#mer whumper

[whumpsday]

Kane & Jim AU: Mermay Special

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content: mer/vampire whumper, mer/vampire whumpee, whumper-turned-whumpee, dehydration, claustrophobia, starvation, torture, brief death wish, recovery, caretaking

have something special for mermay :) inspired by this fanart my friend lostie drew 2 years ago!!

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It hadn’t rained in a week, Jim’s freshwater had run out the day before, and he was going to die.

He knew he was going to die. Kane would come back to feed, and his body wouldn’t be able to hold up anymore, and he would die. Either with Kane’s jaws clamped around him, or later, alone in the damp cold sand.

He wasn’t thirsty enough to be desperate yet, not desperate enough to drink the abundant saltwater taunting him from his prison’s little beach. He knew it would only make him die faster. It was poison.

It hardly mattered at this point. Months with no rescue likely meant no rescue at all, and this was hardly a life. Still, something cried out in him, wanting to live.

Jim scrambled against the rock as he saw that telltale fin start to poke out of the water, more and more until the vampire revealed himself in full, the head and torso of a man and the tail-end of a shark. Not that there was anywhere for Jim to use his worthless legs to run to.

“Food.” Kane slung half a seal onto the surface, raw yet unbloodied.

Jim cautiously crept forward. “I need water.”

Kane raised an eyebrow at him, then splashed him, leaving him soaked.

“Fresh water,” he pressed, pointing up to the clear sky. “Rainwater. I need it or I’ll die. Please, just take me back to the beach, any beach where there’s humans. I won’t be any use to you dead. You’re not some animal, you know this isn’t right, please!”

“Human mine,” Kane dismissed firmly.

Jim sobbed drily. “I can’t. I can’t. You’re going to kill me.”

“Eat.” Kane shoved the meat toward him, making him flinch back. “Then I eat.”

Jim looked to the sky, Kane’s hungry eyes never leaving him as he devoured the vampire’s leftovers. If it didn’t rain tomorrow, he wouldn’t make it another day.

“Human.” Kane gestured him forward as soon as he finished.

“No, no, I don’t want to!” Jim backed up to the rock again, even knowing it was useless.

Kane huffed, climbing up onto the sand. “Food,” he called him now, a warning tone to his voice, piercing red eyes growing angry.

“Stop,” Jim insisted, squeezing his eyes shut. “No!”

A clawed hand grabbed his leg, any attempt to kick him away futile. He couldn’t match a vampire’s strength on his best day, and this was not his best day.

He cried out as sharp teeth dug into flesh once again, feeling much like the seal in his stomach.

-

Kane whined softly, squirming against the glass.

The fishers had put him in a smaller tank again. He couldn’t be sure–though he learned more of their language every awful day, there were still gaps–but he was near-certain it was a game to them, at this point, how small of a space they could force him to live in. He didn’t need to know their language to see their smirks.

He hadn’t even meant to break the last one. He had been trying so hard this time, and he’d been asleep when it happened. Even so, the fishers left him gasping on the floor in a pile of broken glass for hours. Even the tiny tank was better than none at all. How far he’d fallen, that he could consider this lucky.

Kane wished he could go back to complaining about not having room to swim. He would do anything to go back to the first tank. This one hardly afforded him room to move, to breathe. No matter how he tried to position himself, he always ended up touching the walls, his tail bunched up uncomfortably.

The water was too salty, burning his gills with every breath. He didn’t dare complain about that again. Last time, they left him in that horrible freshwater humans love so much until he screamed and bled to the point where any other fish would die.

But he was a vampire, and there was no driftwood here.

Every time a fisher walked past, Kane tensed. Some carried cruel metal tools, meant for fish already dead, though he’d already known their sting far more than he’d like. Some carried cruel metal tools and looked at him, making him wish he had anywhere to hide.

“Comfy?” a fisher mocked, tapping the glass with the end of his fishing stick, the unavoidable vibrations reverberating wherever he touched it.

Kane shook his head, hoping the answer was acceptable.

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He perked up at the mention of food, whining louder this time.

The fisher laughed, flicking one of those foul little ash-and-paper cylinders into his tank. “Eat it.”

It would make him sick, but far worse would come of disobeying orders. Maybe the fisher would allow him some food if he obeyed. Kane wriggled until he could position himself enough to reach the bottom of the tank, scooped it up, and swallowed it down.

Another fisher joined him, saying something he couldn’t understand and nodding at his tank before approaching.

Nothing good ever happened when he was taken from his tank.

“No, no, no!” he wailed as his head breached the surface, his salt-lined gills burning all the more against unforgiving air.

-

Jim didn’t go to the beach anymore.

After months stranded and years after living in fear, he never thought he’d get even ten miles near a coastline. Not even twenty. Yet here he was, getting within two, just to see the damn vampire. Just to confirm it’s him.

The scars on his arms and legs floated the vague line between hurt and not, leaving him unsure if it was in his head.

The smell of distant saltwater made him want to vomit.

Jim greeted the fishers in a daze, letting them lead him to the vampire that might be his.

And there he was.

Kane looked worse for wear. He was littered with more scars than Jim was, trapped in a tank barely wider than his body, and even his body looked near-emaciated. His wide eyes locked onto Jim with sudden, harsh terror, and he squirmed as if to try to get away.

“Why’s he… in there?” he asked dumbly.

“Gotta keep a vampire reeeal secure, you of all people know you can’t trust the fuckers. Give ‘em an inch and they’ll take a mile. Can’t move around, don’t have the energy to fight, knows it’s got hurt coming if it tries, that’s the safe way to keep ‘em,” the fisher explained.

Jim couldn’t look him in the eyes after that, so he looked at the tank instead.

“Kane?”

Kane whimpered, pressed against the back of the tank, though that only left him what looked like a couple inches away from the front of it. Jim felt claustrophobic just looking at it.

“So?” the fisher prompted.

“This is him.” Jim took a step forward, hesitantly pressing a hand to the glass. He was really here, powerless to hurt him again.

But Kane was hurt, and terrified, and trapped somewhere small and uncomfortable. There was no way he could leave him here.

“Do you think… I could take him?”

-

Every day, humans came to the aquarium in droves. As an unending mercy, Kane’s tank here was large, with ample places to hide. He never came out while the humans were visiting.

No one hurt him at the aquarium. He always had enough to eat at the aquarium. The workers always smiled at him when he surfaced for his meals. Not the malicious smiles of the fishers, but real ones, like they were friends. They talked to him like he was a person, and he was getting better at talking back, and they didn’t even get mad at him when he wouldn’t come out for the guests. Bellamy slipped him an extra fish and told him he deserved it for being a trooper. He didn’t know what a trooper was, but it sounded good when he said it.

Maybe he would start showing himself, one day, just to make them happy. Maybe if it ever stopped being scary.

As it stood, there was only one guest Kane would leave his hidey-hole for. Thankfully, they allowed him to come just after closing, away from the crowds.

“Hey,” Jim greeted. “Just came to, uh, check up on you. Make sure you’re still doing alright.”

Kane couldn’t speak underwater, and Jim was nowhere close to the top of the roomy tank, so he nodded. He looked at his hand, trying to remember the sign for a second, before making a ‘thumbs-up’.

“You’re okay? You’re happy? No one’s hurting you? They’re feeding you good? Helping you with medical stuff?” Jim asked.

Kane nodded again, smiling this time. He tried not to show his teeth.

Jim sat by the tank. “That’s good. I’m happy for you, man. You know how long ‘til the doc clears you to go home?”

It wouldn’t be long, now. He was gaining the weight back, his injuries had healed, and the exercises he’d been given were helping him learn to swim normally again. Soon, he would be able to survive in the ocean, just like before any of this nightmare had ever happened.

Bellamy said they could do a program together, if he wanted, where guests would come to learn about vampires and ask him questions. He said Kane didn’t have to if he didn’t want to, but winked and promised him some of his blood if he gave it a try.

No fisher could catch him again if he stayed at the aquarium. People would protect him at the aquarium.

Kane shrugged, not sure he would ever leave.

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sorry all i can write are AUs lol <3 they're warming me up for the main series i prommy

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[3-2-whump]

Oh also HAPPY MERMAY!

“How are we doing, dear peasant?”

“Lemme go!”

“Hmmm, that depends. Are you going to apologize for ruining my coronation ceremony?”

“…”

“Then two more tide cycles in the stocks ought to humble you.”

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

For the mermaid ask game, could I get 4 and 5 please? :3

Hi, Rainy! Absolutely you can! Thanks for requesting this, here you go! (I hope it's okay that it's pretty short)

Edit: From this ask game

Whumper’s head poked just above the water, their eyes following Whumpee’s every move. Whumpee strode along the secluded beach, crouching down every few feet to pick up a shell or a piece of sea glass. Whumper took particular note of their legs- they seemed sturdy enough. Yes, yes, they would do nicely.

Whumpee cried out as they were blinded by a flash of light. They stumbled to the ground. What the heck was that? They spat sand out of their mouth and went to stand up, but their legs wouldn’t cooperate. As a matter of fact, as Whumpee looked with horror, their legs were completely gone! Instead they had been replaced with a long, shimmering fish tail.

Whumper rose out of the water, walking on a pair of human legs.

“Hm,” they mused, approaching Whumpee, “my tail suits you. More importantly, however, your legs suit me.”

“Who- what- huh!?”

“I suggest you get in the water before you dry out,” Whumper said, waving a dismissive hand.

Whumper picked up Whumpee’s clothes that had been torn from the transformation. They put them on as best as they could.

“Hm, your legs are suitable, but your fashion…”

Whumper snapped their fingers. Whumpee’s clothes repaired themselves and morphed into something more dark and elegant.

“Much better,” Whumper said.

“Wait! Don’t leave me here!” Whumpee cried, “give me my legs back!”

“Not until I’ve had my fun, thank you,” Whumper said, “enjoy the ocean!”

Whumpee stared in disbelief as Whumper sauntered away. What the heck had just happened!?

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[octopus-reactivated]

Mer Whump is great, but I always see Merman as a Whumpee. What about Mer Whumper and Human Whumpee?

Human got kidnapped and kept in underwater palace, locked in artificially/magically sustained air pocked, maybe behind the glass for merfolks to look at. And Whumpee knows that even if he escaped from it, he would never manage to swim from bottom of the ocean all the way to the surface.

[blackrosesandwhump]

Hi! I hope it’s okay to ask this (and if it’s not please just ignore me, I’m still learning the ropes of this community!) I saw your merwhump post from a few days ago and I was wondering if you might have any ideas for scenarios where the whumpee and the whumper are both mers? Merwhump is one of my favorite tropes, but so many of them seem to involve a human whumper, and I’ve been looking for some inspiration where humans aren’t involved. Again, please forgive me if this isn’t the place to ask something like this!

Hi Anon! This is exactly the right place to ask something like that, and I'm so glad you did!

You're right that there isn't much whump where both are mers, so I hope this helps. (And I got a little carried away, sorry 😆😁)

Mer whump with two mers:

Saltwater would be uncomfortable and even painful for a mer accustomed to freshwater, and vice versa. Whumper could kidnap whumpee and drag them into whichever water they weren't used to. Imagine a freshwater mer experiencing the sting of salt water in their wounds for the first time, or trying to breath in water that makes their gills sting.

What if, like with humans, whumpee was allergic to certain things found in their environment, such as types of seaweed? For example, whumper could forcibly contain them in a patch of seaweed that made their skin itch, or expose them to secretions of fish that irritated their gills.

Different mers would be used to different depths of water, so whumper could pull whumpee down to a depth they weren't used to and keep them there, or pull them up to a shallow part of the water. Imagine a shallow water mer suffering under the pressure of deeper water, or a deep water mer feeling dizzy in shallow water.

In the same vein, different temperatures. A mer used to warmer water might get the mer version of frostbite, for example, if the mer whumper kept them in colder water; or a cold water mer might overheat in warmer water.

Also, a mer used to shallower, warmer water would be used to light, and a mer used to deep, cold water would be used to darkness. Imagine the mer being pulled down into the dark and being unable to see, or feeling deep water creatures brushing against them, the touch of teeth they'd never felt before; or a dark mer being blinded by the light of shallow water.

And what if whumper and whumpee were two different types of mer? What if the mer whumpee was a harmless type of mer, while whumper's type was known to be wild, dangerous, unpredictable? Or, switch them around and make it more interesting: whumper's variety is usually tamer and lives in colonies, while whumpee's is the "lone shark" type.

[whump3000]

Thinking about non-human whumpees being kept in the wrong enclosure.

Whumper who decides to stick the avian in the mer tank, and the werewolf who’s afraid of heights get shoved into the avian’s cage, hanging above Whumper’s staircase.

The avian desperately struggling to keep their head above the water as their wings slowly drag them under, unbearably heavy and water-logged. Mer Whumpee slowly swims around them, curious, but too afraid to help under Whumper’s watchful gaze, trying to ignore the horrible spluttering sounds and cries for help Avian Whumpee is making.

Meanwhile, Werewolf Whumpee is curled up in the fetal position in the center of the cage, trying their best not to move and send the whole thing swinging, thinking anxiously about the full moon later that night. They lay there, wondering if the untamed chaos of their wolf form will send the whole thing crashing down onto the cold marble floor below. Will they wake up tomorrow in a puddle of their own blood, the wreckage of the cage around them and the wrath of Whumper waiting to greet them?

[painonthebrain]

Mermay for Whumpers, May 8 — aquarium

Less of an aquarium and more of a prison…

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee had been taken away from their home and put in a tank that was far too small- too cold, and the little food they got barely helped them live. They would beg the whumper through the glass, but they didn’t know if they were being heard at all.

[firapolemos05]

Decided to do more MerMay but whump this time.

And it's been a moment since I last hurt my favorite iron boy sooooo.... 😈 *turns Gajeel into a chain catshark*

@whumpninja 's MerMay for Whumpers

Day 24. Captured for a prize

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Uriah Fox as a merman.

looks like it's ice cold sushi tonight boys

[whumpninja]

So I don’t know if anyone else likes doing mer whump for Mermay, but I definitely do. This year, I decided to check out the Mermay 2024 prompts and use them to inspire my writing!

No offense/hate at all to the creators of Mermay and the people who participate, but…from a whump standpoint, the official prompts are useless. What am I meant to do with “fart” and “toe beans?” Do mers even have toes? Granted, Mermay isn’t supposed to be for whumpers, so I can understand why the prompts don’t exactly cater to us.

But I decided that they should. So here’s my take on Mermay- For Whumpers!

A few things- this is not an official event, I won’t be making a blog for it/reblogging everything/etc., I just don’t have the brain space to do that right now. This is just a prompt list meant to inspire some fun mer whump during what’s left of May. But please, if you use these prompts this month, tag me in what you make, I wanna see it!

Also, May is already a week in, so I set the prompts to start tomorrow. Interpret the prompts whatever way you want; many of them are intentionally vague on purpose! The ones for weekdays are simple and short, with multiple options; the weekend prompts are a little more involved. But also, this isn’t an event, there’s no completionist reward- feel free to pick and choose your prompts, skip around, mix them together, whatever your heart desires!

Content warning: this is a whump-focused prompt list. Some prompts are darker than others, which is also why the weekday prompts have more than one option. Please tread carefully!

[clickerflight]

A doodle I did for the vibes.

Matsu is, unfortunately, an infinite bloodbag and vampires love that.

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Mer Whump Things

Content: [Forced] Cannibalism, pet whump, dehumanisation, branding, teeth pulling.

They have the ability to make a noise that causes ringing in the ears of anyone within earshot. It's used to stun their prey.

A human-turned-merperson who's legs morphe into a tail when their skin touches water. They've gotta be extremely careful to not spill or touch water in public.

Merpeople are actually very passionate about collecting stuff. Sometimes if a human is pretty enough to them, they might not see the difference between them and a collectable. Or maybe they do but don't care :)

A mer whumper who tricks humans into getting into the ocean by pretending they can't swim. They might eventually let them go, or they might not. No one ever knows. This increases the amount of deaths caused by drowning in the area because no one can trust that that's actually what's going on.

Tears aren't enough to keep mer hydrated, but they taste delicious. Mer sometimes keep humans for that exact reason, just to make them cry so they can lap up the liquid from their eyes as it drips down their face. Some humans use it as a treat for their mer pet.

Branding a mer by ripping the scales off to make a pattern or to spell their initials.

Forcing a mer to eat a cooked mer tail and calling it seafood.

Pulling a mer's unusually sharp teeth out and using them as a necklace. Perhaps forcing them to wear their own teeth around their neck.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Hi again, my love!

Can I request something with mermaids?

offers ice cream as well <33

Hi thelazywitchphotographer! Of course! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

Whumper pushed open the door to their quarters. They were greeted by the quiet cries of Whumpee.

“My darling,” Whumper said, approaching them, “what’s wrong? I would think you would be acclimated to your new life by now…”

Whumpee turned to look at Whumper with tear-filled eyes. Whumper’s own eyes widened at what they saw. Their darling mermaid’s body was littered with deep cuts and angry, purple bruises. Blood trickled down from a nasty gash in their tail, staining the water of their tub with crimson. When Whumper spoke, it was with a fragile, practiced calm.

“Who did this to you?” they asked.

Whumpee sniffled.

“I-I don’t know their name,” they said.

“Describe them to me,” Whumper said gently, “you’re not in any trouble, little fish.”

Whumpee took a deep, shuddering breath, and described their assailant as best they could.

“Crewmate,” Whumper cursed.

Whumper’s hand settled on the handle of their cutlass, they turned to leave when Whumpee’s sniffles brought their attention back.

“Oh,” they said, “forgive me, little Whumpee. Let me treat your wounds first.”

Whumper lifted Whumpee out of the tub in a bridal carry. They deposited them on their bed, then went to a nearby cabinet, fetching medicine and bandages from it. Whumper poured the medicine onto a cloth.

“This might sting, but it’ll help, I promise.”

With that, Whumper dabbed the cloth into the gash in Whumpee’s tail. Their screams made Whumper flinch, but they continued to work anyway. When everything was medicated, Whumper dressed the wounds in soft, white bandages. Whumpee’s screams had died down to pitiful, intermittent sobs by then. Whumper held their mermaid close and ran a hand through their hair.

“Shh, shhh,” they soothed, “you did so wonderful, my little fish. I promise, I won’t let this happen again.”

Whumper grabbed a bottle filled with a strange liquid. They lifted Whumpee’s chin and held the bottle to their lips.

“Drink,” they said, “you need rest. This will help.”

Whumpee knew better than to disobey, so they drank. Whumper smiled softly and helped them into a laying position, covering them with a blanket.

…

Whumpee slept for many hours. When they did wake, it was to the sound of the door opening once again.

“Whumpee,” Whumper said, “come on deck. I need you for something.”

Whumper picked Whumpee up and carried them out on deck. Whumpee shielded their eyes from the bright sun with a bandaged hand. Whumper sat Whumpee down in another tub that had been prepared for them.

“First Mate,” Whumper called.

“Aye, captain?” First Mate asked.

“Bring forward the scum that thought they could touch what’s mine.”

“Very good, captain.”

First Mate dragged Crewmate forward.

“On your knees, filth,” First Mate growled.

Crewmate shakily obliged.

“Whumpee,” Whumper said, “is this the person who hurt you?”

“I-”

“Tell the truth,” Whumper warned, “I will know if you lie.”

“…Yes,” Whumpee said quietly, “it was them.”

Whumper kissed Whumpee on the crown of their head.

“Thank you,” they said, “because you were honest, I’m going to let you choose their punishment.”

Whumpee stared at Crewmate. Even though the pirate had hurt them, they didn’t want anyone else to suffer.

“Um, maybe, put them in the brig?” WHumpee asked uncertainly.

Whumper smiled and nodded.

“A fitting punishment,” they said, “First Mate, throw Crewmate in the brig.”

Whumpee breathed a sigh of relief.

“-After their twenty lashes. Two for each wound I had to treat.”

Whumpee blinked. Not that!

“No! Captain, please!” Crewmate begged.

“Spare me your mewling before I decide to cut your tongue out,” Whumper said coldly.

“Whumper-” Whumpee started.

“They deserve it, my darling,” Whumper interjected, “you’ll understand one day.”

Whumper picked up Whumpee once again.

“I leave them in your capable hands, First Mate,” Whumper said, “my treasure doesn’t need to watch this.”

Whumper turned and carried their darling back to their quarters, just when Crewmate began to scream.

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[aswallowimprisoned]

Restless far from a Wine Dark sea -Alt prompt Needles

Just a routine medical procedure with a very large needle and an unconscious merman.

@medwhumpmay

Tw needles, medical experimentation, Dispassionate whumper doctor, unconsciousness

A bit of the biology of my vampiric mer is explained in this one too

≪ °❈° ≫

“Procedure 269 on subject #3, the mer also known as Fogal." Dr Rana regarded the form lying prone on the gurney before him. "It is May 23rd 2025, procedure is a venom draw from the right venom sack, with entry through the roof of the mouth using a 14 gauge needle. Procedure start... ' Dr Rana checked his watch, "13:32 hours."

 With careful fingers, he took the seamonsters jaw in his hands and pulled downwards. The skin distorted with the gentle pressure, but his face remained locked in its sleeping position.

"As with much of the mer's body, the jaw has locked in sleep and does not move easily. This was not unexpected. 78ccs of orphenadrine to the masseter muscle should relax the mandibles and allow access." He held out his hand, and the nurse placed the prepared syringe to his palm. 

This had been prepared for, the dosages measured. 

He popped the lid from the needle, and took only a moment to swab the cheek of the sleeping merman with antiseptic. Clean and precise. 

The needle slid through skin and muscle, not hitting the bone, but close enough to the joint to have the desired effect. 

He circled the bed, swabbed, injected, rubbed into the skin on the other side. They waited a moment. This time, the jaw swung open under his firm hand, exposing the seamonsters teeth. Two elongated razor sharp canines protruded from a row of mostly-human teeth. But they were not of his direct interest today. 

"The jaw has been opened giving access to the pallet. Inserting chocks against the molars to keep the mouth open..." The nurse passed a block of blue plastic, and he carefully slid it between the sea monster’s molars, wedging the enamel apart. Even if the merman was to wake - which was highly unlikely given what they knew about his deep sleep patterns - he couldn't bite. They had also given him a medium dose of sedative since they were working on the mouth, though not enough to require breathing support. It paid to be prepared for these things. 

“Hold his head."

The nurse moved to the other side of the bed, placing one hand on the forehead and slipping the other around the back of the sea monster’s neck. His Adam's apple stuck out of his bared neck like a fragment of something broken. 

“Head is tilted back by 45 degrees to give access to the pallet." Rana narrated. He bent to examine the roof of the mouth. Unlike in humans, the pallet was made of a layer of cartridge, and that layer was particularly thin in certain areas. The venom sacs were adapted salivary glands, much like a snake's, and lay just below the nasal cavity. It would be an odd angle to work at, but he could manage.

He picked up a syringe from the gleaming tray of utensils, and looped his finger into the handle at the end for the ease of draw. 

"Extraction point is 10mm behind the right canine using a 14 gauge needle. It is anticipated 25ccs of venom can be drawn."

It took some pressure to push the needle through top of Fogal's mouth, but with careful application of force the cartilage gave way, letting the metal enter the nasal cavity and into the venom gland. His fingers moved, dextrous and practised, gently pulling back the plunger on the syringe. 

The venom was urged up the barrel of the syringe to fill the vacuum of the pull. Milky opaque with a hint of purple, the venom was almost pretty. This batch seemed paler in colour than the last - perhaps testing would show a different composition? He wondered for a moment why the change may be, then filed the thought away for later. 

For now he had a task. 

The prescribed 25cc was drawn, a streak of red marring the final millilitres. A potential contaminant. He would have to recalculate the draw volume. 

“The draw went smoothly, 25cc has been taken. Ejecting the needle now…” He pulled the needle from the sea monster’s mouth before his hand could cramp from the strange angle. “The wound is minimal and likely to be healed by the mer's saliva very quickly, so no attempts are made to blot the site, despite the large bore of the needle used. Molar chocks are removed…” He extracted the lumps of plastic deftly, mindful once again of the razor sharp fangs that could easily catch out the less careful.

The merman’s mouth closed. By itself.

That was… a deviation from the norm.

Rana glanced up to the vitals monitor, swiftly evaluating the readings. Heart rate had risen…

“He is regaining some consciousness…”

“I’m coming.” The interrogator, Mr Logan, spoke through the comms.

“He probably won’t have much awareness, and this level of sedation should prevent memories from being formed.” Rana cleared up the chocks and sheathed the venom collecting needle, “And I have weakened his jaw muscles so he may not be able to speak.” 

The merman opened his eyes, blurry eyes blinking fearfully into the light, trying to focus on Rana’s face.

“Tell him you're a doctor and you were just giving him a check up, and tell him no one will harm him.”

The blades of the sea monster’s tail unfurled and he flapped it like a dying fish.

“Fogal. I am giving you a checkup, no one will harm you.” Rana recited in a flat tone. The merman rolled his head towards him, jaw flapping uselessly and drooling on his shoulder.

“Aahhhrmmrmm” He said, predictably completely nonsensical and lacking in awareness of his surroundings. After his eloquent speech, the sea monster planted his face into his shoulder and passed out again. 

“Consciousness lost again at 13:39. Unclear why he woke up, but we will have to keep an eye on his vitals when performing procedures on his face. Procedure 269 on subject #3 ends.”

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