(Draft from all the way back in March)
[" OCEAN TERROR " DCA MERMAY CONTENT, PART 1 ]
(Note: I am a writer but not exactly good at it, so expect some bad and cringe writing incoming👍)
Moon thrashed and clawed at the thick net that hugged he and Sun's bodies close, but it was useless. If only he could use half of his potential then he would have broken out, but with Sun around so close to him, he knew this risk would be fatal for his brother who was a different species from him.
The deeper they sunk, the more desperate Moon became.
His fins and stingers tensed and straightened, trying to penetrate the net at least a little bit just for a small spark of hope—just so he could have a false sense that Sun would be alive by the end of this.
Awanis like Sun aren't made for deep water. Just the 1,000 feet of the Twilight Zone made Sun hurt and swim back up frantically.
So now that they were so close to entering the midnight zone, how could Sun live?
He couldn't. That was the answer.
Bawsins like Moon have the ability to store fat and use it as soon as they hit the deeper levels, so he was fine; he had no reason to worry.
Yet he yelled and fought.
He yelled and fought for his brother who had passed out by then, his body unable to take the pressure that kept building.
He couldn't lose Sun like this.
He couldn't lose Sun to some stupid sailors.
For the Leviathan's sake—he couldn't lose his brother to some sailors!
Moon writhe in the net a bit harder, his claws digging into the trap as best he could. He even chewed on the net just to try break it, but it didn't work. Still, he had to keep trying.
When he raised his hand to claw on the net again, he caught the glimpse of Sun's transparent rays. Looking over, he saw how much in pain Sun looked even now that his body shut down.
It hurt to see him like this.
Moon dedicated his life into protecting his brother who had been traumatized by another group of sailors years ago; he tried everyday to cheer him up and it thankfully worked as Sun was the happiest fish he knew.
That trip to the surface was suppose to be healing—Sun was suppose to heal, but he got hurt more.
What kind of brother was Moon to have let this happen?
A bad one as it was made clear.
"I'm sorry." Moon sobbed, choking on his words. "I'm so sorry, Sunny."
He let go of the net and did his best to wrap his arms around his brother for an embrace he wished Sun returned. "Please wake up..." He begged, his stingers lowering. "Please—please, Sunny, just wake up."
Moon whimpered and let out a pulse, one he used to often communicate with Sun from far distances. He let it out directly on Sun's rays, causing them to sway a bit at the action.
He continued to sob and let out pulses he wished Sun would give back in an attempt to savor the last moments he'd have with his brother.
Just a few more moments, just a 1,000 feet more and they'll be entering the Twilight Zone with a pressure Sun could not handle.
He let out another desperate pulse, one louder than the ones before, just to try wake his—
That pulse was too big and loud for it to be Sun. If it was Sun, Moon would've felt him vibrate, but Sun continued to be motionless in his arms.
"Awanis aren't suppose to be here, especially one as lanky as he." Grumbled an irritated voice from below them. "And you, Buwsin, are far too ambitious to enter so deep."
