As the wait dragged on, Ami started getting distracted, shifting in her seat and ending up in increasingly dynamic poses. Murmur, having finished her swim, strolled down to the end of the dock.
“How goes it? Have you caught anything yet?” she asked.
“Ugh, nope,” Ami groaned, dangling upside down off the edge of the dock. “It's sooo boring—! I thought it'd be more like: fwoosh, skrrt, waBAM! Y’know?”
“... I do not.” Fishing wasn't really something that should go 'wabam'.
“Now, now—I’m certain you’ll get a bite any minute now,” Belphegor tried to cheer up Ami.
“Yeah, right~” Ami scoffed, pulling herself back into an upright position. “There's no way a fish’ll suddenly bite with that kind of timing—”
Suddenly, the bobber jerked beneath the water’s surface and Ami felt a firm tug on the rod.
“Eh? Seriously?”
A meter suddenly appeared in front of her, with a white bar racing down it. When it reached the center, a colorful prompt popped up with the word 'PULL!'
“W-wait— Eh?!” Panicking, Ami yanked on the rod with her excessive strength, flinging the fish straight out of the water and smacking Fenris in the face with it.
“ NICE CATCH! ” A energetic sport announcer's voice shouted from nowhere, accompanied by roaring applause from the (nonexistent) crowd.
“EH?! Who made fishing like this?!” Ami cried, utterly bewildered by the crazed game designer’s machinations. “WHY?!"
Belphegor rolled on his back, laughing like a child that successfully pulled off a prank. He wanted to see how Ami would react to the fishing mechanics, and she did not disappoint.
Normally, it would have taken a while for the two of them to recover—Ami from her mental whiplash and Belphegor from his gutbusting; however, they both immediately stiffened from the chill that emanated from Fenris, who just peeled the fish off of his face. His expression was even more deadpan than usual.
“... I don't know about Wolfie, but that’s usually what Murmur looks like when she’s mad at me…” Belphegor whispered to Ami.
“Y-yeah, Fen’s pretty mad right now…” Ami whispered back, a cold sweat forming on her back.
“I’m not mad.” Fenris said, no inflection in his voice.
He’s super mad! The two exchanged a look before simultaneously nodding.
“W-well, unfortunately, that fish seems to be on the smaller side,” Belphegor spoke nervously, trying to put on his mentorly tone of voice. “I suppose we should toss it back and forget this ever—”
“No.”
“P-pardon?”
“Die.” Fenris punched the fish, obliterating it.
As its death particles scattered, the fish dropped two fillets.
[Carp Fillet ()]
- A fillet from a carp caught in Firrstad’s lake. It is slightly beat-up, for some reason, but is still completely edible.
...
Well, it was about lunchtime, anyways. Fenris happily left for the campfire with his tail wagging.
Belphegor gave a silent prayer to the fish sacrificed in his stead.
“... Isn't he a little too easy to please?” Murmur asked Ami, dumbfounded.
“I’m pretty sure most people are food-motivated, though,” Ami stated confidently, already drooling at the thought of fresh fish cooked over an open flame.
Murmur facepalmed. Those two were definitely siblings.
———
(EXTRA: Meanwhile, in the game developer offices...)
"The fishing is kinda boring... It needs a little more—BANG! Y'know?"
"... I'll see what I can do."
As the wait dragged on, Ami started getting distracted, shifting in her seat and ending up in increasingly dynamic poses. Murmur, having finished her swim, strolled down to the end of the dock.
“How goes it? Have you caught anything yet?” she asked.
“Ugh, nope,” Ami groaned, dangling upside down off the edge of the dock. “It's sooo boring—! I thought it'd be more like: fwoosh, skrrt, waBAM! Y’know?”
“... I do not.” Fishing wasn't really something that should go 'wabam'.
“Now, now—I’m certain you’ll get a bite any minute now,” Belphegor tried to cheer up Ami.
“Yeah, right~” Ami scoffed, pulling herself back into an upright position. “There's no way a fish’ll suddenly bite with that kind of timing—”
Suddenly, the bobber jerked beneath the water’s surface and Ami felt a firm tug on the rod.
“Eh? Seriously?”
A meter suddenly appeared in front of her, with a white bar racing down it. When it reached the center, a colorful prompt popped up with the word 'PULL!'
“W-wait— Eh?!” Panicking, Ami yanked on the rod with her excessive strength, flinging the fish straight out of the water and smacking Fenris in the face with it.
“ NICE CATCH! ” A energetic sport announcer's voice shouted from nowhere, accompanied by roaring applause from the (nonexistent) crowd.
“EH?! Who made fishing like this?!” Ami cried, utterly bewildered by the crazed game designer’s machinations. “WHY?!"
Belphegor rolled on his back, laughing like a child that successfully pulled off a prank. He wanted to see how Ami would react to the fishing mechanics, and she did not disappoint.
Normally, it would have taken a while for the two of them to recover—Ami from her mental whiplash and Belphegor from his gutbusting; however, they both immediately stiffened from the chill that emanated from Fenris, who just peeled the fish off of his face. His expression was even more deadpan than usual.
“... I don't know about Wolfie, but that’s usually what Murmur looks like when she’s mad at me…” Belphegor whispered to Ami.
“Y-yeah, Fen’s pretty mad right now…” Ami whispered back, a cold sweat forming on her back.
“I’m not mad.” Fenris said, no inflection in his voice.
He’s super mad! The two exchanged a look before simultaneously nodding.
“W-well, unfortunately, that fish seems to be on the smaller side,” Belphegor spoke nervously, trying to put on his mentorly tone of voice. “I suppose we should toss it back and forget this ever—”
“No.”
“P-pardon?”
“Die.” Fenris punched the fish, obliterating it.
As its death particles scattered, the fish dropped two fillets.
[Carp Fillet ()]
- A fillet from a carp caught in Firrstad’s lake. It is slightly beat-up, for some reason, but is still completely edible.
...
Well, it was about lunchtime, anyways. Fenris happily left for the campfire with his tail wagging.
Belphegor gave a silent prayer to the fish sacrificed in his stead.
“... Isn't he a little too easy to please?” Murmur asked Ami, dumbfounded.
“I’m pretty sure most people are food-motivated, though,” Ami stated confidently, already drooling at the thought of fresh fish cooked over an open flame.
Murmur facepalmed. Those two were definitely siblings.
———
(EXTRA: Meanwhile, in the game developer offices...)
"The fishing is kinda boring... It needs a little more—BANG! Y'know?"
"... I'll see what I can do."
