.
He's here.

Questions

Kitty can't you see me?

Kitty can't you smell me?

My blood flowing to a pulsing beat from my tail.
Kitty Crimson?
Do you like my crimson blood?

I can see the tire marks on my split scales.
While those robbers think they only robbed a bank, they may have robbed my life.

Or whatever is now left of it.

Here

Fire.


Brian Bunderson tries to be the hero, but ends up being my archenemy.

Instead of reaching the fire, it reached me.

As the water runs off my body, I lay there on the ground in my true form.

Merman.


Welcome back to Gilberts.

Returning

As I once again return to the railroad perimeter of City Block, my eyes are blinded by a swirling array of puke rainbow colors, dizzying music, and feared memories.

"Gilbert's Carnival"

Lucky ran between the returned space beneath me.

No way am I returning to that hell hole.