Throwback Art: My high school 3D art project (many years ago)

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Well, if what he'd researched about the so-called 'mermaid' was actually true, anyway. There was only one way to find out, but he had no intention of being a part of the audience. He was going to find out the truth... and then go from there.

No one ever said he was great at planning ahead.

Even when passerby bumped into him, Church kept his cool beyond an annoyed glower, standing off to the side and out of the way while he watched the tent in question. Taking a break, huh? Perfect timing...

Inside the tent in question, was a whole mini museum of "artifacts" and treasures. Everything from fake skeletons and teeth from supposed cryptids or monsters to taxidermied animals that looked deformed. And even old items that were branded as things left behind from fae. Fake? Probably. However, on the far end of the tent, there were displays set up leading up to what looked to be a large fish tank. The tank spanned the length of maybe two grown men. No filtration, not even decoration or plant life. In fact, there wasn't anything in the tank, except for one very large being, with their tail currently chained to the bottom of the enclosure to keep them seated.

"Shelly", as the plaque in front of the tank read... Though that most likely wasn't her name. It did say she was about nine feet long, however. And that much seemed to be true with how cramped she appeared inside.

Though she seemed to have her body turned away from view, arms folded over her chest while she rested her upper half against the glass. It was clear upon closer inspection that they had some kind of contraption strapped to her head. Something that looked right out of medieval times, and if siren history were to be correct here... It was likely to keep her mouth shut.

Dark black hair swayed with every slight movement or breath. And the creature was quiet and still. Looking to be asleep.

PIERROT QUIETLY SCANS the crowd of people, moving from one attraction to the next. He wasn't wearing his usual costume, having opted for something simple that'd let him blend in and covered most of his monstrous traits. Other than his tall frame, people barely acknowledged him, which was what he wanted. The less attention, the better. He had been sent out by Jester to scope the place out, to check and make sure there weren't any monsters being held captive before he'd torch the place down. So far, he hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary; most of the attractions were rather lackluster, but still managed to entice people to come take a look. It isn't til he nears a tank and peers in the murky water that he stops, his eyes widening behind his sunglasses.

SURE ENOUGH HE was looking at another monster. That alone made him angry. Pierrot wanted to break the glass then and there, but... He knew better. He needed to tell Jester first before proceeding. Taking out his phone, he snaps a picture of the creature and sends it off to Jester, who responds almost instantaneously.

TXT : // 𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝.

AS THE CROWD began to thin out some, Pierrot drew closer to the glass and gave it a few light taps. Once he had the other monster's attention, he carefully pulled up his glasses and showed them his eyes; yellow irises with black sclera. Clearly, he wasn't human and was trying to tell them as such. As he lowers his glasses back into place, he gestures for them to back up or back up as much as they can so he'll have some room for what he's about to do. Pierrot might not look like it, but he was a rather strong monster. Not caring if any of the nearby humans got caught up in this or hit by flying debris, he winds his arm back and then swings it forward, punching his fist against the glass. The glass cracks almost immediately, water gushing from a few of the bigger cracks he had made. He takes another swing and this time manages to shatter the glass entirely. Pierrot takes a few steps back as water floods the area around him, knocking a few people off their feet. He doesn't pay them any mind as he nears the hole he made and climbs inside.

After what felt like some time, Haven could tell by the way the noises and flashing lights lessened, that most of the crowd had now started dispersing to some of the other attractions nearby. And for that, she was grateful.

She was just beginning to let herself relax again, maybe catch a few z's before another wave of chaotic guests would come piling into the tent. However, when yet another series of taps are given to her glass. Her fins twitch in agitation. And truly, she would've continued giving whoever it was the cold shoulder, had the knocking not been so... Incessant.

Suddenly whipping around where she sat, she flared her fins at the stranger threateningly. Her dark hair pooling and framing the metal contraption strapped to her head as she bore into them with her eyes.

She was just about to give a hiss, maybe even knock her own hand against the glass. But then the stranger does something that makes her stop completely. He lowers his glasses, and what meets her gaze, are eyes that look... Almost eerily similar to her own.

No human had eyes like her.... Which of course, piqued her interest enough to drop the hostility for now as she examined him closely up and down.

God, what she wouldn't give to be able to speak... Not like her English was very good, but her tongue burned with questions.

But-- No time for that, it seemed.. Because as soon as he's grabbed her attention, he's already started to back up again. And it takes him actually rearing back and SLAMMING his fists into the tank's glass before she's catching on to the gestures he had been making prior.

Confusion and fear show in her eyes as she startles and practically cringes back. The impact ringing in her ears.

Again, he hits the glass, and again- And Haven is frantically grabbing at her chain and anything else she can think to reach as the glass eventually shatters and breaks from his strength. Water gushing out into the floor, knocking a few people over, and trying to pull her right along with it.

Once this was done, and the water was completely drained from her enclosure. She tries to pry back wet strands of hair from her vision as she looked around with wild eyes, then to the stranger from before as he actually climbed into the box with her and started snapping apart her chains. Something even she had struggled with.

When he turns to her and speaks low, then offers his hand. She's almost too stunned to move. She didn't know who this was, or why he was rescuing her. (If he even WAS rescuing. She couldn't be sure anymore.)

But... Now that the glass was gone, and the water too.. She smelled something. Something funny-- She'd never smelled that before... It wasn't human, but it wasn't anything like her either. It was something new. And it was coming from him.

While she still wasn't sure what he was planning, the sounds of people yelling and shouting from the next tent over seemed to be just the right motivation for her to suddenly throw herself at him. Arms wrapped tightly around his neck as she peered back over his shoulder fearfully.

If she could speak, there was no doubt she'd be telling him to hoist her up and RUN.

"You can have my heart."

"I'm afraid you asked for this."

"I promise you, you're all I see."

"You are the reason I still fight."

"You can run, but you can't hide."

"True friends stab you in the front."

"Tear me to pieces, sell me for parts."

"Well, don't you feel so much better?"

"I promise you I'll never leave your side."

"Promise me you'll never leave my side."

"Cut off my wings and come lock me up."

"You must've made some kind of mistake."

"Just pull the plug, yeah, I've had enough."

"Sometimes I wonder why are we all here."

"Are we just ladders in the world of snakes?"

"You got a lot of nerve, but not a lot of spine."

"I lost my wife this year, we've lost our friend..."

"Come sink into me and let me breathe you in."

"Such a bitter irony like a kick right to the teeth."

"The nightmares in our heads are bad enough…"

"You got me on my knees, I'm your one-man cult."

"Always fighting battles, but it never seem to end."

"Well, hate is gasoline, a fire fueling all my dreams."

"I thought I'd sold my soul, but he kept the receipt."

"We're all fucked in the head, alone and depressed."

"I'm sorry, but it's too late, and it's not worth saving."

"Time won't help you, 'cause karma has no deadline."

"I think we're doomed, and now, there's no way back."

"You want salvation? Well, I'm sorry, we're all doomed."

"I'll leave you choking on every word you left unspoken."

"Death is on my mind so much, it makes me wanna die."

"My head is haunting me and my heart feels like a ghost."

"I need to feel something, 'cause I'm still so far from home."

"I dealt with too much fuckin' shit and now I'm in too deep."

"And you know that I'm in love with the mess, I think I like it."

"Call me a nihilist, I guess I'm just unclear as to why I bother."

"Every wound will shape me, every scar will build my throne."

"'Cause if life's one big fuckin' game, well, I don't wanna play."

"Show me what I can't see when the spark in my eyes is gone."

"Come shove me over the edge, 'cause my head is in overdrive."

"You can drag me through hell if it meant I could hold your hand."

"So how dare you try and steal my flame just 'cause yours faded?"

"But if I sing along a little fucking louder to a happy song, I'll be alright."

"So dig two graves, 'cause when you die, I swear I'll be leaving by your side."

"The sticks and the stones that you used to throw have built me an empire."

"I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you… 'cause I'll forget, but I'll never forgive you."

"Remember the moment you left me alone and broke every promise you ever made?"

"So you can throw me to the wolves… Tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack."

"And I really wish that you could help, but my head is like a carousel, and I'm going 'round in circles."

“I’ll protect you.”

“You’re not a burden.”

“It’s okay. You can rest.”

“It’ll all turn out all right.”

“It’s alright to cry. Let it out.”

“You did the best you could.”

“You still deserve to be loved.”

“You’re stronger than you think.”

“You can scream if you need to.”

“It’s not as bad as you think it is.”

“You’ve got this. I believe in you.”

“You’re allowed to have feelings.”

“No one’s going to hurt you here.”

“There’s nothing dangerous here.”

“Do you need someone to talk to?”

“Come here, I think you need a hug.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re safe, now.”

“Your past mistakes are not who you are.”

“You can squeeze my hand if you need to.”

“I know it’s scary, but I know you’ll be okay.”

“You deserve to be treated better than that.”

“You don’t have to handle this all on your own.”

“It’s okay to mess up. You don’t have to be perfect.”

“You don’t have to be scared anymore. You’re safe.”

“You’re better at this than you give yourself credit for.”

“You made a mistake, and it’s not the end of the world.”

“I’ll always be right here for you, whenever you need me.”

“You’re scared. It’s okay to admit it, there’s no shame in it.”

“I’m always going to have your back. You know that, right?”

“It’s okay to speak up. You should have a voice in this, too.”

“I’m here, whether you need hugs, or ice cream, or… anything.”

“I’m here for you. I will always be here for you, as long as I live.”

“There’s nothing wrong with looking after yourself. It’s not selfish.”

“You deserve to have someone you cares about and what you need.”

“How about I make you something to eat, and you can tell me about it?”

“No one expects you to be indestructible. It’s alright to break sometimes.”

“There is nothing you could ever do or say that would make me love you less.”

“You’re always tasking care of everyone else, but do you let anyone look after you?”

“Do you want to just order pizza, watch a movie, and forget about it all for a minute?”

“You don’t always have to be the hero. sometimes it’s okay for other people to save you, too.”

“Why do you always assume you’re a problem for me? I chose to love you, and all that comes with that.”