Disclaimer #1: I do not own Minecraft, Herobrine, or any of the other characters mentioned. Jeb belongs to himself. I did create my own version of Herobrine and Jeb's Minecraft character though for this story.

Disclaimer #2: I do not have any idea on how readers will react to this story. It can be good or bad. But I do know that this story will contribute to the art of puns, as a sacrifice or as a tribute.

Whale-come back to Brine Shrimp! I hope the puns didn't krill you guys. Because I'm going to warn you now that this chapter has TWICE has many puns than the previous chapter. Double trouble, if you will. Huehuehuehue.

Enjoy!

Herobrine uses his small body to feel across the tank's walls, as if he was a hand. There HAS to be a way out. There HAS to.

He has checked every area on the wall. Patrolled the tank's edges for any cracks. Even flipped every gravel pebble over. For any signs of escape a smart shrimp can use. Escape is his first goal.

He needs to escape from the water container. Get into the air so he can suffocate and die. He has attempted to suffocate himself already by going up to the tank's surface, but he doesn't have the strength to stay up there long enough. He needs to get out of the tank completely to suffocate.

After he dies, he should regain his own form. He knows from experience. A god has once transformed him into a stone block in a cave. Then a player has came by and mined the stone, technically killing and removing him. The god has returned to Minecraft back as himself, not as a stone block. He's sure he'll be a god again when he dies out of this shrimp form.

But of course, escape is the first step.

It's after Herobrine's 10th search around the tank when he finally gives up. No promises of freedom at all.

He sinks towards the gravel floor. Swimming is a lot like flying as a shrimp. Herobrine would have enjoyed it, but only if he were himself. Not a freaking shrimp.

Herobrine shakes his body to bury half of himself beneath the gravel, leaving his red tail exposed.

"UUUUUUUUGGGGH," he groans. He takes comfort in the pebbles muffling his squeaky voice. But pebbles won't make Herobrine wake up from this terrifying nightmare. This terrifying, aquatic, puny nightmare. "I hate this!"

He curses Jeb. He curses Jeb for this cruel punishment. How could he?! Herobrine just wants one things: happiness. The bits of satisfaction he gets whenever he bests Notch's favorite player - Steve - or whenever he trolls Jeb.

Being in water just extinguishes his happiness. Until he somehow gets out of the situation, never again will he feel the touch of TNT, the thrill of holding a lightning bolt, or the satisfaction of peering down towards terrified rivals. That and the experience of more mundane things. No sunlight or rain in this stupid office. No crafting or mining is this stupid tank.

No Nether fortress to command. Herobrine accidentally reminds himself that he can now die in the Nether. The god-turned-shrimp huffs and buries more of himself into the gravel.

Will he ever become human again? Become a god again?

He wonders if Jeb has been brutal enough to keep him immortal - dooming him to an eternal life as a pet shrimp. Ugh, imagining living centuries as a shrimp is as bizarre as imagining players suddenly becoming frogs.

...I miss Notch.

Herobrine didn't think he would be sad about his brother's disappearance until it happened. By leaving Minecraft and his position, Notch has transformed from Herobrine's greatest enemy to the brother he longs for. The only components of Notch that remain are Jeb, Steve, and Minecraft. Jeb has become no fun. Steve is amusing, but his mundane schedule have become a drag. Herobrine prefers respecting Minecraft. He has given up on his vengeful plan to destroy Minecraft because he doesn't want to destroy a reminder of Notch. Since then, he has been appreciating the beauty of Minecraft, from the new colorful flowers to the sky of the Overworld.

But alas, with no escape and his limited body, Herobrine can't respect the Overworld in this office. He might as well be banished into a dimension more secluded than the End.

His emotions continued to bubble until his stomach growls. ...What is he supposed to eat again?

With a grumble, Herobrine emerges from the pebbles. His antennae flicker for any potential meals. All he can detect is the disgusting algae. Unenthusiastically batting his pleopoda, he trudges towards one of the plastic structures speckled with the mold-like greens. Herobrine wishes he can calm down his antennae like plugging his nose. He picks through and nibbles through the algae, cringing at every bite.

Ten bites, he turns away with a gag.

This is terrible! I can't do this!

This aquarium's food just makes him feel even more blue. And Herobrine hasn't even worried about entertainment yet!

Herobrine gives in after several failed attempts to amuse himself. He can't destroy or place blocks with his puny claws. And obviously the aquarium offers no mini games or friends.

This is all pointless. Herobrine swims towards a corner of the tank facing the office's door to pout and wait.

He recalls how the gods have once captured and banished his friend Null to the bottom of the ocean, where they can't harm anyone. Null has complained about how boring their century-long imprisonment was when Herobrine has busted them out. Now Herobrine knows how they have felt. Hah, at least Null didn't have to face the humiliation of becoming a decapod. They have been way better off than Herobrine! The gods have been very kind to them.

This punishment is terrible. Absolutely terrible!

Irritation brews in Herobrine's mind until the shrimp dozes off.

Feet thunder. Herobrine jumps up awake. He feels dazzed in his surroundings, until he regretfully recalls the recent events. But he shakes the bitterness off and replaces with sudden energy. Jeb is finally here!

On the brink of hyperventilation, Herobrine swims a few circles. He'll take anyone to socialize with! He'll even talk to Jeb. Even with this stupid voice.

"Jeb! How long were you gone?!" Herobrine bursts out when he sees the brown clad god enter the office.

Jeb places his tea cup down on the desk. "Three hours. Why?"

Herobrine gasps. "Three hours?! It felt like the whole day for me!?" Well, time does drift in this tank when he has nothing to do.

"It felt like the whole day?" The god repeats.

"Yes! There's nothing to do in here!"

Jeb shudders. He places a hand over his mouth and bends down as if suppressing a barf. "Uugh, nothing? I would die if I did nothing all day. I pity you."

"You pity me NOW?! Did you NOT feel my misery before?!"

"Well." Jeb fetches a book from the wooden bookshelf. "I'm suddenly glad I have a lot of work to do, even though I have much on my plate. I'm going right back to work."

"Wait wait!" Herobrine shrills as he walks out. "Don't leave me! At least tell me what you've done today! Tell me something! Talk to me! Waaaaiit!"

The god already disappears into the hallway beyond. If Herobrine wasn't aquatic, he would be steaming right now.

"HHHHHHHH!" He swims another few rounds before shooting evil eyes at the office door. "I can't take this anymore! I need to escape!"

Through his desperation, Herobrine discovers an area of the tank he has overlooked before. An area behind a plastic rock structure nestled by one of the corners. Although it seems dangerous to squeeze between the structure and the glass to see the dark corner, Herobrine hungers for any chance of escape. Praying that his new body is as sturdy as a player's, he enters between the gap. With a bit of a struggle, he eventually finds himself in a cramped corner of the tank and looks around.

...This structure is hiding a plastic pipe! A pipe for air? A pipe for filtration? Herobrine does not care. For him, the tubing is his ladder to freedom!

Herobrine sees the rays of light above. He can't jump out of the tank himself. He has tried. But the tubing should help him reach the edge of the tank.

"Hhhhh! Hhhh!" he puffs as his ten legs pull him up high on the tube. He's about to reach higher until he suddenly slips and falls right back into the water. Herobrine mentally curses. He can't even reach the halfway point between the water and the aquarium's edge, and it's only a miniscule distance! He eyes at the tube with spite. It has failed him multiple times by making him slip.

"It's not the tube's problem. It's your problem."

"AAAAH!" Herobrine squeals and dashes into a structure's gap, shuddering and hiding in fear.

"Do you really think you're strong enough to climb? You're a mere fire shrimp," the new voice continues.

Herobrine peaks from his hiding place and sees Jeb looking down on him. Although his voice matches the tone of a stern, disappointed father, his face says otherwise.

"You don't even have that much emotional strength as a shrimp. You're spineless now. Literally," Jeb adds. "And much more emotional. You're red with humiliation."

Herobrine almost asks how he can blush if he doesn't have a human face. But then he remembers the color of his shrimp body. He clicks his claws with annoyance.

"Now you're red with anger."

"Wow! You're so GREAT at puns!" Herobrine snarks. "I could slap a knee for you! It's a good thing I technically have ten of them now!"

"It's a shame you can't hand it to me though, due to your new body."

Herobrine returns to eye level with Jeb. "Just to let you know: all of these shrimp anatomy jokes are getting sub-par!"

"So are your attempts to escape," the deity replies. "And I don't want that. So I got you a gift." Herobrine looks up and sees Jeb placing a plastic lid above the tank.

Herobrine mentally curses. Jeb really is out to make his life miserable.

Jeb tosses the new folder on the desk and reorganizes his bookshelf. He then collapses onto his sofa and brushes a hand through his white hair. Finally, a quiet evening.

The god turns to the tank, which is too silent even for his liking.

"...Herobrine?" He approaches the tank. Not a single red shrimp is present. "Oh no...did you escape? Notch, I hope not." Jeb expects the worst from Herobrine, even when he is a free-roaming crustacean.

Jeb opens the tank lid and peaks through the water's surface. Only the water's rhythm gives life and movement to the aquarium. Where has he gone?

Then his eyes fall on the tank's pipe. He sees Herobrine dangling at the aquarium's edge.

Jeb grabs a bucket of water from his inventory and immediately scoops Herobrine in it. He peers into the iron container. Herobrine is frozen in shock before recovering. The shrimp swirls around to see the god.

"Hmm, you look a little pail since you got caught," Jeb begins.

"I almost had it! ...Buck it!"

"Yeah yeah. But a foolish plan," Jeb replies. "But I'm impressed. You've grown stronger over the past few days. I've underestimated your shrimpy physique."

"I've been working out during my immense about of free time!" Herobrine boasts.

"You'll definitely woo other shrimp with that effort."

"That isn't my intention! I don't want to woo shrimp ladies!"

"Actually, your species is filled with hermaphrodites."

"Do I look like I care about shrimp facts?!"

"You said you had a lot of free time. You might appreciating learning something new."

"Yeah, but not learning how to mate with shrimp or anything about shrimp!"

Jeb sits down on his sofa still holding the bucket. "Look, this conversation is just going to go round-and-round until you give up. Quite literally since you're in a bucket with no where else to go."

Herobrine sulks. "Trapped in a bucket! I can't handle it!"

"I can, since I'm the holder."

"Jeb, this is just as worse as the time you outsmarted me and stabbed me with my own weapon. From that battle in the Nether. I just can't win!"

"I can see that. You got impaled by your own sword. And you got in-pail-ed again here. Similar experience." Jeb seems to smile in reminiscence.

Herobrine grumbles at the god's satisfaction.

A new voice rises. "Umm, who are you talking to?"

Jeb looks up and his amused smile melts away. Herobrine whirls around to see Dinnerbone at the door with a perplexed expression. The shrimp sends a mental sneer. "Now it's your turn to look stupid!"

"Were you talking to a bucket?" Dinnerbone asks, scratching his head.

Jeb sighs and hides his embarrassed blushes. After the blushes disappear he returns to Dinnerbone. "I'll be honest, yes. But it has a new mob in it. It's a shrimp."

Jeb stands up and presents Herobrine to his colleague. Dinnerbone peers into the pail with awe. "Well, he's adorable! Hello there, tiny new friend!"

Adorable. Tiny new friend, Herobrine scoffs. If only he can sass to Dinnerbone. If only he can talk to him. Those pessimistic thoughts suddenly evaporate when Herobrine remembers something. Mentally cackling, Herobrine inhales and shrieks the most vulgar insults at Dinnerbone.

Jeb nearly stumbles and spills the bucket, his brown eyes widen in alarm and more humiliation.

"Jeb, are you OK?" Dinnerbone asks, helping him regain his balance.

"Yeah. It was just...gravity," Jeb replies. "Anyways, what are you here for?"

"You forgot this." Dinnerbone and Jeb exchange paperwork. Then the lab coat wearing god waves goodbye and makes his departure.

Jeb shoots a glare at Herobrine. A glare that can match a mother's disapproval of a mischievous child. Herobrine hopes Jeb can sense the satisfaction he's illuminating in. "Although you're a shrimp, you have quite a sailor's mouth. I can't believe you said those things about him!"

Herobrine swims in a circle with carefree grace. "I've always wanted to say those things to him! That's one thing I can check off of my list!" Jeb rolls his eyes. Even though Herobrine claims to no longer want revenge, he still has his spite for the gods. But then again, why is Jeb even surprised?

After forcing algae down his stomach and grooming himself, Herobrine glides over to spectate Jeb. The god rapidly jots down notes on his desk, which holds a propped up book about dolphins. Jeb has told him that he's working on adding dolphins into Minecraft's world. He has also elaborated on his potential ideas - mainly so he himself can remember them. Not to socialize with Herobrine.

The shrimp can't comprehend the porpoise of adding in dolphins, who just seem like accessories for Minecraft. It's either because any marine animals seems like an enemy to a shrimp or because Herobrine is never impressed by Jeb's work. For the sake of pride, Herobrine believes in the latter. Nevertheless, he can't complain, as the dolphins have prompted Jeb to converse with Herobrine more.

"Any new ideas?" Herobrine asks.

"I'm experiment with treasure hunting." Jeb looks up from his notes. "Maybe the dolphins will help the players locate treasure underwater."

"Wow! They're as useful as fishing rods! Good job!" Herobrine cries as sarcastically as possible. "I'll ask again, any new ideas?"

"Any new insults?" Jeb tosses back. "You say that almost every time I tell you new ideas."

No response. The shrimp clicks his claws impatiently, pondering on what to talk about besides dolphins. Well, he's still peeved at Jeb's spell, so he'll express that.

"Why did you make me so small?!" He begins. "I-so-pod-ly want to be giant again! What's the benefit of making me small?!"

"You'd rather be an aquatic pillbug than a shrimp?" Jeb asks, looking towards Herobrine.

"Anything but a tiny shrimp or whatever's tinier than that! I would even be happy as a bigger shrimp!" the puny ex-god exclaims. "Why did you make me so small?! Trust issues?!"

"...yeah, trust issues. I believe that if you were a larger shrimp, you could still lob-stur up a fight."

"But that's an assumption!" Herobrine asserts. "You don't know if I would cause havoc until you turn me into a lobster or something bigger!"

Jeb finally rises up and approaches the tank. "I'd rather not take the chance with you."

"Not even grow me a few centimeters?!"

Jeb shakes his head.

"That's unfair!" the shrimp whines. His annoyance has just grown even more. "Even though I'm literally the shrimp in this room, you're the more shellfish one for turning me into this!" Herobrine swirls around and flicks his antennae in emphasis.

"Shellfish?" Jeb repeats. "You murdered millions of innocent lives to get revenge on your brother. If anything, you were more shellfish as a god than you are right now."

"My actions were not selfish!...They were inconsiderate!" Herobrine corrects him. "Inconsiderate because I was blinded! Blinded with pure rage and cruel thoughts of revenge...thousands of cruel thoughts of revenge."

"Not selfish? So turning that Barbadian Canadian into your slave and separating him from his friends weren't selfish either?" The god of animal refers.

"Well, do you have any proof that I did that?!" The crustacean challenges. "You don't! Because of timeline complications and no one wants to deal with that!"

Jeb gives in with a sigh. "You're right. Timelines are rough. Especially when you're an ancient god."

"I know," Herobrine adds. "We're both 3 million years old!"

"Very old. Maybe I should have turned you into a brine shrimp. It's an ancient shrimp species that fits you better. And it has your name."

"Is it a big species?!"

"No. Much smaller than what you are right now."

"Noooooo, no no no! I'm done! I'm done with you! Good day. Or night. I don't know!?" Herobrine kicks off and retreats into a hiding place he's starting to become acquaintances with. Jeb leans back, realizing how relatable Herobrine's last statements are. He softly smiles before resuming work with refreshed energy. This office has a new aura now that Herobrine's in it.

Sometimes that aura is amusing. Other times, it is pure irritation.

"Kelp?! Really?!" Herobrine looks up from the sketch Jeb shows him. "Why don't you add in tropical fruits or something?!"

"It's the Aquatic Update. Not the Tropical Update. Stay on topic," Jeb retorts. In hindsight, Jeb is glad that Herobrine constantly bickers. It makes the god immune to useless criticism. Nevertheless, the shrimp has become an annoyance with his predator-like strikes at any weak points Jeb tells him.

"But seriously! Most of your attempts to diversify Minecraft's food have been fruitless!" the shrimp defends himself. "What doesn't Minecraft have any more fruit?!"

Jeb sets the sketch down and stares the shrimp down.

"...Oh yeah. I'm the reason why 99% of the fruits of Minecraft don't exist. I corrupted most of them before they got added."

"Yes you did," Jeb hisses. "So shut that pie hole before I add you into Minecraft's menu. Although they're hypocritical, your arguments are appetizing."

"I don't have a pie hole anymore thanks to you! You really des-pie-se me for taking away my pie hole!"

"You're one to talk. Now I believe I hear players cray-ving for some shellfish."

"Oh, your threats are only a slice of your hatred to me!" the shrimp laments, raising two legs dramatically as if performing a play. "I never receive forgiveness or redemption!"

"You're just jelly-fish because you've been eating nothing but algae for the past two weeks."

The crustacean shots a death glare. "Did you forget...that I'm a small shrimp because of you?!"

"I should had known." Jeb mutters as he walks. With Herobrine in a bucket. The water sloshes and licks the brim of the bucket as Jeb climbs the mountain block-by-block. "I shouldn't had let my guard down against you."

Herobrine blocks his ranting out. He's too occupied observing the outside world. Of course, there are no new changes on the land. But it's relieving that the sky is as blue as ever and the grass blocks haven't gotten any duller since the last time he has checked.

"You keep escaping," Jeb continues. "And now, you're driving me crazy with all of your talking. Talking with you just makes me more vulnerable to you. So I'm at least taking you outside so you can stop nagging me. Plus, you destroyed your tank's filter. I can't leave you in there now."

Herobrine cringes at the words "your tank."

Jeb pauses and the water calms. Herobrine peaks out and sees ahead of him a flat plain with pools of water dug into it.

"You will sit here." Jeb places the bucket on a nearby wooden plank block before placing a transparent barrier around it. "While I go test water physics. I need a break from working with sea creatures."

"Speaking of sea creatures," Herobrine begins. "I know what will be added to salt water bodies. But what's gonna hap-pond to to fresh water bodies? Will they get any new features?"

"...But seriously, why do you ask?"

"I'm just pond-erring!"

"Well, rivers and lakes will get fish too," Jeb answers. "And Drowned will spawn in them as well."

"What are Drowned?!"

"It's hard to explain. I'll elaborate later."

Herobrine peaks out of his container and spectates Jeb through the clear barrier. He taps the plastic covering with a leg, disappointed that Jeb has still escape-proofed the bucket.

He gloomingly watches Jeb create a pit out of cobblestone staircases and then pour a pail of water into it. But rather than floating above the staircases, the water actuallly shapes around the block's form, leaving no air bubbles. The staircases hold the water together.

Herobrine leans in a bit rather too eagerly. The stupid air bubbles that half slabs, stairs, and fences generate have been his greatest pet peeve and an annoyance for several other players. At last, Jeb and the others have fixed that issues, and it seems to be a set in stone improvement.

"So, water is more realistic?!" Herobrine comments. "Is the infinite water source still around?"

Jeb answers by scooping a block of water from a 2x2 pool, which immediately replenishes itself. "Of course."

Jeb seems more willing to talk than earlier today. Herobrine doesn't want to lose that, so he goes with the flow and converses with whatever Jeb wants. No nagging. No criticism. He doesn't dare cross any lines for his own sake.

After two hours of testing and adjusting, Jeb retires to a bench of wooden plank blocks, which is next to Herobrine's container. Jeb pulls out his cup of tea and sips it.

"I wish I brought more tea," Jeb laments.

"You really like that tea," Herobrine notices. "Did you brew it yourself?!"

"Yes. From the finest flowers of Minecraft."

"Looks like it's your special-tea!"

"And it's also a limited tea since I only brought two cups of it," Jeb laughs along.

"Hey, I have a life hack for you!" the shrimp offers. "Take one of your tea cups and pour it into an infinite water source! Then you'll have limitless tea! That's why I do to get infinite hot chocolate!"

Jeb blinks as if the red shrimp has just morphed into Notch himself. Then he turns to the infinite water pool with that surprised expression. He approaches the water pool and warms it with a fire to kill of its bacteria. With a mental whisper of good luck, Jeb submerges one of his tea cups into the pool. The pool seeps with the dark, aromatic hue of the tea. Soon the entire source is made out of tea. Jeb grabs a bucket of the tea, and the pool happily generates more of the beverage.

"Oh my Notch, you were right," Jeb awes. "I don't know what to do with this power."

"Enjoy it!" Herobrine cheers. "It's amazing! I know you will love it for eterni-tea!"

Jeb gasps for air the moment he emerges from the ocean. He limps towards the beach like a satisfied swimmer athlete. Herobrine has been placed on another block on this beach.

"Why are you diving?!" Herobrine asks. "To look at all of the new naturally spawned structures?!"

"That and another thing," the god replies as he dries his white hair with a towel. "Vision in the water has changed and I wanted to see if it worked."

"How has it changed?!"

"The longer one stays underwater, the clearer their vision eventually get." Jeb shakes his matted hair. "Though not as fast as I expected. I need to speed up that process slightly."

"If you want to speed up the process, just tell the players to eat more of their vitamin seas!" Herobrine jokingly suggests. "That'll also improve their vision on land!"

"I sea what you did their," Jeb remarks. "...But do you have any 'serious' comments? Or did taking you outside actually make you shut up finally?"

"Maybe it's because I'm running out of witty ideas!" the shrimp blunts. "Maybe it's because being a crustacean is driving me crazy and soon I'll be as thoughtless as an actual shrimp!" He ends that statement with a shrill note of salt. "How do you feel about that?!"

"...I have a moral dilemma about that," the deity admits, scratching his wet beard. "I would be glad if that actually happened, but I would also feel guilty about doing that to a person." He ends that thought with a shrug. "Well, it's only hypothetical anyway. I have other priorities."

Jeb take the bucket and starts to climb down a lowered terrain. "After I finish working on this update, then I'll worry about you more. But that's weeks from now. Besides, nothing devastating has happened yet with you in these last two months."

Herobrine chokes on the water that he's unfortunately become used to. "Wait. Two months?! I've been a shrimp for two months?!"

"Precisely."

A chill ran through Herobrine's spineless body. Two months of this ridiculous punishment?! Is Jeb bluffing? No, he's not one to lie when he has no reason to. And Jeb has the upper hand anyways.

"No...No!? Two months?! I can't take it!" Herobrine swishes and splashes. "I can't take another day of this!"

"Calm down. There's nothing you can do. You're just a shrimp," Jeb asserts.

The shrimp crawls to the brim of the pail. Obviously he can't jump off with Jeb present. But he quickly scans the outside. Jeb is climbing down a terrain, with blocks of various elevations. Desperation once again unearths a new idea for Herobrine.

He recalls Jeb's reaction when he has insulted Dinnerbone several weeks ago. The shrimp sinisterly looks up at the towering Jeb.

Then he shrieks, "You are a - !"

His vulgar insult shoots Jeb like a hundred snowballs. The off-guard god stumbles. With the diverse elevations of the land, he cannot regain his balance and Jeb falls face first on a grass block. The bucket slips out of his hands.

Splash!

Herobrine flings through the air. Grass ground, blue sky, grass ground, blue sky.

"Freeeedoooom!"

Oh, the overwhelming satisfaction of finally fooling Jeb! And soon suffocation or gravity will grant Herobrine the relief of removal. For once in his life, he looks forward to being removed.

As a shrimp, he only has 3 hearts in his health bar. The air immediately snuffs out all three hearts and the shrimp disappears before he hits the ground. Goodbye Jeb! Hello his old life and body!

Jeb, who still has dirt in his teeth and has witnessed the entire death, stares silently to the air. Out of all the things he has witnessed in his 3 million years of life, a flying, suicidal shrimp is crowned the strangest of them all.

When Herobrine senses week 3 pass, he feels his spirit thumping with excitement. Soon, he will return to Minecraft with his old body! He always returns to Minecraft well. Maybe with a few extra scars, but a majority of his wounds, curses, and scars disappear before he respawns. And now he can add this stupid shrimp body as one of the things he has rid of.

Welcome back, Herobrine. The real me, he says to himself when he feels gravity, air and time suddenly immerse him.

Then water immerses him. Splash!

Herobrine shrinks back from the sudden bubbles and the chilling temperature. He glowers with unamusement. How funny, Minecraft. Spawning me in the ocean after all the turmoil and humilation I've suffered though. Ridicule always follows me.

He traces his eyes towards the rays of sunlight and locates the surface. The sun. Finally! I can properly enjoy it again.

Herobrine races upward with excitement.

Then a squid's tentacle slaps him in the face.

The force suddenly sends Herobrine ten blocks down. Wow, a strong squid! After recovering from the shock, he glares at the stupid creature for being in the way. Then he gulps back that contempt.

The squid stretches and covers the bright surface like a haunting black night. Not literally, but to Herobrine it is, for he is much more smaller than that mob.

"No...OH NO!" Herobrine panics with that shrimp voice he still has.

The squid rotates its body so its eyes spot Herobrine. The decapod reads one expression in the mob's eyes: hunger.

"AAAAAAH!" The shrimp jets off just as the squid starts to approach him.

Then he bumps into another squid.

"No NO NO!"

Escape. Two more squids! Herobrine dodges and flees any blue creature he encounters.

This is not what he has hoped for. He is still a shrimp. But now he's stuck in the ocean with mobs who crave for shrimp.

The tension just got a little bit more DEEP.

Hhh. I'm kinda cringing as a write, since I struggle with writing. And I'm a fish out of water when it comes with short, comedic stories. But it's all in good fun since this isn't a serious story. I hope you guys are enjoying it though!

Honestly, I lost count of how many puns I added into this chapter. But I guess around 35 puns. Did you find them all?

And I added a reference/shoutout in the chapter. That joke won't LAND for everyone. But if you get the reference, then I love you and, omg, how time travels by, huh?

Sea you guys soon with chapter 3! Thanks for reading! Take care.