Premise: Squid man. Wakes up in Ocean. Integrates into society. Has family. Squid people. Unknown.
Squid (Part 1)
Your mind wanders as if time itself slows down when you’re deep below the sea. The cool, unlit water is really all I’ve had to know. I feel so tired, so complacent and invisible with the life I’ve led. There’s nigh but the surface calling me on. I’ve spent years dreaming about what it is like up there, above the water, in the sky, on the land.
Like a bullet fired underwater, the squid burst towards the surface. The water looked brighter and clearer and the squid’s skin became more opaque, more visible, as it neared the surface. The behemoth of a cephalopod, maybe two hundred and twenty pounds, or seven feet long, not counting its stretched appendages, was the size of a large man.
The warmer water feels unnatural, almost poisonous, but it’s too late to turn back. My eyes are on fire from the light. I can’t take it anymore. There’s a shadow, I must press into it.
Crazed by the warmth, by the light, by the new senses and new life, the squid roared up and through the shadow, the hull of a small boat. The squid’s tail crashed right through the wooden boat, like a spear through flesh, throwing one person overboard, and the other off their feet. The woman shrieked and was trembling at the sight of the hulking creature. She could feel its coldness, its strangeness, its closeness, and her vulnerability.
I feel the pains of warmth, the dryness of death. This was a mistake. I’m a fool. Surely I will die. What is this fragile creature? Cowering before me, like a lost fish. Get away, go home!
The squid flailed its appendages, the woman screamed, the boat began to sink, and just before it went under the squid propelled them towards the shore as it lay off of the back of the little boat like a motor. They sped across the water and in just a bit of time, they gently slid into the shore.
It cannot be. I’m alive. It is not as painful as before. The burning, the suffocation, it is all going away.
The squid stood upside down, it’s appendages on the ground and tail in the air, and began to walk not unlike a spider towards the houses of the town just ahead. It crawled more and more gracefully until it practically seemed to float above its tentacles that flowed with such automation. The squid approached an occupied home with lit windows and laughter coming from inside. It peered inside from the back patio.
What is this? Life in a box, not unlike the one’s in a tub on the sea. I did not much mind her, the screaming woman, but clearly she minded me. My reflection in the glass, I’m not so different than them, am I? Perhaps I should live in a box too. Are we not all in a box, one way or another?
The squid began to swipe and fumble its dried appendages against the window, making a sound that disturbed the home’s inhabitants. A man approached the window, slightly startled by the sounds he had never heard before. As he approached from the side, the squid pushed through the window with three of its appendages and grabbed the man by the throat, muting his cry and dragging him outside quickly before he could struggle. The starving squid forced the man to the ground and began pecking at him, gnawing his flesh bit by bit, now with all of its appendages constricting, suffocating, and muting the man.
It would have eaten me if I did not eat him first, or at least have shouted and given me away. All I need are his clothes, and I’ll be fine, just like them. Safe from the heat, the cold air too, and the painful textures of the grounds and walls.
The squid dressed itself in the man’s clothes. Jeans and a simple, dull purple t-shirt.Content with its new outfit, its new layer of camouflage, the squid lifted itself through the window and gently massaged, flowing tentacle one after another, down the kitchen sink and stood right in the kitchen.
I’m as complete as I’ll ever be. A squid in a box, imagine that? This is my home now. I’ll go to work, I’ll have a family, I might even go and float on the sea like they do.