RIP Mr X

As I mentioned a few entries ago, I had joined forces with a certain dark red Betta who tured out to be named Mr. X. He was a mysterious fish who kept to himself, mostly. We had an easygoing friendship where he would stare at me, and I would occasionally feed him tiny food.

Well, apparently Mr X had another, secret life. A DANGEROUS life.

Putting together pieces of the puzzle now, I can only assume that he was involved in international spyisms, or maybe he was a super hero who fought Evil with reckless abandon, or maybe he was a villain, a henchman of some organized crime ring who turned into a dirty double crosser and as a result had to go into hiding here in my house courtesy of a Witness Protection Program.

I do not know.

What I DO know is that his lifestyle caught up with him.


A few days ago, I awoke to find Mr X with a missing decorative fin, and his little top fin was hanging by a thread. A thread that was made of Mr X himself!!

I can't say how this happened. I have no idea. I can only imagine some silent violence happened in the night... A break-in perhaps...

As can be expected, he was in some amount of pain and stopped eating regularly. He also had strange white patches appear on his sides, as if his skin was falling off. I expect it was an after-effect of some sinister torture or another.

I tried to do what I could for my fish friend. My friend who I did not know long enough.

But he quietly passed away earlier this evening.


There is currently a Wake going on in our household. There are flowers and a lit candle around his bowl. The funeral itself will happen later tonight in good time.


So long, Mr X. You were a good fish who deserved better than this final injustice.






.... KHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNN!