Corny Trashlord🌽

People have a weird and sick way of romanticizing death. If he were honest, it felt like shit. The grasp of death was cold and unforgiving. This time, there were no gleaming golden eyes staring him down and no webbed hands pulling him up onto an observation deck. Everything hurt. His ears were ringing. His back was burning from shards of glass and shrapnel embedded into flesh. He could taste blood in the water. His blood.

With lady luck usually not on his side, he'd fully expected to die in that van or suffer much heavier injuries. Well, it was either that stupid rental van or this. And he'd much prefer the biting cold of the currents than being roasted alive in a van that was decidedly not his dream ride.

Speaking of dream rides, did🧤manage to get away? He hoped he did. 🧤deserved much more than a tank being his whole world. 🧤would go on an adventure, see things he'd never seen before, experience life beyond the confines of a cold, uncaring facility and maybe meet other people. The mercreature had always seemed to be rather sociable underneath his prickly exterior. 🎇should be happy for him and yet…

The oxygen deprivation began to take his thoughts away.

He'd soon be seaweed, nothing more than flesh and bones ready to decay in the currents.

'I really want to go on that adventure with you too.'

The water suddenly began to stir around him. Lips pressed against his own and a tongue forced his mouth open.

The rush of oxygen in his lungs had him struggling to open his eyes. What greeted him was a face he'd come to call beautiful. The breath caught in his throat, just like it always did.🧤never failed to take his breath away.

🎇wondered distantly if🧤would scoff if he cracked the joke right now.

Lean arms wrapped around him to pull him to the surface. 🧤's tail, useless on land, was made to slice through water like nothing while the tentacles worked to propel them up.

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"How dare you make my choices for me?! Fuck your stupid adventure, pretty boy. I don't care about that crap. Hey! Are you listening to me?" The back of his skull was pounding as🧤launched into his long-winded tirade.

"I am." 🎇winced when his voice came out scratchy. "I was just thinking about how much I hate the sand and how pretty you are." Oh, hate the sand he did. What was worse than dry sand? Damp sand. It was getting in places where it shouldn't even be. Eugh.

"Nice try, brother. That ain't working on me this time."

Perhaps it was the incredulousness of the situation that had 🎇suddenly bursting into laughter. Or maybe it was how🧤had his arms akimbo in a way that made him look like a customer ready to out-sass a tired employee at W4lm4rt.

Laughter was ever a contagious disease. The noise that left 🧤 was breathy and a little strangled but it enraptured 🎇 all the same. It was as if his soft chuckles lifted a veil from his eyes.

Funny how laughter can do that. They were truly the honest rumblings of the soul.

"🧤." "Huh?" "My name, idiot." "Oh."

The day dawned crisp and clear.

"Hey, 🧤?" "What?" "Can I kiss you? Like for real this time? No more drowny kisses?" "No."

"Huh?! I think I more than deserve it, don't you think?" "Fuck you."

"That can be arranged. All you had to do was ask, man. You know–" 🧤catches his lips in a bruising kiss. Frankly, it was more teeth than an actual locking of lips but 🎇was more than happy with that distinction for now. He'd like to not be reminded of his underwater experiences AND it was more than enough to shut him up. For now anyway.

Not that he wanted to look. He knew what was waiting. Guilt. Denial. Defeat. Wilful ignorance was still ignorance all the same. He could acknowledge that much at least.

Hearing 🧤's voice for the first time was a pleasant surprise.

It was musical and much deeper and fuller in range than he expected. The incredulity was silly to think about in hindsight. 🧤had a slender frame, that much was true, but he was still far larger than him.

His tail and tentacles more than made up for what he lacked in upper body strength. The interaction made his heart flutter all the same even if🧤only spoke up to shut down his ridiculous theories.

The butterflies in his stomach quickly turned stone cold.

🎇was far from blind to the way the research facility saw their prized subject, a clearly intelligent being that could very well surpass them in intellect. It wasn't hard to gauge how sharp-witted his fish friend was just based on their shared conversations, which made his orders all the harder to fulfill.

🧤 was an ethereal sort of beautiful, would've and should've been untouchable if he weren't shackled in a tide pool far too small to ever be enough for him. Would🧤like to see the world beyond his tank?

Would🧤still have all the hard edges that threatened to slit the throats of anyone who came close if he were free? Oh, yes. Most definitely. The thought made a chuckle bubble in his throat. All that snark paired with smug grins that had far too much teeth was part of his charm.

Come to think of it, 🧤 never told him his name. Also, when did 'it' become 'he'?

Before he could even comprehend his own reckless actions, he was pulling into the facility in a rental van and sneaking past the security checkpoint at 3am.

He felt the same pull again, amplified every time he knew🧤was close. It felt like a primeval desire built into him to actively seek out whoever was on the other end.

He climbed the familiar steps up to the observation deck and waited with baited breath for🧤to surface.

🧤's wrath was palpable despite the distance he put between them. The reaction was not a surprise to either of them. 🎇had been gone for a good week trying to gather himself with nary a word to his friend.

"Thought you had enough of me. Studied all you had to, didn't you?"

🎇flinched in response despite it being the furthest thing from the truth but🧤seemed to take his minute reaction as fact. "I see how it is. You humans always pull this shit with me. Stand something to gain by earning the monster's trust, huh?

"No! I…" "Shut the fuck up. I don't want to see you." "You don't have to see me then! But please hear me out."

🧤turned away and began to sink back into the waters. "Would you like to go on an adventure?" The question gave the mer pause.

The space fell silent, only interrupted by the soft whirring of the control panels.

🎇doesn't remember how he got here. He sped down the hallway with reckless abandon with 🧤in his arms and clinging on for dear life with night guards hot on their tail and calling for backup.

Adrenaline was what kept him going. Or maybe all those push-ups actually worked out in his favor for picking up a nearly 300-pound octopi-man-fish thing. On second thought, maybe the smuggling part should've been better planned.

"Hope you're ready to see the sunrise again, man. We should be able to get to sea by dawn." "Why are you even doing this?" "Would you believe me if I said I'm doing this because I want to know your name?" "Ah, so you ARE a knucklehead." "Hey!"

🎇had a field day explaining to his colleagues on why he had returned from the isolation tank soaked from head to toe and weak on his knees that day. The silver lining? Well, at least the flush on his face could be chalked up to a fever settling in from walking around in notably not-dry clothes. He was sent straight home where vestiges of sleep tugged him into a fitful slumber of gold eyes and soft lips.

He wanted so badly to share what had happened in that room but he'd seen the way most reacted to the mere reminder of the 'monster' they kept under lock and key. Greed and fear. He wondered if that's why it always looked so angry. Or was it sad?

That was when it dawned on him that he wouldn't mind if it mauled him. He'd accept him with open arms, foolish as it sounded. He was more concerned for its well-being.

It always appeared so miserable. There was so much he wanted to know. Could it speak? Did it have a hobby? What would make it smile?

It was that train of thought that brought him right back to the same observation deck the next day.

This time though, it was adamant on ignoring him after having had writhing tentacles toss him right back onto the deck when he tried entering his tank again against his better judgment. It was clearly not amused as it swam in agitated circles to make sure🎇doesn't try again.

So territorial. He pouted. It was progress nevertheless. It didn't seem to want to harm him anymore. Never being one to give up, he sat down on the edge, right where he stood the day before, and began to spin ridiculous tales about his life, hoping it would stop to listen.

Maybe one day it would surface to tell him how stupid he sounds.

That had become their routine.

Justification after justification on why he was going to see the mercreature that was adamant on ignoring him for weeks on end. In truth, it all came down to the golden gaze that bore into him and pulled him in on instinct.

Perhaps all those legends about sirens luring sailors into the sea and drowning them were true. But that's a problem for tomorrow's 🎇 to handle.

He was going to pretend what he was planning to do was to earn the creature's trust after several weeks of observation. One might even say what he was planning to do was incredibly foolish. That barely deterred him from trying. The space was just as dark as he remembered. Soft lights rippled through the water as the creature swam its rounds in leisure as he approached the metal stairs leading to the observation platform. That was when the emergency lights kicked in, bathing the tank an ominous red.

It paused, finally taking notice of 🎇's presence and broke to surface not a moment later.

"Umm… Hi," he greeted with all the calm he could muster as he kicked aside the tranquilizer gxn by his feet before removing his shoes. Inhuman eyes followed his every move with caution and curiosity. With how close the creature was now, he could clearly see the speckles of light against its skin that form intricate patterns, barely washed out by the red lighting, reminding him of the stars he saw last summer during his trip to the countryside.

'Beautiful.' The sight had him staring in wonderment. Beautiful was definitely not a word to use on someone who could very well kill him with a precise swipe of his tail or a deliberate drag of his ankle that pulled him into the water the moment he dipped his foot into the water.

Oddly specific? That was exactly what happened.

He got himself pulled under murky waters. It happened so quickly. Part of him cursed himself for forgetting that it moved far quicker than it looked. It wasn't as if this behavior was unexpected.

He would've brought a snorkel if he possessed any foresight. A little too late for regrets, unfortunately. He saw his life flash before his eyes. The experience should terrify him and yet all he felt was peace washing over him as the snarling fishman hovered over him with webbed fingers around his neck. It's quite the mesmerizing sight. Was that a mole by his lips? Fish people get moles? Cute. The thought brought a soft grin to his lips as he reached out to brush his hand against its cheek.

Perhaps it was just his imagination, but in his final moments of consciousness, he saw how sad it looked, barred teeth and all.

He wasn't sure what to expect, having suddenly been assigned to check on an isolation tank that was far too opaque with suspended sediment to actually see anything.

This was the part of his job he disliked. The theatrics to aggrandize whatever was in the massive container.

This was the part of his job he disliked. The theatrics to aggrandize whatever was in the massive container.🎇was half expecting to see whatever poor creature was in there floating belly up until something slammed into the tank wall as he approached.

The loud noise echoed in the largely empty room. "What the hell?"

What stared back at him with rows of sharp teeth barred was a human… face? The differences were quickly made apparent.

Whatever it was, its eyes were set slightly further apart than a human's with gold eyes that glowed like lanterns in dim lighting. Long, blonde…hair(?) fanned around the creature. The creature had a deep purple tail streaked with gold and red spots and stripes that looked powerful enough to knock a grown man unconscious. There seemed to also be sets of trailing tentacles that extended from its back.

The creature was a beautiful and terrible sight to behold in all its feral performance and yet there was a distinctly dejected tilt to its…his shoulders. 🎇saw intelligence in slit eyes.

Instead of backing away as he should have, he approached the tank with the wonderment of a child seeing a fairy tale come to life.

He raised a hand against the cold glass and watched as the creature's aggression abated. A hand resembling that of a sapien's, save for the webbing in between, mimicked him. Was that a spark of heat he felt when their palms lined up?

🎇was unable to dwell on it as the mercreature snarled in his face and spun away with a powerful slap of its tail.

The sprawling tentacles stirred up the sand to obscure his sight as to where it had retreated to.

Well, that could've gone better.

Either way, his interest had, at some point, shifted from sincerely chatting people up to messing with bots and pointing out the multiple forms of social faux pas in the profile pictures he comes across as a form of entertainment.

Contrary to the belief, 🎇was NOT terminally online. Sure, he's gotten himself into a few online spats to defend the latest subject of his hyperfixations, but who hasn't at one point or another?

And speaking of said hyperfixation, who else but the actor and up-and-coming musician with a flare for dramatics, Mgn Dzmd?

It would be a stretch to say🧤was his type. The fashion-forward celebrity sported a quirky asymmetrical bob with an even stranger pattern of purple streaks in flaxen hair recognizable from a mile away that🎇thought was too flashy(but he can't look away).

The voice that dripped from his lips was what kept him spellbound. It was as much honey as it were poison. One listen and🎇was a goner.

It's that exact voice🎇had on loop in his carefully curated playlist of sad boy songs.

Okay. Maybe he really liked how dreamy his eyes were too.🎇swears they were an unearthly shade of gold.

A little too much detail? Is this a terrible w4ttp4d 0n3 direction fic?

No, your honor, he is simply a✨𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ✨.

If anyone cared to ask,🎇thought🧤looked like the legendary nine-tailed fox that preyed on humans from the tales he heard as a snot-faced kid. Oh,🎇had indeed been preyed on. Both his heart and his wallet gutted like fish!

And it's that familiar fox-like face that greets him as he swipes through profiles on the app in the dead of night. The name highlighted on the profile was Mgn Dzmd. . .. … Who the hell would use their real name on a dating app, let alone one belonging to a known celebrity?

There were also two other horribly crunchy photos attached. One of a slender, well-manicured hand strangling a Snic plush and the other, a cropped photo of what one would describe as a bountiful rear.

The profile came off more as a joke than a thirst trap.

In any case, it was still a clear, undisguised attempt at catfishing.

'Hi ;) Not Amy from S0n1c? Stay away from me. Nuff said.'

"…" There's a perceptible twitch in his eye at the crude description. 🎇could've let it go. He absolutely could go on with his life pretending he had never seen it. This wasn't the strangest profile he had come across. But catfishing? As his favorite musician? With that god-awful description that read like a poor attempt at acting like a no thoughts head empty s0n1c-crazed🧤? Oh, hell no.

He vigorously tapped away on his screen with more force than necessary.

Justalilguy🎇: hey Justalilguy🎇: catfishing isn't cool man Justalilguy🎇: u shud rly change ur name

It was not of a crowd of dead faces, unfamiliar shadowed figures, or anything a priestess was permitted to dream about.

It was a memory of a tall blond man with intelligent eyes that reminded her of rock candy held up to the sun.

It was someone that she was supposed to have left behind after she had shattered her earthly ties with her own hands.

Here, there was no pain burrowing into her cold, wintry core. No stakes pining her limbs to the floor.

Instead, there were candied apples enjoyed in the heat of a summer evening by the riverbank as the currents soaked the hems of their yukatas.

Gentle fingers carded through blue locks and grazed the back of her neck. "You're leaving, aren't you?" She heard herself ask, voice dragging like silk on snow. The glow of festival lanterns reflected in 🧤's eyes in flecks of gold.

Her words plunge them into a discomfiting silence.

"I am… I'll be gone for a while." "I see." "But!" His sudden outburst startled her.

"Listen, okay? I…uh…still want to be with you. If… you'll have me…" 🎇could see his cheeks flushing as red as the blooming camellias in their village.

"A proposal,🧤? Shouldn't you talk to my family first?"

She burst into peals of laughter, feeling a warm glow rise to her face.

"I was going to! You were acting like I was never going to come back!"

Part of her wondered if she would slip away with him into the heart of the winter night if he had come for her.

Far, far away from the shrine and far, far away from the maze of the grief not her own. It was a fleeting fantasy. She bore the tattoos. There was no turning back from that. Her duty was to ferry the pain and suffering creeping beneath her skin to the other side.

I want to see you again. I can't… But, just once more… Let me…dream.

"🎇!🎇!"

She awoke, disturbed from her eternal slumber to the fetid scent of death amongst the many priestesses staked to the floor and walls, doomed to never find peace.

What greeted her was the sight of a familiar visage she had longed to see for far too long amongst the creeping, enveloping miasma that hung thick in the chamber.

🧤seemed relieved to see her awake. There was a slight upward quirk to his lips. A breathy noise was caught in her throat. He was here. ₕₑ ₕₐd cₒₘₑₕₑ ₕₐd cₒₘₑₕₑ ₕₐd cₒₘₑₕₑ ₕₐd cₒₘₑₕₑ ₕₐd cₒₘₑ

A hatchet was brought down to the back of his head before any words were exchanged. The image of frightened eyes scorched into her own as the light in them went out. Their stillness reflected her own gaze, turbulent with emotion. Fear, regret, despair, rage…