GONNA SHORT-CIRCUIT MY IDENTITY [ trespasser ]

”my goodness! the tiniest friend! hello my mini pincher~”

the singsong exclamation belongs to none other the childlike spirit known as fish. a large paw reaches out to in an attempt scoop up the tiny hermit crab with surprising gentleness. she possesses a strange habit of following beck around, whether or not he is aware of it is another story. the child is completely infatuated with the mangy and potentially insane leader of the group living within her swamp. it’s not every decade she happens upon a ghost like her. or a supernatural being, to be more exact. neither of them exactly fit the image of the average ghost. fish is more of a lost child spirit and beck is the same except evil and angry. with a thick hide of iridescent black scales, teal eyes devoid of pupils, and hundreds of needle-sharp teeth, fish appears to be more terrifying than she actually is. while beck confronts the stranger, the swamp beast is currently infatuated with the stranger’s let hermit crap. fish likes small animals. mostly to eat, but she’s been learning not to eat people’s things and instead admire them. her mother would be proud. if she had a mother. ”no need to be so crabby~” she says to beck with a cheeky smile before regarding amaranth with her disconcerting gaze. ”you are a friend, right? we welcome friends.” probably. ”and i don’t eat my friends either.” it’s not nice to feed on the people you’re supposed to live with. only crocodiles. ”my name is fish! what’s yours?”