The crowd cheered their praise to Squilliam Fancyson as his concert comes to an end, they cheer him as he's signing their autographs and taking pictures with him. Amoung his fans, which the minority were mostly fish, one stood out from the crowd as it was a large eel. Floating above everybody else, eagerly waiting her turn while Squilliam prepared for the next photoshoot. "Alrightly, who else wants their picture taken with yours truly?" Of course, the entire crowd were waving their fins, at the sametime the eel swam up to the millionaire excitedly, due to her size the crowd had to clear the way for her, annoying most of them. "Oh, I'd like a picture with you Mr. Fancyson!"
"Well, step right up an...an..."
Squilliam begun, arms wide and ready to greet the next adoring fan, but upon seeing this large eel he quickly reeled back in fear. "AAHHhh!" No, Stay Back! The Bottomites were taken aback by Squilliam's reaction, must notably the eel, as he just ran away. "Wait, Sir! Come Back!" Squilliam made a mad dash for his limo and jumps inside, startling his driver whom was half-asleep. "Co..Cody!" Slamming the door in a mad haste Squilliam yelled to him while seeing the eel approaching his limo. "Step On It! Get Me Out Of Here!" Although startled by his Master's sudden panic, Cody followed his orders and sped away and the shivering millionaire glanced over his shoulder, watching as the large eel is left in the dust. At some point he tells Cody that he could slow down now, which he does, then he parks the limo. "Master Squilliam If..If you don't mind me asking, what exactly happened back there?" He asked in, a rather calm manner, waiting patiencely for Squilliam's response, listening as his breathing began to steady. "Are you..alright?"
"Th..There wa..was an Eel back there!" "Oh, well...did he, or she, make any sort of threat to-...?"
"She's an..an Eel, Cody! An Eel! I was lucky to Get Out while I could!" Squilliam paused for a minute, Cody again, waits patiencely. A minute later, he heard a faint whimper. "Also, In case you're not aware, Eels they-... A single tear wells up in his eye. -...They..."*sniff* ...They Eat Our Kind!" This causes the millionaire's eyes to well up with tears, whimper, then hug his legs shaking. "Sir?"
"Please, ta..tak me home Cody."
His driver gazed at Squilliam, let's out a sigh, then briefly he reached back and touched his Master's shoulder before turning back around and starting the limo back up. "It'll be okay, sir...just try and relax." Cody whispers softy, as Squilliam sniffled, a stream of painful memories washed over him throughout the entire drive home.
"_Squilliam_!"
"_Ro..Rolf_!"
For Squilliam though, the most painful memory was of Rolf, the Fancyson's oldest bodyguard and as a young boy...his best friend. This memory had haunted him throughout his childhood, and well up into his adulthood, he'd remember it as if it had all happened just yesterday. They had been on a vacation which, was more business-related then a vacation, being a boy at that that time he didn't notice, considering Rolf had kept him entertained doing times of boredom. On one such day, a young Squilliam was wanting to sneak up on Rolf, planning to get payback from when he tickled him that morning, his ingenious plan backfired as he's suddenly attacked from out of nowhere by a large eel. So startled was this young to-be heir that he's frozed up, only staring in shock as the stranger lunged straight for him, mouth open. "Squilliam!" The young heir snapped out of it the minute he heard Rolf's ugent, and yet terrified voice shout his name at the top of his lungs. He barely even blinked before he saw him, his family's protecter, and in his eyes, best friend jump between him and that eel. "Rolf!" He remembered calling to him, his words coming out as a faint whimper when seeing his most favorite person in the world ending up in that stranger's mouth, remembering the tears he shed as Rolf made one desperate cry to him before being swallowed. "Go Squilliam, RUNNnnn!" Which he did, he remembered how he had run, never stopping, never looking back. He remembered how hard his little heart was pounded throughout all of it, even when united with his folks, the damage had already been done. no amount of comfort he got could erase what he had seen.
