This is Scar (Pandoras insisted on this name; it's short for "Scarface").
What's his story? To be honest, I do not really know. He has always been like this, and with only one eye, a crooked topline, and a number of other physical imperfections, his chances of survival were slim. But he has survived. Over two months of living in a dingy cold Petsmart betta cup of his own waste, surrounded by many more striking beauties. Always passed over, forever unwanted. Every single visit, I looked at him sadly and turned away. He was expensive and I had nowhere to put him. His dragon scale betta label with its unwavering $9.99 price tag was practically a death sentence.
Last month, when I finally had the space to get him, I could not find him. I figured he was gone. It was probably it was better that way. It meant his suffering was over and he would no longer have to wait for a person that would never come. Then, two days ago, my grandparents went to Walmart and I tagged along to get some supplies for a class project. I inevitably ended up at Petsmart and I found him again, perched all the way in the back of the betta display. I hesitated and turned away one last time. But I could not stop thinking about him. So, today, I went back and brought him home with me. I don't really care if other people, like my family most likely would, think I am wasting my time and money. He deserves to live.