In a country far away from most life:

Alex went to sleep after a dreadful day of war against the fish eaters. His deepest wish right now was to make the war stop and get his people to win. Good for them the sticky hand kingdom and bogeyland had joined the war being on the fishdom side. 

After falling into a deep slumber Alex found himself in an empty domain with the ground and sky being light blue. With the lack of anything it looked like he was underwater and that somewhere above was a sun shining onto the sea floor where he sat. Suddenly a mysterious voice spoke.

"I've been investigating you", the mystic voice said. It sounded like it came from thin air like they were using some kind of telepathy to talk to Alex

"What? Who are you?" Alex panicked at the sudden thought of someone stalking him.

"Thou shall be granted the power to turn your enemies to fishies and onto your side. Use this power wisely or else", it got straight to the point.

"Wait what???????" Alex got even more confused.

All of a sudden Alex felt as if he was sinking into the ground. The sand basically ate him. Then he woke up to the sweet sound of his alarm clock. That chimed the screethes of one of his victims' last breaths. 

He got ready for work knowing that it will mostly be boring paperwork about their alliance with the other nations. He got his house keys and was about to put them into his bag until he noticed his keychain. It was a fish with a wooden head and knitted body. There was nothing special about it, it just catched his attention. Until all of a sudden it started glowing and vibrating. The light got brighter and brighter until he couldn't see anything. It all happened way too quickly for Alex to panic in other ways than to yelp and accidentally drop the thing to the floor.

Finally after the bright light disappeared he saw a person sitting in front of him. Assumably it was a blue haired boy. The boy was holding onto his head as if it was in pain.

"Who the frick are you!!!" Alex screamed at the sudden intruder in his house.

"Huh?" The boy looked up into Alex's widened eyes. 

"YOU HEARD ME LOUD AND CLEAR", he demanded answers.

"Please stop screaming or my ears will explode", 

"Well that would be quite pleasant, now please answer my question", 

"I'm actually not sure either", the boy chuckled.

Now that another problem had made its way into Alex's life, he barely had any idea about what to do. What was he gonna do about the fact that apparently his keychain turned into a real boy. Isn't the answer obvious? Kidnap him and put him into your basement and then torture them since no one will know of his excistance and thus will not look for him. Maybe his neighbors will just think that Alex is having a wild night with someone based on all of the screams coming from his house. 

Alex took the boy from their hand and dragged them into another room. Now that Alex thought about it, the boy was surprisingly short and petite. How submissible. Who knows what else you could do with this subject. Now in the basement Alex told the boy to stay there till he had returned back home from work.

After probably what felt like the longest day of work due to Alex's impatience about what was gonna happen back home. Sadly for him someone interrupted his calm walk back to the humble abode he calls home. 

"ALEXXXXXX WAITTTTT!" An annoying voice, which belonged to his childhood friend who we call Bush, yelled.

Alex stopped at his tracks and turned around to face this familiar person only for them to already be close enough to give Alex a big tight hug. He tried pushing the friend away but to no avail. 

"I heard that there's a new carrot restaurant! I'm sure you would love it and it would be fun if we went there together someday", they squealed in excitement.

"Yeahh sure maybe some other day…" 

After that he finally got the chance to go home in peace. He was already getting excited about the ideas he managed to make with his wonderful imagination. The little twink getting mercilessly fucked by Alex's decires maybe even being tied up. How much of a loser would you have to be to be imagining that. 

His hopes and dreams get immediately crushed after entering the basement and finding the fish boy now in his original form of a keychain. With disappointment written all over Alex, he picked the keychain off the floor and with it went to his room. The diary on his night table that has waited for months to be picked up again basically screamed to be written in again. It may be best if he writes all of the recent events and future plans down.

The rest of the evening going as usual with nothing too interesting led up with Alex finally going to sleep. Somewhy he got the need to bring the special keychain to bed with him. He wondered about his plans for tomorrow since the original ones were practically already crushed. From the current look it looked like it was gonna be a boring weekend if anything.

Who knows how much the clock was when a familiar kind of light shone from under the covers, seeming to come from the keychain like earlier. Poof and all of a sudden the fish boy was back. Alex's arms automatically wrapping around the other's fragile body even within his deep slumber. The boy slowly opening his eyes to witness what was going around him. 

'I'm back?' The boy thought, trying to recall the events from last time.

As morning came like usual, Alex was surprised to wake up to a rather familiar face next to him. Was he still sleeping? Alex didn't want to risk waking up the hopefully sleeping beauty so he stayed still and admired the other boy. 

While pondering about the future events these two would have, Alex got a great idea. 

'Wouldn't it be a marvelous idea that, okay there would be this beautiful savior who would inevitably die to save us all from this cruel fate that has been planned for us', Alex thought. But hey couldn't he just make that a reality since he already has a beautiful person and what else would you need.

Alex got out of bed quickly to make sure today would go perfectly. But one thing Alex didn't think of: how was Fishy gonna save everyone from the fish eaters. Oh well but that was going to be future Alex's problem. 

As Alex was going down the stairs and into the kitchen for some breakfast, he realized: 'who need breakfast anyways' and blopped onto the sofa. Opening his phone he was greeted with a mere 200 messages from 'my beloved', only for Alex to realize that someone had messed with the names on his phone and that someone was probably the origin of these messages. Oh but 200 isn't that much right? 

About 75% of the messages were either love letters or some quirky poems made for him. He did not read any of them and only responded with a cat meme.

Extremely bored as Alex was. He had nothing to do but entertain himself with his thoughts. Maybe they could both die in war and live happily ever after in the afterlife. Maybe after a few tests and such, Alex could find the biology behind this mysterious species or magic that made his keychain turn into the boy of his dreams so he could make clones of said species and use that as a marketing tactic. Who wouldn't want a basically legal slave. 

The sounds of footsteps awakened Alex from his thoughts. Mister Fishy had woken up. The perfect day could finally begin. 

"Mister Fishyyy!!" Alex yelled, peeking from behind the couch's back. 

"Oh it's you again", Fishy said, tilting his head to the side, making complete eye contact with Alex, not realizing the threat he's in. 

Alex seemed irritated with this response as he jumped up from the couch and tackled the poor boy. Alex made a low growling noise as he pinned the smaller male to the floor threatening a small pocket knife to his throat. Fishy yelped in surprise, his widened eyes and now stiff body made it seem like he had only now realized what was going on. 

"Say, what would happen if I were to cut your throat open", Alex thought aloud, tracing the shape of a line onto his throat but not harshly enough to leave a mark, "nah, that would be too boring".

"Please don't hurt me, you know help is always available if you're suffering with something", Fishy commented nervously, still too gullible to know that that was the most horrendous thing one could say in such a moment. 

"Good thing I'm not in a silly mood right now, otherwise, you would be found in my basement with iron string stitched into your limbs complimented with some glitter glue", 

Alex was interrupted with a sudden ringing coming from his pocket. Someone was calling him. He got up and answered the call swiftly without looking at who the actual caller was. 

"Omggg heyy Alexxx, me and Passion were planning to go on a date and I just got the idea that we could make it a double date, sooooo would it be like the most awful idea if you and maybe Bush could come along???" It was Cockjuice. She's one of the more irresistible people I know. I actually found her quite entertaining as well as god damn hot so how could I say no. Other than the fact that I completely despise Bush, I'd say it's worth it. 

"Yeahhh sure, sounds like a plan, send me the information and I'll be there", Alex answered. Seems like little mister Fishy got a tad bit lucky today. Except usually hanging out with Cockjuice makes him way too silly for anyone's wellbeing.