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AAAAH I'M SORRY HERE YOU GO

A Murky Start

Part 1

The submarine trembles around you as it traverses through the hadal zone. That’s 11,700 pounds of pressure per square inch surrounding you outside these metal walls.

Never in a million years would you imagine that this could be your fate. To have had one of your friends smuggle an illegal substance with you on your road trip. To then be pulled over and found by the police. To be convicted as an accomplice when you had no idea it was even in the car to begin with.

Now you’re stuck in this metal tube with several other real criminals, heading to be locked inside a building 8,000 meters below the water’s surface.

At least they promised you your freedom. You just need to retrieve a crystal inside a collapsing building, how hard could that be!?

You roll your eyes at your own sarcastic thought. Everyone is quiet, it makes you even more anxious.

The boy across from you looks anxious as well, but he keeps a calm expression. He’s a newbie just like you, although from what you’ve overheard he’s still just a kid. Only 18 when he was convicted of shoplifting and underage drinking. Your typical young and dumb shit.

Sitting beside him is a slim looking fella, somehow sitting in the most nonchalant way possible. Legs stretched out wide like how you’d imagine any average guy to sit, arms spread over the top of the seats. You guess he’s a stoner. Everything from the distant look in his eyes, to his unkempt hair and stubble of a beard just practically screams it.

Then there’s the man sitting to your right. Built like a brick wall, he’s sporting lots of tattoos and has a bald, scarred head. Even so much as glancing at him gives you a chill down your spine, he doesn’t look friendly in the slightest bit.

You glance back up at his face again only to see him already side eyeing you. A lump forms in your throat and you quickly look away, pretending to be looking at something else.

After a long time of nerve-racking silence a pinging melody plays in the sub. It’s the intercom, and from it a voice echoes; “As discussed during your briefing, your primary objective is to secure and bring back the Crystal. Your secondary objective is to secure as many loose assets as possible. You’ve been equipped with a diving tank, allowing you to navigate any potentially flooded areas. You’ve also been equipped with a Crystal Container, used for securing the crystal if, erh, when you reach it. You have permission to use any additional equipment you may find. Our Navi-Path AI system has marked the shortest route possible to your primary objective. It should be noted, that you’ll mostly be on your own, as we are currently busy managing multiple teams. We will tune in from time to time, if it matters in the moment. Open the door and proceed when ready.”

The same melody plays again and the hatch to the sub opens before you can even process what was said.

The stoner and the big scary guy immediately get up to exit, with full confidence as if they’ve been through this all before.

“Wait, so nobody is gonna talk about them saying “IF” we reach the Crystal!?” You look back at the young man behind you , his face finally breaking way to show his true fear. Guess the realization finally hit him.

“Yup.” Said that tall man, continuing on his way off the hatch.

“But-“

“What did you think you were getting yourself into? We’re 8,000 meter deep into the ocean.” He called back again.

The young guy stayed quiet for a while after that.

Mr. Scrawny had a point, but you still couldn’t help but feel bad for the kid. Sometimes realization just doesn’t hit until it’s too late.

The loading dock was big and spacious, for a place being thousands of leagues under the sea. It made you feel awkward, especially after realizing that almost everyone BUT you was doing something.

The two older men seemed to be rummaging through drawers and small lockers.

“Looking for what exactly?” You thought to yourself. Oh yeah! The division also wants us to recover any lose assets. Out of curiosity you look over Mr. Scrawny’s shoulder to see what exactly you were supposed to be pocketing. And yes, that’s what you’ve decided to call him until you knew his name.

Mr. Scrawny looks over his shoulder at you, catching you off guard.

He chuckles, “Oh yeah, don’t forget to be on the look out for any left over bags in here. You’re gonna need it for all the shit here. What you’re really gonna be on the lookout for though are documents, USB drives and DNA samples.”

“DNA samples?” you question under your breath.

“Yeah, lets just say this company has been up to some shady shit, WAY shadier than anything I've done. You’ll find out soon enough.” And with that ominous comment he got up and walked over to another drawer. Leaving you behind to wonder.

You couldn’t shake off the comment Scrawny made, although by itself this whole place is eerily beautiful.

Each room seemed to be different but still similar is some aspects, and the structures of each room seemed to be repeating in a randomized way. But overall it was peaceful in here. The same kind of peace you find from overgrown abandoned buildings.

Dust flew in the still air like ghosts of fireflies. Rooms with entire walls made of thick glass filled the spaces with calming underwater ambiance. If it weren’t for the current circumstances, you could imagine yourself sneaking away here often to get some alone time.

You tried to collect as much assets as possible, which wasn’t a lot seeing as you were only able to get the scraps left behind by everyone else.

“Hey guys, what’s this purple glowing stuff?” The younger man asks. The sudden question makes everyone turn their heads to look at him, faced at a double doored locker. To your surprise though, there is a strange purple glow seen through the slits. And his hand is on the handle.

“Wait, don’t open-!” Mr. Scrawny began. Before anymore could be said, the doors swung open and several black tentacles wrapped around the young man’s limbs in the blink of an eye. Somehow in that blink of an eye Mr. Scrawny was able to grab hold of the guy.

Now with the struggle, you could see the thing a bit more clearly. It was black, as if there was nothing but a void inside the locker. Although, you could clearly see two massive glowing purple eyes peaking out of this tentacle void-like creature.

Mr. Scrawny was struggling against the strength of this creature. He had his arms wrapped tightly around the young man, but even still his feet were slipping. It was as if everything was in slow motion. You could feel the tension simply watching this match of tug of war, the boys blood curdling screams of fear only made it worse. One of them had to give. The voids eyes were locked on its target, tears ran down its preys face. “HELP! HELP ME GOD PLEASE! I DON’T WANNA DIE!” Mr. Scrawny was losing his strength, and just as quickly as it came, it ripped the boy out of his arms and into the locker. Doors shutting quick behind it.

Mr. Scrawny fell forward, collapsing onto the floor but managing to catch himself on his hands and knees.

Everything was quiet again. No sound came from the locker anymore. No more agonizing screams of terror. No sounds of crunching bone or blood dripping from the body. Just pure, empty, silence.

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Sorry! Forgot to post it, but it will be posted sometime today don’t worry!

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Okay I promise I’m working on it some more now and my goal is to at least get the first chapter of the fanfic out before May ends.

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Senior right of passage, got to paint this cute lil guy on my favorite teacher’s room wall.

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Me too fr

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Grrrrr I really wanna work on the project more but I am currently in my finals week. So I thought I might as well just post what I have so far of it, here you go! *throws it at your face like a pie*

## A Murky Start

The submarine trembles around you as it traverses through the hadal zone. That’s 11,700 pounds of pressure surrounding you outside these metal walls.

Never in a million years would you imagine that this could be your fate. To have had one of your friends smuggle an illegal substance with you on your roadtrip. To then be pulled over and found by the police. To be convicted as an accomplice when you had no idea it was even in the car to begin with.

Now you’re stuck in this metal tube with several other real criminals, heading to be locked inside a building 8,000 meters below the water’s surface.

At least they promise you freedom. You just need to retrieve a crystal inside a collapsing building, how hard could that be!?

You roll your eyes at your own sarcastic thought. Everyone is quiet, it makes you even more anxious.

The boy across from you looks anxious as well, but he keeps a calm expression. He’s a newbie just like you, although from what you’ve overheard he’s still just a kid. Only 18 when he was convicted of shoplifting and illegal alcohol consumption. Normal young and dumb shit.

Sitting beside him is a slim looking fella, somehow sitting in the most nonchalant way possible. Legs stretched out wide like how you’d imagine any average guy to sit, arms spread over the top of the seats. You guess he’s a stoner. Everything from the distant look in his eyes, to his unkempt hair and stubble of a beard just practically screams it.

Then there’s the man sitting to your right. Built like a brick he’s sporting lots of tattoos and a bald, scarred head. Even so much as glancing at him gives you a chill down your spine, he doesn’t look friendly in the slightest bit.

You glance back up at his face again only to see him already side eyeing you. A lump forms in your throat and you quickly look away pretending to be looking at something else.

After a long time of nerve-racking silence a pinging melody plays in the sub. It’s the intercom, and from it a voice echos; “As discussed during your briefing, your primary objective is to secure and bring back the Crystal. Your secondary objective is to secure as many loose assets as possible. You’ve been equipped with a diving tank, allowing you to navigate any potentially flooded areas. You’ve also been equipped with a Crystal Container, used for securing the crystal if, erh, when you reach it. You have permission to use any additional equipment you may find. Our Navi-Path AI system has marked the shortest route possible to your primary objective. It should be noted, that you’ll mostly be on your own, as we are currently busy managing multiple teams. We will tune in from time to time, if it matters in the moment. Open the door and proceed when ready.”

The same melody plays again and the hatch to the sub opens before you can even comprehend what was said.

The stoner and the big scary guy immediately get up to exit, with full confidence as if they’ve been through this all before.

“Wait, so, nobody is gonna talk about them saying “IF” we reach the Crystal!?” You look back at the young man behind you , his face finally breaking way to show his true fear. Guess the realization finally hit him.

“Yup.” Said that tall man, continuing on his way off the hatch.

“But-“

“What did you think you were getting yourself into? We’re 8,000 meter deep into the ocean.” He called back again.

The young guy stayed quiet for a while after that.

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OMG!!! It’s mermay!

Now I really gotta work on that Pressure fanfic…

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Y’all I’m sorry for not posting for fucking ever. I’ve been really busy with my last few weeks of high school, but I promise I’ve got something cooking.

IMPORTANT!!! Please read:

Sooooo my hyperfixations jump from one to the other like a flea, that being said I am now working on a Pressure fanfic instead….please don’t be mad… but on the other hand yay you guys get to have hot fish man stories!

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Inspired by:

My Y/N/MC/Player Headcannons!

- Used to work at playtime co.

- Was also a part of the young geniuses program.

- Was a government mandated friend for Harley Sawyer chosen by Elliot Ludwig (Ludwig hoped by doing this that it would help to change Sawyers sadistic tendencies, although it backfired and instead he never changed and still hates everyone but the player).

- The player is lovingly named angel by the children for their love and care towards them.

- The player and Harley actually form a close relationship (even tho Harley doesn’t like to express it or even admit it).

- A year before the players “sick day” off they found out what Harley was really doing to the children and saw who he really was (because he hid everything he was doing from the player).

- This made the player desperately switch positions to the children care system, hoping they could at least save some of them from their fate of being surgically made into toys.

I have more in depth stuff in mind this is just a rundown of your character for my fanfic. Didn’t want to spoil it, trust the process 🙏.

Also I’ve figured out a name for the AU and story, it’s gonna be called; We are Still Here

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YIUR GAAAAY!!!!

SO ARE YOUUUU

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Working on a Poppy Playtime AU, still workshopping the name but basically aiming more towards the “good ending.” Or at least my interpretation of a good ending because I think Doey and Yarnaby deserved better. I refuse to let them die!

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I toooooootally don’t have a new hyperfixation….

Totally….