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I Wish I Was a Little Fish….

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When an overworked human mutters the magical words, “I wish I was a little fish… at the bottom of the sea so the fisherman would never worry me,” the universe takes it literally. Suddenly transformed into a tiny fish with big problems, our protagonist discovers that the ocean is much less peaceful than cartoons promised. Between an overly dramatic fisherman searching for “his beloved fish,” a crab running a shady shell-based pyramid scheme, and getting swallowed (and spat out) by an anglerfish with digestive regrets, life underwater is anything but relaxing. But maybe—maybe—being a little fish isn’t so bad… if they can avoid being eaten, recruited, or turned into seafood soup. A hilarious underwater POV adventure where a stressed-out human learns that peace is relative, predators are everywhere, and crabs are the true menaces of the sea.
animereincarnationtransmigrationcomedymagicsliceoflife
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Chapter 1 - That Time I Became a Fish Because of a Bad Tuesday

POV: Me — A Completely Overwhelmed Human

Life was stressful. Bills, deadlines, people asking me "Did you get my email?"No. No, Karen, I did NOT get your email. I deleted it on sight because the subject line had the word "follow-up" in it.

So one fateful Tuesday morning, while stirring instant noodles I didn't even want, I whispered to myself:

"I wish I was a little fish… at the bottom of the sea… so the fisherman would never worry me."

Honestly, it was meant as a joke.The universe, however, is notoriously bad at understanding sarcasm.

POV: Also Me, Now Suddenly a Fish

I blinked. Wait—fish don't have eyelids.I attempted to scream, but bubbles came out.My arms were gone. My legs were gone. I was basically a spicy sardine with anxiety.

But wow… the sea floor? Gorgeous. Peaceful.No emails.No follow-ups.No Karens.

Nothing to worry about.

Or so I thought.

POV: The Fisherman

Do you know how insulting it is when your favorite fish refuses to swim anywhere near your hook?I named that fish Kevin—even though I don't know its gender, species, or tax bracket.Every morning I try to catch Kevin "accidentally."Every morning Kevin swims away like I owe him money.

But today?No Kevin.Gone.Vanished.

The betrayal… I felt it in my kneecaps.

POV: A Crab With Too Much Attitude

So this new fish shows up on my turf—looking lost, confused, and just generally stupid—and I'm like:

"Bro, you're at the bottom of the sea. What, you fell here?"

And the fish (aka you), wide-eyed and panic-bubbling, goes:

"Do fishermen come down here?"

I laughed so hard my shell clicked.

"Nah, man. They stay upstairs. Lazy creatures. Can't even swim."

POV: Me—the Fish Again

Finally.Peace.Quiet.Freedom.

I was floating dramatically, imagining my new life as Sea Royalty when—

GULP.

Everything went dark.

POV: A Confused Anglerfish

I ate something weird.It tasted like fear and unpaid taxes.

So I spat it out.

A tiny fish drifted away screaming underwater profanity.

POV: Me (Still a Fish, Somehow Not Dead)

Okay.New life plan:Do not drift near any mouth-shaped things.

Which, underwater, is basically everything.

I swam back to the sea floor, panting even though I no longer had lungs.But slowly… I realized something.

No bosses.No paperwork.No alarms.Only weird neighbors, bioluminescent mood lighting, and a crab who kept asking if I wanted to join his "shell pyramid investment club."

Honestly… kind of peaceful.

So I sighed (bubbles) and whispered:

"Yeah… maybe being a little fish isn't so bad."

And somewhere above, on a lonely fishing boat, a fisherman stared at the water and muttered:

"Kevin… come back. I miss you."

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