#fnaf au: song for a siren
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Woe, fish be upon thee
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#they be big#sun n moon for scale#song for a siren#fnaf au: song for a siren#mer!eclipse#coming soon
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Digitalized sketch of my fish man
Attempt at close ups under cut
(disclaimer I have no idea what I'm doing just that apps don't like this one)
#drawing#digital drawing#digital art#fnaf au#fnaf sb#five nights at freddys#fnaf fanart#security breach#fnaf#fnaf security breach#eclipse fnaf#solar eclipse#mermaid au#siren au#siren#mermaid#Sound Of A Siren Song#Dyos Art
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This is my official contribution to Mermay! Drawing inspiration from @bamsara version of the boys, here are Sun and Moon as mermaids (technically sirens in my version tho, since mermaids are more typically half human and these are not)
Their scales shimmer in the light, making Suns tail sparkle and shimmer like, well, the Sun, and Moons tail looks like a starry night sky. Certain patches on both of them glow in the dark as well.
Moon typically resides deeper under water where it is darker, and where his eyes turn to black with only red pin-pricks as pupils (seen above). The orb of light on the end of his head fin, which looks like a nightcap, is often used like an Anglerfish to lure prey close enough for him to catch. He will sometimes venture closer to the surface during the night to visit his brother, Sun. They usually meet in the middle, where Moons eyes take on a bright red color with white pupils, but they will also go fully above water, where Moons eyes go full white, matching Sun. He will protect his brother at any costs and is hostile towards any other creature. He is most often the cause of sailors drowning and being eaten.
Still, Sun does his part. The fins on his head waver like fire, but aren't actually (or are they? Only legends can say). He mainly only eats other creatures, and he looks much softer than his counterpart, and for the most part he's polite. But if sailors are rude and disrespect the ocean and the things living in it, he has no problem eating them.
Both have the ribbon around their wrists because they found it a while back and decided to take the human trinket to decorate themselves. They spend most of their time playing or napping in the ocean, free to roam and eat as they please.
I hope y'all like my take on Siren! Sun and Moon! I had a ton of fun drawing them, especially all the sparkles on their tails :3
If you like it, pls like and reblog, it would mean a lot!
#fnaf security breach#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#siren au#mermay#sun#moon#art#also dont worry im still working on the game and everything#but im also working on a little animatic for Sun to the song Ready Set Not Yet from Beetlejuice so look out for that sometime soon
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How many fnaf sb AUs do you know/like?
So, so, so many! I love so many AUs sobs. These are the ones that I can think of right off the top of my head but I'm sure I've missed one or two!
Mermay/Mermaid
Celestial Omens (that really like Fishsticks) by @bamsara
Mermaid AU by @zus-a-fungi
Diver AU by @paper-lilypie
Sea Creature by @feralmoonlight
Song for a Siren by @solarrush
Casino
Dealer's Choice by @certified-handler
DnD/Warlock Patron
Weal and Woe by @pure-plum
Aliens
Beings Made of Stardust by @maudiemoods
Angels
Heaven's Fugitives by @sillysaysnonsense
Flowers
Apology Flowers & Blooming Hours by @daunsun
Cowboys
Holler If You Need Us by @castercassette
Demon Slayer
Demon Slayer by @cero-sleep
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FNAF 4 TORMENTORS AS INCORRECT QUOTES THAT FIT MY AU pt 2
foxy mask - michael
bonnie mask - mark
chica mask - simon
freddy mask - jeremy
1.
Jeremy: When life gives you lemonades, make lemons! Life will be all like "whaAttT?"
Simon: Life lessons that schools can't teach you.
2.
Michael: So my therapist was talking to me and she said that I really just need to break down my walls and let people in.
Michael: So I’ve decided to break the fourth wall.
Michael: *looks at camera* Hi there. I use humor as a coping mechanism.
3.
Simon: You're smiling. What happened?
Michael: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?
Jeremy: Mark tripped and fell down the stairs today.
4.
Mark: If you could guess, how many brain cells do you have?
Jeremy: Dorito’s cool ranch.
Mark:
Mark: I'm just gonna assume zero for now.
Jeremy: I love that song.
5.
Michael: Do you want some tea?
Jeremy: What are the options?
Michael: Yes or no.
6.
Mark: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons.
Michael, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.
7.
Jeremy: Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Mark...
Michael: As you should be.
Jeremy: No, for real, he's kind of-
Michael: As. You. Should. Be.
8.
Michael: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything?
Mark: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.
Michael: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you.
Mark: But I heard a siren.
Simon: That was Jeremy.
Jeremy: Sorry, I got nervous.
9.
Michael: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.
Jeremy: You and me!
Michael: *tearing up* Ok.
10.
Jeremy: Did you ever have like a pet run away and find it or anything?
Mark: I had a lizard that I burnt.
ima probably make more of these like everyday lol
#fnaf#fnaf 4#fnaf 4 tormentors#foxybro#foxy mask#michael afton#teen michael afton#bonnie mask#chica mask#freddy mask#jeremy fitzgerald
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Speaking of fics, are there any other really good ones for FNAF security break that you would recommend? I have read both of bamsara's.
Sup anon!
I'm only reading x reader fnaf fanfics(exept one) so there's that. Also, as far as i'm aware, all of them use they\them pronouns for the reader.
Celestial Syzygy by @echoingkarma is just -chef's kiss- snatched my wig with their Sun's characterization. Go read it!
copper cogs rusted through by @paper-lilypie actually pushed me into drawing for the fnaf fandom, can't reccomend them enough
"Luminescent Charm", "The Sea Jesters are Real Science", "Within a Sun and a Moonlit Cove", "Song for a Siren" and "Leviathan's Song" are mermaid au fics which i love to bits!
Lofi Beats to Capture Children to by @dana-chan-the-control-brain is an amazing fic about the origin of the Daycare Attendant and
the trauma
Twin Animatronics With Too Much Time on Their Hands by @twinanimatronics is sequel to the lo-fi story with slightly less trauma and more shenanigans(also memes)
Feel free to reccomend your favorite fics in the comments\reblogs! And if any other authors mentioned here have a tumblr, tell me and i edit the post
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1. I only recently mostly phased out of my Gacha phase because no one made satisfying enough videos. Those reaction and AU Crossovers videos used to go so hard thoooo!!! This is where I found my love for AU Crossovers and making AUs :D I always had very high standards for GC videos though which honestly probably saved me from being one of those questionable people who pushes the fandom's boundaries.
2. Still LOVE FNaF and fnaf fanartists have been saving my mental health these past few weeks after DSMP started falling off
3. I have a few closeted/subtle DSMP cosplays like C! Wilbur(who I dressed up as for Halloween) and C! Tommy and TCFSV! Siren is in progress(looking for the iconic white and red t-shirt and working on getting a black coat and my friend is making a shimmery blue blindfold for me :D) I'll be dressing up as TCFSV! Siren for the hero/villain day at my school :))) So excited
3. Anime(specifically Haikyuu) was my first hyperfixation but Violet Evergarden remains one of my tops (Also, Yuri!!! On Ice recently joined the ranks since I just watched it. It has changed my brain chemistry)
4. I can recognize soooo many tiktok audios despite only getting TikTok last year because I always watched FNaF and Haikyuu compilations.
5. No comment :/ (I like women :])
6. A Mitski song was just playing a minute ago agsksnj
7. So many YouTubers raised me omg, especially MCYTubers(clearly) DanTDM, LDShadowlady, Ihascupquake, etc, those were fun days :]
8. I still remember her obsession with bread, like that one time she made a tower of bread in Job Simulator
9. Honestly, Hot Topic doesn't have great stuff for me but I've been there several times
10. Only a few of her songs but I think it still counts. I mostly listen to her through DSMP animatics/animations (which says a lot as is)
11. TALLY HALL, no further comment :]
12. I stopped using it as much but yeah. I love emoticons, especially TvT :) :] :') =>= :D TwT etc
13. MY MUSIC IS BUILT OFF OF ANIMATION MEMES!!! Before I found my groove with indie music, this was basically 99% of my music
14. Just look at my page. That says enough. Longest and strongest hyperfixation and has had the most impact on my life despite me joining late. Haikyuu was my phase while I was getting out of a bad time but DMSP was there as I found myself and it helped me find a lot of the things I enjoy now(art, writing, cosplays, fanartists, content creators like Philza, a love for animatics and fanart, etc) You can tell how much this fandom means to me
15. I wouldn't say I'm "good" per say, but I still love art and like to think I'm improving :> I still have a long way to go but DSMP and QSMP makes for good inspiration to practice drawing through fanart :]
16. ... Do fish count??? I mean- I have owned 3 hamsters and guinea pigs that one time but it never really worked out. I'd love to have a cat but I'm really allergic which is devastating :[
Anywayyyy, I rambled a lot :D I always ramble. I AM the ramble :)
#weird kid bingo#dsmp#fnaf#i was a pretty weird kid#i AM a pretty weird kid#dsmp hits different#rambles#ramble#ramblings#hyperfixation
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...Alright Ratman. Here we go.
1. My first OC was definitely my main OC Naomi, who is just me.
4. The OC I rarely talk about is my Walton Files OC. Angela.
6: The ones who look alike are my main OC and my Error OC, Elizabeth.
7:I make stories for all of my OCs. It's only that no one has asked about any of them.
8:When I RP, I tend to use any of my OCs if they fit the story of the RP
9:I would have to really trust someone if I had to give them any of my OCs.
10. Black Widow Elizabeth for my FNAF AU
11. Wendy (Dreamtale OC) is definitely known as a 'Sunshine' Character.
12. My favorite right now is Emily from Hazbin Hotel.
14. Monica Moonlight (Dreamtale OC)
15. Of course! Please ask me about them and I will gladly talk about them!
19. My reaper OC Libitina was made after I watched Puss in Boots: The Last Wish and was made during my hardest times in high school.
20.Almost all of my OCs are either part siren or an entertainer, so singing is something that all my OCs can do.
21. Definitely either Ivy (Ink OC) or One of my creator OCs.
23.All of my OCs have changed in some aspects but are relatively the same as they were when they were made.
25.My Main OC, who is just me.
27. Black Widow Elizabeth was inspired by both the song 'Spider Web' from Melanie Martinez and 'Black Widow' by Iggy Azalea. (Cringy, I know). The songs didn't make the character entirely but were a bit of inspiration for the specific spider.
28. Libitina and Maggie (Mandela Catalogue)
30. Elizabeth makes hand made puppets of all the people she knows when she's bored sometimes.
32. Olivia, my Security Breach OC. (I made her while I had COVID so she looks a little off.)
33. Carly, my Coraline OC is the closest one to be the most shy.
34. Monica and Wendy are twins.
35. Elizabeth has two sisters, Nora and Grace and Lily as a sister named Rosie.
36. Firefly and Bella
37.My protogen OC, S1R3N
40. I don't have any but I would love to make some.
41. One of my FNAF OCS was drawn by my friend Dr-Fuzznote.
44. I like being able to make stories about my OCs
48. Any of my children characters
49. Nora loves memes, especially memes from 2010's
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FNAF AU –– tbt im tired its 1am
VIS ; squid teacher . designed to be in the darycare of FNAF SB , he is a teacher / tutor of sorts ? he will help kids with homework if they have any and will help the younger kiddos learn their alphabet / colors / shapes ect . with four arms he is able to do multiple things at once with ease !
extra: he glows in the dark during nap time and can act as a night light for kids that get nervous .
VIVIAN ; mermaid princess . she's located in pirate cove / that funky pirate area you can find . designed to help make kids with disabilities feel seen ( little headcanon i have that ive seen some share is that foxy is the same !! ) she sings siren like songs
vis saw vivian one day while exploring and just.............adopted her . ( mostly cause they both purple and sea themed ) . he will bring her up a lot , saying you should go visit his daughter and listen to her beautiful songs . they’ve tried to remove this in the programming but it keeps coming back ,
#fnaf tw#⚜ ・when you smile i fall apart and i thought i was so smart — VIVIAN / DAUGHTER !#( i caught the fnaf bug again ughhhhh )#( this close to a springtrap blog - i got a url for him again ugh )#𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ mirror mirror on the wall i see you ⅋ my skin crawls ❜⎜❲ visage .❳
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Some non-spoiler concept sketches for Song for a Siren! The 2D cutaway does hinder my ability to show certain elements but I figure this is a good visual anyhow. 👍
#fnaf mermay#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#fnaf daycare attendant#my art#song for a siren#fnaf au: song for a siren#shout out to Vu for kickstarting my brain when it comes to shorts good lord
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Since a FNAF song just came on and once again reminded my of my FNAF au I can tell you guys how it is roughly supposed to go down
Holy shit, this is under a read more because I didn’t know it would get this long
John starts up a business and it is insanely successful and lively, people love how the place almost seems magical.
He has a daughter named Angel and she grows up experiencing the magic of the place and has always wanted to perform on stage.
John inspires a young kid by the name of Rhys to want to grow up and be like him.
Angel gets sick and there is no cure for it.
John commissions Shade and Nakayama to make him two animatronics. One based off of his daughter and one based off of himself.
Angel dies and John does not handle her death well, in fact he tries to put her body in the animatronic in hopes her spirit will stick with it. He doesn’t know if it works or not and shuts himself away.
John spots someone that looks like his daughter and he once again thinks that maybe he can trap the spirit in the bot and kills the look-a-like and stuffs the body in the animatronic but doesn’t move it, thinking that maybe it will take time.
Tim happens to swing by his house having known the owner for a long time and sees a gruesome scene, he gets knocked out by John and now he thinks he killed Tim but then gets the idea to put him in the animatronic that was made for him.
He makes Tim’s body fit in the animatronic by cutting it up and at one point the other wakes up to him cutting away and he screams but and struggles but John stabs him a bunch to kill him, tells him he is sorry but continues what he was doing. Telling the corpse he’ll feel better when he’s in a new body, one that won’t get sick and you can’t stab to death.
He thinks he is doing the right thing, he can preserve his friend’s lives if he puts them all in their own animatronic bodies.
He commissions Shade and Nakayama to make more
another one for himself, Nisha, Moxxi, and Wilhelm
He takes Wilhelm by surprise, he wouldn’t have been able to take the man if he knew what was coming.
Moxxi manages to break his arm but John manages to kill her. She is forced to leave behind her two children, Scooter and Ellie, they’re told that their mother ran off.
Nisha knows what is coming and she takes it with a grin on her face and a bloody fight where she leaves a scar on John’s face.
Nakayama has had a growing crush on John and even though he finds out what is going on he says nothing about it. Does nothing accept agree to do what the other wants.
John thinks Angel would like to have friends more her age.
He commissions three more animatronics to be made
He finds people he thinks Angel would like to be friends with
Lilith, Maya, Steele
He calls them a little group of sirens and puts them in a ‘secret’ location so they can perform together whenever they want. Anything for his little girl.
John comes to look at the animatronic that was made for him, it looks good but different from the first one he ever had made for him. This one looks colder, crueler somehow and before he can ask anyone about it Nakayama kills him and puts him in the suit, thinking that this is what he wants but he finds out too late that this isn’t what John wants as he vows he’ll be back to kill him.
Nakayama is able to frame Shade into being the one that committed the murders, saying something about how he was obsessed with making his animatronics more life-like. It somehow works and Shade is taken away. Nakayama uses the funds he gets from their business to buy up the Pizzeria to run it for John.
The old animatronics fall into such disrepair he brings out Wilhelm, Nisha, Moxxi and Tim (he doesn’t know where Angel, Lilith, Maya, or Steele are being kept at)
He puts John in a display case, too terrified to activate him. Renames him Jack
Scooter sees his mom one day in the Pizzeria, finds out she’s an animatronic now and breaks in at night to get her home but now Scooter is breaking the rules and she grips him tight, to take him to the back where the rule breakers go to be reprogrammed and placed in a suit. He begs her to stop and that she’s hurting him. Suddenly she stops and stares down at him, this is her son, she was about to kill him. Moxxi lets go of Scooter and tells him in a soft voice he has to leave.
Nisha happens to spot the action and comes out to confront Moxxi about it. They fight while Scooter slips away.
The Pizzeria is no longer a magical place, there is always a feeling of dread and it doesn’t get taken care of. Eventually Nakayama activates Jack to see if he is still angry at him. The man gets killed instantly as Jack crushes his throat and throws him down the stairs.
The place gets bought by a group of investors that are hoping they can make it back to how it used to be because of how much money they place had made. They use the parts from the old animatronics to make friendlier versions of them. Jack is left alone because of the craftsmanship that went into making him, they keep him on display.
Roland is now older and gets a job hoping to get every bit of information he can out of the place about his friends disappearance.
Jack absolutely hates what his business has turned into and his anger causes his spirit to reach out and mess with the “toy” animatronics so they start malfunctioning, it eventually leads to someone getting bitten and the place gets shutdown and moved back to the original location, the old animatronics put back in use. Jack is happier now and doesn’t act up again.
Roland moves with the business and gets further in his investigation, leaving his findings in the vent in his security office, recording things he has found and putting the tapes with his findings. Eventually he is lead to the Jack animatronic, he has never once seen the thing move but something is off about it and he starts poking around it, the other animatronics starts going off, he can hear their voice lines playing all around him and he thinks it is time to go, he isn’t wrong but he accidentally switches on Jack.
He runs off to see if he can get out but the exits are blocked and the only place he can go is the security office and lock the doors. He’s doomed, he knows it. He makes one final recording while he is listening to the animatronics bang on the doors. The last thing he hears as they slowly slide open is the ominous playing of a music box. The message cuts out and the recorder is dropped on the ground and kicked to the far corner, hidden from view.
No one knows what happened to the last security guard but they can’t afford to hire a new one the only thing left to do would be to close to doors one final time.
Rhys comes back with Vaughn and buys the place, still remembering how it used to be and wants it that way again. Vaughn is skeptical about this idea but told Rhys he would back him up on what he wanted to do and so they purchase the business. There’s a lot of work to do to restore it to its former glory.
Rhys stares at the Jack animatronic one day and notes how real it looks and is just waiting for it to move. Vaughn comes in and scares the crap out of him (mostly on accident). After they both leave the eyes on the Jack animatronic move and watches them go.
Vaughn takes the car to get it checked, lucky for him there is a place right across the street from the business they just bought. Scooter is working on the vehicle and tells him how he should just burn the building and everything inside it down. It is evil. He started his business across the street to keep watch over the place and make sure the evil doesn’t leave the building.
Vaughn is now thoroughly spooked by the place and tells Rhys that he is gonna go home before it gets dark.
Rhys is in the security office to grab all the papers in there because he needs to go through everything and file it away, he finds the hidden stack and recordings in the vent and starts going through them, listening to everything Roland had to say. Everything is neatly labeled.
He gets drawn in by everything and he finds himself back by the display where the Jack animatronic is while Roland’s ‘final’ recording plays and he says he is going to be checking it out for any more clues. Rhys turns on the animatronic. All hell breaks loose.
Much like Roland he ends up back in the security office locked away inside, he is backed up to a corner where he happens to find another tape, unmarked but he plays it anyway because he needs to hear. While he listens to the banging on the doors outside the office and in the recording he realizes he might just die here. He can hear the music, it is terrifying. But then he hears a softer sound playing, it is coming from the vents and since he’s never been very bulky he could fit in there. He didn’t want to die like Roland did so he starts climbing through it. The animatronics burst in at that moment and try to reach him before he can leave. They only get his shoe.
Vaughn having not been able to sleep and realizing the time goes back to he Pizzeria to make Rhys leave because he noticed he wasn’t home yet.
He enters the place and it is dark, the power is out and he only has a flashlight. He doesn’t know what is happening. Suddenly he is grabbed by the Moxxi animatronic and she is draggin him again when she stops. She is fighting Jack’s control, she always has, it is easier when she thinks she has a kid in her grip. She lets go of Vaughn and the shorter man runs for it but instead of leaving he goes to look for his friend.
Scooter noticing the commotion grabs his gun and goes into the building across the street, he was preparing to fight these robotic sunova bitches since he was a child.
Vaughn sneaking around, looking for Rhys. Scooter is looking for both of them. Rhys finds himself in a secret room that leads to where the sirens are being kept. He goes there because he is following the music.
Moxxi is acting up against the others, fighting with one of them again, Tim refuses to do anything, he doesn’t want to kill anyone he doesn’t want to fight against his friends.
Jack is pissed about all these people breaking the rules and he is hunting them down. He comes across Vaugn and he isn’t going to let him get away, he gets him with his claws and lifts him by his neck. He’s about to kill him when he gets shot by Scooter. He drops Vaughn and the smaller man makes his way to Scooter, holding his bleeding side.
Before another shot can get off into Jack another animatronic comes in to get them. Scooter knows when to back off and he helps Vaughn out. The mechanic has been wanting to burn the building down for years and he starts to go about it from the outside. Vaughn is too busy trying not to bleed out to stop him.
Rhys talks to Angel and she simple tells him to deactivate them and tear them apart and destroy the facility, it is the only way to set them free, to end whatever curse has fallen on the place caused by her father. He obliges and barely escapes the building.
The last thing the three survivors see is a fiery figure charging at them but before it can kill them it collapses, it was the Jack animatronic’s endoskeleton.
#fnaf borderlands au#the entire thing#well it isn't really fully fleshed out#but this is basically how it goes#there is more characters#and the ones that seem to have a minimal role actually get more action
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Finally finished a full ref for them ahhhhhhhh just in time for tomorrow’s chapter 1 of Song for a Siren :”D
#scuttles back to work#gotta finish writing now#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#fnaf mermay#my art#fnaf au: song for a siren#no I will not provide context on the mask lol
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FNAF AU: Song for a Siren
Chapter 1: Welcome Aboard!
Word count: ~5350
(Temporarily posting chapters below the cut until my AO3 is up and running. Please don’t repost this story elsewhere!)
Song for a Siren; Chapter 1: Welcome Aboard!
Just one drop of blood contains billions of strands of DNA — the building blocks of life! It’s a blueprint for building a living thing. As our world faces the extinction of millions of species, the need for new, radical ideas to save those species has grown. That’s where our Faz Researchers step in.
Using sophisticated technology, our team of scientists have collected and stored tens of thousands of samples from species great and small. Our geneticists teamed up with other like-minded partners across the world to create the first successful clones of endangered species. Through careful planning, animals that faced rapid population decreases, like salmon, would be boosted exponentially over several seasons, improving the overall health of local ecosystems.
Now, Faz Corp’s vision to advocate and educate future generations on our planet’s most important resource — our oceans — has led to the foundation of the Faz Aquarium and Research Center, or The ARC…
ARC? That seems a bit…pretentious. You can feel yourself going cross-eyed as you stared at the black box before you, distracted by its ancient appearance. For a job orientation you half expected a…well, honestly, a show of sorts. This was *the* Faz ARC you’d been hired at, after all; a place where a mad scientist’s dreams could come true. Creatures from children’s stories were brought to life here, for Pete’s sake.
You’d been surprised when, instead of a grand presentation, your team lead wheeled in this little 90s TV on a rolling cart and popped the DVD in (at least it wasn’t a VHS, you supposed).
Whatever. You weren’t here to be a part of the Research Team, not the cutting-edge one, anyway. Your job would be in the Children’s Education Center, teaching kids cool facts about the tide pools.
Like how one defense mechanism of the sea cucumber is forcefully ejecting their internal organs out their ass.
…Anyway.
You realize you’ve zoned out for a good portion of the orientation video at this point. Whoops. Hopefully nothing you couldn’t Wiki later. Correcting your slouched posture and giving a stretch, the sound of the break room door opening signaled the return of your team lead.
“Alright, let’s get you your badge and uniform.”
Vanessa gestured loosely for you to follow as she promptly turned right back around and walked out the door. You had to jog to catch up, matching her pace while soaking in your surroundings.
“Work day starts at 8:00am, make sure to clock in on time and take your breaks as scheduled. Your days end at 4:30, but there might be times you’re asked to swing shift.” She droned, handing over a paper bag with your name scrawled across the top and two outfits within. A badge is activated at the employee check-in desk and snapped to a lanyard, which you take and slip over your head. Keys on a loop are handed over last, snapped to your belt loop for safe keeping.
Exiting the employee building takes you out into the main park where families were already bustling about. The ARC was a massive campus sectioned off into three areas: the public aquarium, the research centers and a restricted zone where only upper management had access.
The entire campus criss-crossed with eco-friendly, recycled terrain paths and large gardens of native flora. As the name suggested, much of the architecture of surrounding buildings had a vaguely ship-like appearance; abstract enough to go unnoticed by most, but a wink-wink nudge-nudge for those who noticed.
Down the grassy hill a crowd had begun to gather at the Faz ARC’s main attraction: the Faz Theater. It was nearly 10:00am, which meant the first show of the day was about to start.
While their story might have started in conservation, what Faz was *really* known for was their “species ambassadors.” The ARC homed four of the only merfolk in the world, better recognized to the populace as the glamorous marvels of bio-engineering: Freddy, Roxy, Chica and Monty.
These merfolk were ambassadors for the species meticulously chosen for them and their purpose was to bring awareness to those species’ endangered status. How exactly the arguably “human” features came about wasn’t something Faz went about sharing, though.
Following Vanessa down the stairs towards the back entrance of the theater, you’re welcomed by familiar smells and noises of your childhood. A popcorn cart fizzled and popped continuously, buttery goodness wafting out every time the glass door was opened. Greasy hotdogs and tooth-rotting cotton candy delighted and satisfied early-lunch cravings.
From the employee back stage path you could survey the dome’s full layout. Colorful murals depicting the four stars flowed across the walls, up-lit in blues, purples and green spotlights. Facts about the ocean and its inhabitants bubbled up beside the depictions of Faz’s merfolk, little kids hopped up on adrenaline spinning the circular sign installments with “did you know” trivia. Obligatory gift shop to the back left, already full of squabbling kids; bleachers surrounded the massive show tank in a half crescent, echoing with the metallic sounds of hundreds of feet taking a seat.
“Wow…” You’re hit with a brief moment of nostalgia as you recalled begging your folks to see the merfolk perform.
“Ya know, when I was a kid seeing this show was all anyone in my class talked about. Some of the older kids would compare stories or what mercy their folks got them. I was always so jealous,” you chuckle, smiling wistfully at the crowd of kids. Vanessa said nothing, sparing a brief glance your way but looking away in the next beat.
“Wasn’t till my tenth birthday did my folks take me to my first show. I couldn’t help but be absolutely captivated by the merfolk and the trainers they worked with.” Ever since then you were dead set on working at the aquarium when you were older.
Each mer’s dedicated handler and trainer tended to their every need. A round-the-clock position, they oversaw the health both physical and mental of their mer. To the public it appeared to be all fun and games at their shows, not knowing just how much time and dedication the job really demanded.
That didn’t deter you at all, however. Becoming a handler had always been the goal, and while you were starting small you were still one big step closer to that dream!
Your gaze zeroed in on the handlers just below deck and did a double take when one appeared fairly shorter than the rest.
“What’s that kid doing down there?” You ask before the brain-mouth filter kicked in. Vanessa barely glanced up from the tablet — when’d she grab that? — in her hands.
“Gregory, our summer intern. He’s paired with Freddy.”
“I didn’t know Faz hired interns…”
“We don’t.”
You watched her type away, waiting for an explanation. When none came you cleared your throat. “So…what’s the deal?”
Vanessa gave a withering sigh through the nose before finally lowering the tablet and looking out at the intern. “Management noticed Freddy had taken a particular interest in the kid last summer. Freddy’s always been engaging and amiable with everyone he works with, but something clicked I guess with that kid.” Her face screwed tight momentarily. “Management likes to call it a ‘bond’ of sorts. They’re very interested. So…now we have an intern.”
Lucky bastard, you couldn’t help but think. The chances of that happening seemed a million to one.
Wait.
Were you jealous of a teenager?
…..
Ok. Yeah, maybe. What, you could admit that to yourself, you were an adult after all!
Gregory appeared to be speaking and gesturing to Freddy, dwarfed almost comically by the mer whose rapt attention was only on the boy. Even when Gregory started walking towards the stairs that led up to the show platform Freddy’s shadow slowly followed along with lazy strokes of his shimmering tail.
You’d been so focused on the pair that the sudden and loud sound of the announcer’s voice over the intercom gave you a jolt. Vanessa merely cocked an eyebrow at you as you flashed a sheepish grin in return.
“Welcome, Faz Friends, to today’s first show at the ARC Theater!” A pause for cheers, background music bumps steadily growing in volume to feed the hype. The lights in the theater slowly dimmed until only the pool remained fully lit, glowing a mesmerizing teal.
“We’re so glad you could visit us today! Our glamorous mer friends have a wonderful show for you they can’t wait to share!”
All at once the four mer leapt out of the water from the depths of the pool, delighting those in the crowd close enough to get caught in the resulting wave as they crashed back into the water. Colored lights danced over the rippling surface, bouncing off the shimmering scales of the mer as they swam in mesmerizing patterns before breaking apart. From above your perch the massive LED wall lit up with the show’s intro, the narration sounding similar to the orientation video you’d finished this morning.
Well, look at that. Seems you’ll be getting that show after all.
Nice.
“Here at the Faz ARC, our work with these magnificent creatures provides valuable data for conservation efforts around the globe.”
As the narration droned on your gaze drifts to the handlers. Despite being in shadow you could make out how their black wet suits sported accent colors according to the mer they worked with. Even Gregory wore one, you realized. He stood beside the senior handler, nodding along while pulling treats from the nearby cooler and into the bucket they’d take up. Glancing about, the other handlers are doing the same thing.
On cue, the handlers mounted their individual platforms and waited as the mer and handler introductions began.
“Hi everybody!” A young woman with a ponytail of bright red curly hair stepped into the pink spotlight at her platform, waving to the crowd. Her wet suit screamed Chica with pink and green ribs, both patterned accordingly. “My name’s Alexi, and this is my wonderful friend Chica!” The crowd ooh’d at Chica’s twirling launch into the air, splashing the front row before returning to her spotlit platform.
“Chica is our ambassador for several species of tropical fish and rays.” A sweeping gesture with one arm sends the white, pink and green mer out to swim the edge of the pool in a showy display. “Her tiger-like stripes and spotted scales make her captivating to watch, but also serve to help Chica blend into her surroundings.”
You hum to yourself as you watch the pool become bathed in leopard-patterned spotlights, Chica’s form occasionally lost amongst the visual chaos. She was the second in popularity for the merfolk, appealing unsurprisingly to little girls in particular.
The lights went out and the next platform lit up in pale purple. A young man grinned at his turn, fists planted on his hips. Unlike Alexi, his suit was a solid black and purple. “Hey, guys! My name’s Jax and this rockstar is Roxy!” One fist pumps the air in time with the gray and purple mer jumping into the air, drawing hoots and hollers from the crowd. “Roxy’s got the highest agility of the mer with her leopard seal and mako shark primary genetics. Check out how she maneuvers these obstacles in the blink of an eye!”
A mechanical hum accompanied by a rush of bubbles from below revealed a version of Roxy’s course, the mer immediately darting through hoops and around pillars with precision. Roxy’s sea leopard face was certainly cute, but she had no qualms about flashing her sharp canines at the visitors who stood by the glass.
You couldn’t help leaning forward over the railing just a bit as the next mer was introduced. His size alone was a marvel, and, quite frankly, Monty had to be the most badass of the crew. His handler was petite in an all-black suit contrasted by their cropped, lime green hair.
“Hey folks, make some noise for the baddest mer on the block!” Their stance spread beneath the green spotlight as their arms opened wide, the crowd screaming in delight as Monty’s massive form rose from below and breached to his dorsal spines, intimidating maw snapping shut on morsel suspended from the ceiling. Splashing back into the water, Monty lazily swam back to his handler, swallowing the morsel whole.
“I’m Jessie, and this big guy is my partner Monty! Monty’s size and thick scales are courtesy of his sturgeon DNA. You might recognize some of his traits as being similar to a mosasaur too — an ancient predator from oceans long gone.”
Monty and Roxy definitely had the “danger” and “edgy” factor on their side, appealing largely to teenagers and young adults. You’re pretty sure Monty doesn’t have actual mosasaur DNA, but it’s still a very cool comparison. Crocodile seemed more likely. Although, you weren’t sure what they crossed him with to get that oil-slick green sheen over his scales. Eel or sea snake, you supposed.
An energy had begun to grow in the crowd with each introduction, dripping with anticipation for the final mer. No surprise there, of course.
Monty’s spotlight went out and at last came a beam of gold light on the fourth and final platform. The oldest handler stepped forward, smiling broadly. “We’re so thankful you all could join us in another celebration of our oceans. Now it’s time to meet our final member of the species ambassadors: Freddy!”
If you’d thought the crowd was loud before, you cringed when the screams doubled at the final mer’s introduction jump.
Freddy looked exactly as you remembered him so many years ago, dazzling orange-gold scales accented by bolts of turquoise sparkling with every stroke of his tail. He was always the star of the show; second biggest of the four, his gentle-giant personality made him a hit for visitors of all ages hoping to have a close encounter (for a fee, of course).
All mer now accounted for, the show could commence. While you half expected to be able to watch the dazzling show in its entirety, Vanessa was walking away from you.
“Oh, we’re not staying?”
“No, we have a lot to cover for your first day.” Came the blunt reply, your shoulders slumping minutely as you hurried after her back.
Casting one last glance back at the show, you felt your resolve harden once more. One day that’d be you up there.
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“Please don’t pick up the sea cucumber, he’ll puke his guts again and no one wants that,” The plea rolls off your tongue for the hundredth time today as you reach across the tide pool to gently brush away the grabby hands from poor cucumber Larry.
It’d been a few weeks since you started working at the ARC as the “Tide Pool Guide” for visitors. All in all, about what you had been anticipating; demanding parents wanting their gremlin children pushed ahead of the others patiently waiting, other gremlins snatching hermit crabs from their pools and running off to “show their friends.” Larry was depending on you to prevent another repeat of the birthday kid trying to squeeze it like those water wigglers sold in the gift shop.
There were only two mer-shows a day, one in the morning and one in the evening, so a good chunk of the day could be spent exploring the rest of the ARC. Which meant, in this case, a manic rush of kids high on mer-adrenaline flooding the interactive exhibits for a solid five or so hours.
It could be worse, you suppose. You could be still working retail. This was your first big job out of college and damnit you were going to be an Adult™ and do it well. Armed with a plethora of SpongeBob references and fun (gross) facts about the critters you care for, you let yourself get lost in the children’s awe and wonder.
“See this guy right here?” You wave your hand across the vision of several 8 year olds, directing their attention to the chunky pink starfish. “He’s growing back an arm ‘cause the original fell off,” you point towards some rocks beneath the surface not far away, “and now it’s going to become a new starfish!”
A gasp to your right and you glance up at the little tike in a Freddy shirt. “Baby starfish!?”
“Yup! Wanna feel how bumpy they are?” Giggles answered as you took the child’s hand to gently pet the starfish.
“Weird!” “I wanna touch too!”
You watched with a smile as the kids took turns cautiously petting, some braver than others. Glancing over your shoulder you survey the rest of the tide pools. A few teenagers huddled together filming the sting rays, several visitors were watching the octopus tank and a handful more petting the anemones. This late in the day meant guests slowly started filtering out and wandered off in search of a bite to eat or planning on claiming their seats for the evening show.
Glancing at your watch, a rush of relief hits you with the realization that soon enough you could close up and focus on your end-of-day routine. While every shift got easier and you slipped more comfortably into your kids “show” persona, getting some quiet time with the tide pool critters was a nice way to end the day.
When that final call for the show chimed across the intercom you happily led guests out of the tunnel and hung up the chain.
“Not bad, shrimp.” Vanessa appeared from behind you, tapping on her tablet.
“V, it was one time,” you whined, head dropping back against your shoulders. Almost eating shit after slipping on a shrimp earned you the nickname for the foreseeable future, apparently.
“One’s all it takes,” came the smug reply, Vanessa glancing up from her screen to smirk. “Full house tonight. I’ll be with the others doing crowd control; you’re on meal prep for the Pools and Cove.” With a taunting wink, she turned and promptly disappeared into one of the tunnels leading out to the rest of the aquarium.
For a beat you just stared where she’d been, grimacing at the thought of sticking your hands in the cold feed bins. Shivering, you shook the thought away and went about cleaning and locking up the exhibit. You had about an hour before clocking-out, lest the wrath of Faz-god fall upon you for not being on time, so you make quick work sweeping up wrappers, scraping up unnamed (gum? you hoped it was gum) substances from the floor and peeling stickers off the tank glass.
Food prep always took you a hot minute, still learning the correct measurements and which supplements went to which inhabitant, so you wanted to maximize your time appropriately. Hoofing it back to the “kitchen” through the employee tunnel you run through your mental checklist.
One drawback to doing meal prep was just how damn far it was from the Tide Pools. You practically went half way through the aquarium to get there and you rarely came across another team member during the trek this time of day. The occasional chatter from your walkie was a welcome comfort on the otherwise silent walk.
A map caught your eye, easy to pass over tucked in between colorful posters and other employee notes. Peering closer, you skim the employee-only paths to the Tide Pools. The tunnel you were currently walking went out along the outer edge of the building, but according to this there was another route that cut through the Reef.
Your brows furrow in consideration. The Reef had been a brief part of the orientation tour, more of a “there it is” than anything. You certainly didn’t recall taking a corridor down that way. Maybe you simply missed it?
Glancing at your watch, you decide that now wasn’t the time to stand and ponder the logic of the building’s maze of hallways. Taking a quick snap of the map with your phone, you hurried along to the kitchen.
When you arrive you can’t help but sigh in relief to see Vanessa had actually already done some of the meal prep, laminated notes left behind for what still needed to be done. Not about to let this gesture go to waste, you're quick to pick up where she left off.
Thanks to Vanessa’s head start you finish the prep in record time, snagging your feed bucket for the Tide Pool’s evening meal and booking it outta there.
You must’ve taken a wrong turn, however, because now you’re in a hall you don’t recognize.
“Uh…” You glance at your watch. 30 minutes till clock out. Calculations race through your head, figuring how reasonably fast you could dump the food in the tanks and head out. Taking the route you’d gone on your way here wouldn’t leave you enough time, but if you were to cut through this Reef area…well, the shortest distance between two points is straight, right?
Chewing your lip in indecision, you decide to pull up the map on your phone again and speed walk in the supposed direction of the Reef corridor. Familiar murals and tanks greeted you, but it wasn’t until you walked past a darkened hallway that you realized a “staff only” sign was hung up at the door.
Ok, “door” was generous — it was more a pvc temporary door that had been covered in black vinyl and vague reef illustrations to blend into the rest of the murals on the wall. That must have been how you missed it the first time.
Feeling more confident that this would save you time, you fumble for your keys and unlock the door.
“Holy crap it’s dark in here…” you slap your hand on the nearest wall, wet and cold, feeling along for the light switch. Stumbling over a few leftover boxes and whatever else, you sigh in frustration and instead pull out your phone once more and shine its flashlight around you.
“Oh, weird…” These walls appeared to have a character you didn’t recognize on them — a mer with features similar to a leafy sea dragon or perhaps lionfish. None of the glam-mers had these kinds of features. “What is this…?” You slowly walk along the wall, shining your phone on reef facts and across fake coral installments.
From the amount of materials and boxes strewn about, sporting a thin film of gunky dust, you’d think this part of the reef was shut down. But it didn’t take long to hear the hum of what must have been a significant filtration system, very much on and not at all offline. Having seen what decommissioned tanks looked like, and considering the illustrations, a strange sense of unease began to fill your chest.
“No personnel beyond this point…” You frown at the sign hanging from a chain cutting off your path. Up ahead plastic tarps hung from the walls, giving off very alien biohazard vibes.
Was it technically trespassing if you worked there?
The sign’s fine print about hazards and construction ahead seemed reasonable. Surely the “no personnel” was just a warning for the general public…
Right? Besides, the aquarium map you found clearly showed cutting through here would lead you back to the tide pools faster than going around. Employees surely used to cut through here all the time before renovation. Shifting your feed-filled bucket to the other hand, you steel your nerves and step over the chain.
“Just don’t touch anything…it’ll be fine.” You attempt to reassure yourself, carefully maneuvering through the plastic curtains.
It was only a tad darker than the rest of the aquarium, huge fish nets, more tools and random construction supplies scattered alongside the walls. The filtration system’s soft hum and your echoing footsteps were all you heard as you made your way through the winding tunnel. For an abandoned exhibit, you half expected the tanks to be empty. But the kelp fronds and small schools of fish said otherwise as you walked along the glass, the cool, damp room illuminated by the green-blue light of their lights. Jellyfish lazily floated up and over the glass tunnel you found yourself in, bringing you to a pause to watch their white and pink bodies drift by.
The lights along the edge of these tanks may be on, but staring further into them revealed barely any light — natural or otherwise.
“Creepy…” Shaking off the feeling, you focus back on the task at hand: feeding time and clocking out. Exiting the underwater tunnel brought you into what looked like a main viewing area, circular in shape and half of one wall essentially glass panels to observe what was held within.
You were almost at the end of the exhibit when a large shadow moved out of the corner of your eye, drawing you to a halt. Immediately your heart leapt to your throat, every muscle in your body holding perfectly still.
For a long moment nothing moved.
Then, through the misty, algae-covered glass a shape emerged out from behind a section of reef. At first, watching it move reminded you of a shark. But as it approached its frilled features came into focus.
“Holy shit…” The air was sucked right out of your lungs as you came face-to-face with big glowing eyes. Distantly you felt your watch buzz with a heart rate warning, but you were helpless to do anything but stare back at the creature before you.
Merfolk might be the ARC’s main marketing angle, but as far as the public (or you) knew, only four lived here. Why was this one separated from the rest in a supposedly closed exhibit?
A soft thump startled you from your spiraling thoughts, focusing back on the creature in time to watch its webbed hand slide down from the glass. Were those scratch marks on the glass?
Without thinking, you placed your hand where theirs had been. The creature’s head tilts to the side ever so slightly, eyes unblinking and seemingly peering into your soul. A mutual curiosity kept you both close to the glass, barely more than a foot or two separating you from something that 10 minutes ago didn’t exist.
“What….Who are you…?” Your voice sounds strange even to you, tongue thick and mouth uncomfortably dry. The mural from earlier flashes through your mind as you leaned close enough to fog the glass. “Another mer…”
The creature glided back at your advancement, but didn’t stray far. Its feather-like fins flared slowly on either side of its body, a proper display that could easily be interpreted as a threat.
But you’re instead distracted by the display, both hands now on the glass. “Whoa. You’re the mer from the wall — the sea dragon lookin one. Yeah? Do you have a name? What are you doing here?” You frown as the mer tilted its head the opposite way, seeming to consider you.
“Ah, hey, wait!” With a flick of its tail the mer turned away, swimming along the glass. You’d think it had lost interest in you if it weren’t for the fact that the mer clearly was glancing back to be sure you were following.
Stumbling over your own feet and painfully knocking the feed bucket into your knee, you curse as you try to keep up. For the second time in your short career here you nearly ate shit on the stairs you definitely did not see in your distracted state.
“Oh fu-!” Catching yourself on the railing, your gaze trails up the dark stairwell. “What the hell…”
Your fishy companion wasn’t in the window anymore, but you could vaguely make out the end fronds of their tail. Supposing there must be a second level (and you’ve come this far already) you make your way up.
Pushing through a creaky wood door at the top, you step out onto the observation deck level. It reminded you of a larger-scale version of your tide pool — this floor was basically a huge donut with the tank taking up the center. A protective wire and plexiglass barrier circled the perimeter, tall enough to prevent little kids from falling in. Much like the ARC Theater, this room had educational illustrations on its colorful walls, now muted from dust and mold. Part of it was covered in more plastic tarp, and the wall sported strange gouges that cracked fake coral.
Your hand brushes over the textured surface as you walk along the length of the room. Finally you came upon the sea dragon mer, taking in all its patterns and spines. “Wow…”
A splash from behind startles you from your thoughts, drawing your focus back to the water. From its surface you could just make out white eyes peering out at you, one fin crest drooped back from gravity. Against better judgment, you find your feet carrying you closer.
“What are you doing here all alone?”
The mer didn’t answer, but did glance (you think it did, anyway. It didn’t have pupils) at your bucket.
“Oh! Are you hungry?” You reach in to grab a handful of smelt, holding it up for the mer to see. A sound like an alligator’s rumble meets your ears, and you can’t help your grin. “I guess the others can share, huh?” You toss the fish up and watch as the mer disappears briefly to snatch the morsels out of the water.
Your smile fades as you begin to worry. When was the last time this mer was fed? Was anyone taking care of it? You’d seen no evidence of its existence anywhere. One would assume such an asset would be flaunted along with the other mer.
Judging from the algae growth and just overall unkempt appearance of the exhibit, you weren’t so sure this mer had a handler. Actually, this place looked properly abandoned; posters ripped from the walls and random debris scattered across the floor, plastic tarps sectioning off half of the room from the rest and just an overall dreary vibe. A play area with foam fish and coral to climb had long since faded like the rest of the room. What was probably a gift shop looked like Black Friday gone wrong with its shattered glass doors and cracked display window.
Wandering that way, you lean down to scoop up a plush from the floor. Its colors were long since muted from time, but you could make out its sunset stripes and sun ray-like head fins. Its big eyes and cat-like mouth screamed kid-friendly. Way more friendly than what was in the tank only a few yards away.
“Ah, that’s kinda unfair…” you mumble to yourself, shaking your head. Obviously this mer was part of something more kid-oriented, perhaps even a daycare of sorts judging by the play area and registration desk nearby.
Plush in-hand, you wander back to the tank and startle yet again to see the mer’s head poking out of the water entirely. It watched you in eerie silence, head fins seeming to flow ever so slight even in the open air. Like this, you’re reminded of the Teletubby Sun Baby and can’t help smiling at the creature.
“You remind me of a children’s cartoon sun, ya’know?” Its head tilts one way, then the other, fins flicking. “I’m gonna call you Sunny, ok?” Leaning down to your bucket, you pick up a couple more fish and toss them into the water. They’re gobbled up in seconds. “That cool?”
Sunny gave an indifferent sniff and disappeared back into the water.
“Alrighty then, I’m gonna take that as a yes.” Pleased with yourself, your gaze falls to the plush in your hand. Perhaps you could take this home and wash it up?
A buzzing from your watch flashed the 15 minute warning before you’d need to clock out, shocking you from your thoughts.
“Shit! I gotta go, uh, Sunny? I’ll come back tomorrow, ok? Bye!” You don’t look back to see if the mer heard you, racing down the stairs as fast as you dared and booking it down the hall with your bucket in tow.
So much for saving you time!!
#fnaf au: song for a siren#fnaf mermay#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#uh uhhhhh idk what else to say about this LOL#be gentle i'm a bit rusty at writing fanfics!!#my art
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Happy with this direction design-wise for the boys! Will flesh them out more before posting chapter one this weekend c;
#fnaf au: song for a siren#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#fnaf security breach#fnaf daycare attendant#my art#cat has captured my arm#no more art for the night#fnaf mermay
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You stared into the abyss…
…and the abyss stared back.
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Do you have any drawing of how the aquarium for sun and moon looks like? And the plattform.
Ehhmm well not polished but I do have some concept sketches.
I’m working on some doodles of how the whole place lays out that I’ll hopefully be able to get finished enough for sharing soonish. But also might wait till after chapter 3 is out cause spoilers lol.
#hush rush#fnaf au: song for a siren#fnaf mermay#it’s basically drawn inspiration from the aquarium I visited as a child#it’s gone now and their space is obv way more advanced/colorful than what my aquarium was irl lol
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