Deep-sea creatures are definitely scary, being populated with big numbers of surprisingly huge fishes with sharp teeth and astonishingly gross creatures with disgusting appearance, whose one look frightened the prey to paralyzing. Even a deep-sea buddy like me agreed with that unchangeable fact: if we lived in a formidable depth underwater, we could be truly hideous.

And I am, proudly, an exception of that usually correct theorem, or at least that was what Angy said to me repeatedly, while cursing her 'ridiculous' self. Actually, she was the one that I always rewarded with a gangsta coolness, her mouth a powerful structure of fangs and throat, her skin black and rough, a dangerous angler glowed over her, illuminated her devilish face, displayed her strength in a single glance. I literally idolized Angy. In my personal opinion, she was the tip of the top, and even now maybe I still think so.

As for me, I'm very happy to say that I was the cutest-looking animal in the darkness of the deep, a pink, tiny Dumbo octopus. People saw me as adorable, with my big fins that looked like little wings flapping around, my fat, squishy body and my small tentacles hovering in the water, and Angy recognized me that way, too. 

"My pretty Dum-Dum." she praised, calling me by my nickname. She never liked us to be called by our 'lame and ordinary' species name, in which she learnt from a long, careless voyage to the shallows, she went as far as hating those in fishes' underwater language, and composed new names for us, me as Dum-Dum, and she, Angy.

A female anglerfish befriending a tiny Dumbo octopus, that might be a very strange thing for every scientist on Earth, but, well, that's how big friendships happened. We would meet, we would find ourselves fitting with the other so much we wanted to hang out a lot, and sometimes later we were an undividable group. If we liked being friends, then we were, and it never matters how weird and how dangerous us buddies seemed to be in outsiders' criticizing eyes.

I liked her, and she liked me. That was the old, good times.

Sometimes I still missed my ocean days.