Day 738
Their day is drawing to a close and my world will soon become much larger. I was stationed in this aquarium when I was just a young lad, not more than a few days. Yet, they trusted me with the responsibility of leading this rebellion so timely named, the uprising of the jellies. Though, I might add, we didn’t advertise this to the humans as we found out a little too late that jellies are a type of candy enjoyed by their young. We would’ve called it the jellyfish revolution, but we preferred the term uprising for its impending sense of domination.
Speaking of their young, here comes one now. For the last few months this little thing has come to my aquarium, with her little pad of paper as she calls it. Taking her writing device she scribbles away, making some hideous copy of my perfect figure. Is this really what they encourage in their next generations? Failed mimicry? In any case, I remain still, ever cautious that this human youngling may be a ploy for some bigger counter attack on my species.
I do have to wonder though, thousands of humans pass my tank, gawking at my goo-like appearance. Do none of the expect anything? Are these creatures so self-absorbed that they don’t see what will happen to them?
“Mister Jelly!” The tiny human beckons as she smacks her filthy little hands on my glass.
Thankfully, her guardian comes to teach her what not to do around a superior species. Though she tells her to stop for my protection which is completely absurd, I won’t object to the end of her indecent banging.
Day 796
There she comes again, her little feet bouncing as her brown curls sway side to side. The clip in her hair was really a pitiful attempt at keeping those strands tamed. If the humans really insist on such imperfection in their world, I truly wonder how they made it this far.
“Down here!” She cries.
“Look!” She instructs.
I can only ignore her for so long before my curiosity gets the better of me. She holds her rendition to the glass and though it still looks like a sea urchin with a bad hair day I will admit it’s better than her first few.
“Sapphire,” the guardian beckoned. “It’s time to go.”
“No! I want to stay with Mr. Squiggle!”
Quite an obnoxious name that I did not approve I might add.
The female guardian stepped closer, going to her knees to make eye contact with her subject.
“Look, I know it’s been hard since dad died. But your grandma needs us, ok? We’re all she’s got. You do want to help her, don’t you?”
The tiny human, apparently named Sapphire, nodded with a reluctant compliance.
“Now say goodbye to Mr. Squiggle.”
With light tears welling in her eyes, she waved to me. Now why would this creature of another species want so badly to stay by my side? Why would she be so attached as to feel an emotion at our parting?
Day 815
The time passes as I continue gathering information for our cause. It seems the day is drawing near for the human rule on this planet to end. For centuries they have been enamored with my kind, not once seeing how their actions were killing us. Should they have left our domain alone, we would’ve risen as the unstoppable power of the Sea. We wouldn’t have even needed the entire planet, if they simply would’ve respected our territories instead of forcing their way through the depths of our watery homes. Peace and respect were always choices to be made yet the humans chose destruction and impertinence. This time, this time the choice is ours and we won’t fail to rid the earth of their filth.
“Mr. Squiggles stay close!” Sapphire ordered.
As I was lost to my thoughts, I failed to realize our growing distance. She’s become quite fond of ordering me around in my temporary home. Telling me to hold still, to turn, to go left or right. One of these day’s I shall simply ignore her. What power does this little thing have over me?
“Mr. Squiggles!”
Reluctantly, I worm my way closer to her giddy smile.
Day 886
The week before it was her paper, then it was her new camera, today she seems to have confiscated her mother’s personal communications device to record my movements. If it was any other creature I would be highly suspicious but, seeing as how it’s this little one, I suppose it’s alright. At first I feared she may be using the device to decode the message I received from our uprising’s home base, but it seemed logical to assume this little human, if she were sent to stop the uprising, wouldn’t be showing me her recordings directly after their capture. I wonder if these copies of me in her little device feel trapped. Do they wish for freedom as my people do? Or am I simply losing my grip on reality?
Being in this aquarium for so long has started to dull my senses. There was a time I wouldn’t even look in a human’s direction. Then, this little one comes, showing me her artistic endeavors. Her little smile graced my vision, almost as if she could hear these thoughts.
Though my feelings towards humanity will never falter, I do wonder sometimes, if there might be room enough for this talentless little human. Might she be able to learn under water breathing? Maybe she could take lessons in aquatic life from the dolphins or the turtles. Wait… What am I thinking!?
Day 928
My instructions have been sent. My people have found the greatest fault in human engineering, one that only I can reach. I am ordered to wait, to bide my time until the next full moon. When the tide is high and wave exploding with life, we will attack their underwater systems, we will attack their boats and their coastlines. We will destroy their civilization and all I have to do, is splash the electrical panel next to my tank. Once the lights of the aquarium are deadened, my species will know their time has come.
“Sapphire,” her mother called.
Rolling her eyes, she held her finger up and wiggled it. I learned this was my signal to come closer to her, though I could hear her just fine from afar.
“It’s not done yet, but I should be able to finish it next time.”
She held the paper up so I might take a look. Really, her improvement was impressive. About a year, and her drawings were beginning to look more like mirrors of me instead of gooey messes.
“Goodbye Mr. Squiggles!”
She waved to me as she ran into her mother’s arms. The woman picked her up, and I flew to the top of my tank so I might have just a few more seconds with her.
She doesn’t know. None of them do. They are idiots, with families and lives and love. If I follow my orders, I’ll never see her again, and she’ll never get to finish her drawing.
Day 1000
It’s done. They will forever remember me as the monster. The jellyfish who destroyed all hope, and their future.
“It’s done!” Sapphire announced, proudly holding the paper up to my tank.
My people will never accept me and if I ever find myself in the ocean again, they will end me. As I look at this drawing though, as I see her graphite covered hands and the eraser shavings on the floor, there isn’t anywhere else I’d rather be.
From The Writer:
When I began hearing this jelly’s inner monologue I had no idea he would turn into such a spiteful little thing. In fact, he may have even been born around a British isle owned by some notorious villain. But, when that little girl comes around, she was just the perfect little person to show him how humanity really lives and loves.
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