Ong umm WK Siren AU??? Began writing for it, you can read it under the cut. Tell me if this has been done already-
'Well, this is new', Martin thought as the heavenly song drifted through the air, falling upon eagerly listening ears. Sirens were known for their songs alluring sailors, and sailing maidens, to their watery graves. Many thought the songs sang of the listener's romantic or sexual fantasy, but that wasn't strictly true. The songs consisted of whatever the listener desired most, whether that be a companion, or a large cash of fish. It could be fun, too, opening one's mouth and having the lyrics form all on their own, because of course a siren doesn't know what the desires are. That's where the magic of the siren's song comes in.
Martin had sang a lot of songs in his time, as his curiosity for the human world had drawn him to settle near the coast, but he'd never sang one about this. 'I guess he's just as intrigued as I am, only for different things.' The interesting lyrics that were forming on his tongue and falling from his seasalt-kissed lips were ones about discovery, and adventure, and knowing. Exploring the natural world, with no desire greater than that to uncover a new species, or learn the truth to nature's biggest mysteries.
The man who had fallen victim to Martin's song was of average height, his hair a dark, chocolate brown, and eyes that shone with intelligence, though the glaze covering them currently obscured that slightly. He walked into the surf, shoes and all, as if on autopilot. The secluded area Martin had stationed himself meant no one would see the curious man get lured away, and no one would care that he was getting his clothes wet.
'Too easy', Martin thought with a smirk. 'Unfortunate that someone so similar to me has to drown, though. I think we could have gotten along.'
Martin's face fell slightly, before shaking his head. 'It would never work. A siren and a human? Friends? That would be doomed from the start.'
The stranger had walked farther into the water and Martin snapped back to reality as he was approached. He sang lazily, his gaze absorbing every detail of the human he could before he would inevitably let him drown. Such fascinating creatures, humans were. Martin never got tired of looking at them, they were all so similar and so unique at the same time. His gaze lowered to the water gently knocking against the human's body and his head tilted involuntarily. His eyes narrowed, trying to see below the water better, before dunking his head completely under. Fish were fairly normal to see hanging around people's legs, nibbling on their leg hairs and toes, but under the surface and surrounding Martin's prey was a multitude of oceanic life. From crabs to fish to stingrays, there were critters all following the stranger around, as if they knew him.
'Geez, this guy's got half the ocean eating out of his hand! I wonder how he-' Martin resurfaced, mind racing as he tried to figure out why these creatures would be so comfortable with the land-dwelling intruder, when a groan from said intruder made him jump.
'Oh, shit.' In his curiosity he had stopped singing, his mind too pre-occupied with the new puzzle at hand. The stranger was waking up from the trance, groaning quietly and raising a hand to his head. Martin's eyes had gone wide, his heart racing in what might have been panic, or perhaps excitement; he couldn't tell which. He had seen people of all shapes and sizes, touched their weird cloth coverings and poked at their weird, fleshy legs, but he had never actually talked to one before. Sirens didn't talk to humans, they only lured them to the depths of the sea! And yet, Martin couldn't bring himself to sing again. Not that it would have mattered, the stranger's mind was clearing more and more every second, and he was starting to take in the scene before him.
"What the-" he started. "When did I decide to go for a swim? Ugh, my head hurts. Why do my- am I wearing my shoes?" He lifted one of his legs up to reveal his, indeed, shoe-clad foot. "Huh. Maybe Aviva was right, I should lay off the coffee." Movement caught from the corner of his eye drew him to look up and finally notice Martin, who had tried to slip under the water before the human noticed him, deciding that this was, in fact, a terrible idea and that he wanted to get out of there. Now.
Martin froze in place, panic practically dripping from his pores as he stared at the man who had caught him mid-retreat. For a moment, the man stared at Martin, and Martin stared at the man. The stranger blinked. Martin blinked back.
"Uh, hi. I'm-" the man started. Martin dove under the water and just like that, he was gone, as if he had never been there in the first place.
"-Chris", he finished. The man- Chris- looked out to the ocean, rubbing his neck. 'Was that a guy I just saw? But it couldn't have been, humans can't swim that fast, so what…?'
"...What the fuck was that?"
He made his way back to shore, removing his shoes and dumping the sea water out. He was mentally rifling through various explanations for what he'd just experienced.
'Well, I blacked out, right? So maybe it was heat stroke, and I hallucinated the whole thing? My head does kind of hurt, but it seemed so real. I could see everything in those eyes…'
He was brought out of his thoughts by a voice calling his name.
"-Ris! Chris, where are you? Chris!"
Chris's face lit up at the familiar sound. He hurriedly put his shoes back on and made his way towards the voices.
"Aviva! Koki! I'm over here!" He called as the two girls came into view, the public beach and pier stretching out behind them. They ran over to him, relief taking over their expressions.
"Chris Kratt, what do you think you're doing? Where did you go?" Aviva scolded.
"We've been looking for you for ages!" Koki added.
Chris raised a hand to his eyes and looked at the sun beginning to dip below the water line, ready for it's nightly swim. He must've lost track of time while out researching. He lowered his hand and turned a bashful face back towards the two, chuckling sheepishly.
"Sorry, guys, I guess I got distracted exploring."
Koki rolled her eyes, the playful smile tugging at her lips giving her away. Aviva raised an eyebrow while looking him up and down.
"And what, pray tell, did you find that was so 'distracting'? Something in the ocean, judging from your soaking wet clothes and… shoes?"
The memory of Martin's spotlit and panicked face flashed across his mind's eye. He shook his head, deciding it might be best to look into this mystery a bit more before dragging the others into it. It could be nothing, after all.
"Ah, yup! Thought I saw a, um, really interesting fish and wanted to get a closer look before it swam away. It could've been rare, or maybe even a new species! You never know, ha ha… ha…" he trailed off.
Koki began to laugh as Aviva shook her head.
"Chico tonto, what ever will we do with you?" She giggled.
"Mmm, maybe get me back to the Tortuga so I can put some dry clothes on?" He laughed with them.
"It is getting dark, we should head back", Koki chimed in.
"Alright, c'mon Chris, let's get you home and warmed up."
He laid there on his back, staring up at the top of the Tortuga. Aviva, Koki, and Jimmy slept peacefully from their respective hammocks, their chorus of soft breathing and light snores usually a comforting lullaby to the adventurer. But tonight, his thoughts were just a tad louder, and they were keeping him awake. He'd decided that what he saw earlier was definitely not a hallucination. Hallucinations can't look at you with eyes that soulful, there's no way. But he still didn't know what it was that he saw. He was certain it wasn't a human, it was simply impossible. The only way to find out for sure would be to go back and see if it showed up again. Hopefully this time he'll be hydrated and won't black out so he can get a good look at the… whatever it is. He shifted in his hammock, finding an unbelievably comfy position and letting out a sleepy, content sigh, his eyes finally drifting closed.
"Tomorrow", he whispered before succumbing to the warm embrace of sleep.
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