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OMG IT’S THAT SCARY LITTLE MAN AGAIN AHHH Anyway yaayyyy I finished iiiit! Soft squishy ticklish Mooncake This is supposed to be like, a try not to laugh scenario, and it’s probably been like five seconds and after like one more second he’s gonna explode. And when he laughs he’ll be in troubllllle~~<3333 I was too lazy to draw the stars this time ptthhhh

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Ticklish aye? Alright bet,

*tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle*

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Tidal Waves

CHAPTER 2

A/N: Typically I write Sun and Moon as found, but not biological family because they’re pretty much completely the same build in the usual FNAF universe, just with different personalities. But since it’s impossible for them to be related in this AU, given they’re completely different species from completely different habitats, I uh. Decided to write some minor shipping. This is a part two to the original fic I wrote where Mermoon gets tickled by remora fish.

Summary: Moon tries to tickle himself post remora-incident after swimming past seaweed and discovering that it too, tickled, but accidentally completely tangles himself. Sun, his friend visiting from a much warmer climate, decides to help him out. For a small price.

Content: Lee!Mermoon, Ler!Mersun, Ler!Seaweed??? + My version of the FNAF Merfolk AU for Mer-May. More lore and more characterization.

Trigger warnings: Thalassophobia havers be wary /gen Also, I’m editing this because there is, in fact, some minor family drama described that might be triggering.

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Moon would never admit it. He’s a shark of all things. He had never stayed with his family for too long, but they had always told him that sharkfolk are not meant to be openly kind — that was left up to the rays or whales. Or to use any sort of charm to get by; that was the trademark of the tropical merfolk in southern, warm waters that lived among the bright coral reefs and considered themselves rare and valuable, passing off glimpses of themselves to landwalkers and smugly watching them light up and scramble for cameras, lights, pens, anything to document what they had just seen.

But he was born of hunters. There was a reason for the blood rumor, a reason for the widespread fear of feral sharks and sharkfolk alike. Once every so often, one of them will be peer-pressured into dragging a surfer or a scuba-diver down below to mutilate them and leave a message for the rest of both kinds alike.

And yet he had never felt a need to do this — perhaps because he was too young yet to be introduced into any of the typical social circles. Or perhaps because he was too different — ‘different’ folk were punished in the ocean. You must be made to fit in, or you must stay on your lonesome; hence why he had insisted to himself on moving to a separate part of the ocean away from his parents at such a vulnerable age. He could remember countless lectures, hunting trips, and confrontations about how he must fit in, all while he would rather have been sleeping the amber afternoon away on a warm current.

Now here he was. Experimenting with a feeling that his parents would surely have lectured him for, back when he was a pup. The soft seaweed dangling upwards, it gave him likewise the same feeling as when the remora, — some of which were still attached to his back, — had nibbled at his scales once before. Hesitantly, he reached his hand into the weeds, feeling almost shameful for how silly this whole situation was, when the feeling sprouted again, buzzing in his palm as the plants clung to his scales and wriggled like worms in the current around them. He couldn’t help humming giggles behind his shut mouth, and with a fair amount of apprehension with the only thing goading him on being his unending curiosity and the joy the feeling struck within him, he pushed himself through the water into them. And happiness, accompanying a tingling, ticklish, patchy feeling emitted through his whole body. “MmmmHMMMHHMMHM! Ahehahahah! N-neheheh! Mmmhmhmf!” His squirming only made the sensations worse. They were only plants, but they tickled! All across his tail and torso, and his sides; a few even brushed along his neck and earned a couple squeaks, and one squeal.

But then he heard laughter that was not his own, and he whipped around to see what or who it was, tangling himself in the weeds. “Need some help there?” “I’m fine, Sun,” he said, feeling defensive very suddenly. “Oh, okay, okay.” He flipped himself around to float more comfortably. “I mean, you did look like you were enjoying yourself.” He teased, earning a brief, shocked expression from the shark held back only by tangled weeds. “Wh- no- I mean…” Moon trailed off, before realizing that he was really, truly stuck in the verdure that he was sure would seal his fate if he did not ask for help.

“Fine, I’ll explain. Just get me outta here.”

Sun giggled to himself, threading his nimble fingers between the tangled, taut flora and his friend, unwinding it with care and humming as he did so. Moon’s eyes met with his, only intended as a way to silently tell him to hurry up, as the squirming flora still tickled at his tail, and he was quite embarrassed about it. “No need to get so flustered, Moony. It’ll untangle when it feels like it, I’m just helping the process along.” His short talons grazed Moon as he slowly worked at the plants, tracing along the slick grain of his scales as he moved down to the next loop of seaweed knotted in with the fins along his forearm, rubbing his thumb along the back of Moon’s palm just after doing so. He was taking his time — Moon could see it clearly, and he gritted his fangs, refusing to make eye contact any further all because of his own embarrassment.

Seafolk had always known the lives of landwalkers were much different than their own. To them, kindness was a virtue, not a weakness. Favors done for nothing in return facilitated friendships.

But in the wild, it is well-known that favors must be exchanged for favors, or else there is no symbiosis — no true consideration for one another.

And especially true was that one was not to socialize outside of their typical circles. A goldfish and a shark certainly fell into this category. Moon could remember the evening clearly when they had met, and ever since, he was unsure how he was meant to treat this new relationship. As a friend? As a rival, someone to compete with, but ultimately respect? As…

No. Merfolk from the warmer climates were always known to be charmers. This too, was common knowledge, even in the deep and cold waters that Moon hailed from; although he could not figure out exactly what it was that Sun wanted from him.

Pulling his tail out from the weeds forcefully to interrupt any thoughts the other might have about untangling his tail himself, he sighed, doing his best to pretend as though he were not affected by the charm, even if he very much was. “So?” “So- oh, right.”

Sun’s eyes sparkled and he leaned his head on his hands, idly waving his tail as Moon began to explain, hardly able to stay there. “... I don’t really know what that feeling was? I, um... it felt nice, I guess. And I felt it again, when I swam past it-” Moon was cut off by a snicker. “You tangled yourself up on purpose, then?” “Don’t mock me,” he scowled, crossing his arms and holding them close to his body. “Did your parents never tickle you as a pup?” “... Tickle?” “Ohh, my.”

Sun’s face contorted into a strange mix of amusement and concern, swimming closer which only led Moon to lean away, bringing even his tail closer to himself. “What are you doing?” “Making you laugh.” Sun smiled, placing his dull claws on Moon’s sides, below where his crossed arms blocked his skin off, and began to tap up and down. “MmmHMMF!” Moon curled in on himself like a shrimp, although it did nothing to protect him from Sun’s devious hands. “St-stohohop… I’m warning you, cut it o- oouuuhuhut!” “And if I don’t?” Queried Sun, wiggling his way past Moon’s defenses to tickle his soft belly. “AHEHE!” The shark suddenly squeaked out with ticklish delight. “Ooh, sensitive spot, huh? You’re so squishy and soft here on your belly. It’s pretty cute,” Sun mused, working in his other hand to knead just behind the edges where the white coloration ended. “ST-Staaahahahawp! I’ll- HEHEH! N-no, cut it ouhuhuhut, cut it out!” Moon managed to snap his jaws at Sun threateningly, and the other smiled all the same, playfully tutting at him. “Oh me, oh my. How rude.”

Without a bit of care, Sun flipped his friend over onto his back in the water, causing him to go all but limp aside from his squirming tail and twitching fingers, and gently unfurled him, smoothing him out like a wrinkled sheet of paper before spidering his fingers down the length of his white tummy. “Tickle, tickle~ What a sensitive little shark you are, hm?”

Sun’s teasing voice dripped like warm honey in the ocean currents; comforting and sweet, but embarrassing nonetheless. For Moon, being so vulnerable was one thing. For that vulnerability to be used for an affectionate attack of all things; it was new, it was fun, and it felt wonderful. Any bit of paranoia he had washed away and was replaced with a feeling of trust.

The goldfish’s claws swept up his chest to his neck, tickling the crook in the side of his nape with one of his hands and stirred helpless giggles that sounded so much more innocent than Moon had ever presented himself to be, while the other began to count his ribs from the bottom up. “Does this tickle, too? Oh, I bet it does~! Just look at you, smiling and laughing up a storm.” His fingers slowly came to a stop, and he leaned closer, taking in the look of Moon’s dorky smile, the sound of his leftover giggles escaping.

“This is a much better look on you,” he whispered, partially wrapping his caudal fin along the side of the other’s tail, rubbing the phantom tingles away from his tummy. “You need to smile more often.” “Ehh-heh. Ehehe… Says you,” he retorted, still mostly breathless. “Touche,” admitted the brighter one, finally pulling away from his shark friend and righting him so he could properly. There was naught but the sound of the currents flowing around them, only interrupted a few long moments afterwards by Moon. “... So that’s what it’s meant to be?” He asked, a bit of vulnerability still showing in his voice, and Sun nodded. “Sorry you had to miss out on it all that time,” he apologized truly. “It really is quite pleasant.”

Moon let off a huff. “It’s fine. You know, I guess they’re right.” “Right about what?” “That you people are charmers.”

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Sometimes Gregory stays over at the daycare, moreso when he had gotten over his understandable fear or moon. Though he did have to go there before then due to lack of anyone to watch him during the day other then the attendants, he tried to keep a distance from them both. Especially moon, which he could understand.

The real sign that he had gotten over his fear of moon was when Freddy came to pick him up from the daycare to find him being held like a naughty weasel by a very embarrassed moon, who told freddy that his little shit of a child latched on to his back during hide and seek and he had to spend the entire game trying not to cackle like an idiot because the kids don’t know his back is ticklish and he doesn’t want them to find out XD he kept trying to rotate around to pull or wiggle him off and it didn’t work! Gregory was very proud of his assholery and sun wouldn’t help and just pretended not to notice. Freddy himself had to stop from laughing when the naptime attendant presented him his child with a very “look what this little shit did” attitude meanwhile Gregory was just grinning

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