Thought I was done trying to mesh the Beatles with Ninjago? WELL YOU THOUGHT WRONG!! Here's Ringo falling in love with Wojira.
"Boy it sure is stormy tonight! Hope I can make it back to the studio in time, I think I got some idea for my very second song. I could ask George for some advice though, I'm not sure an undersea garden would really sell." Ringo Starr muttered, he had taken some time off on Peter Seller's yacht in hopes for inspiration. "I know I've only written one song so far and did a bit of work with John and Paul with What Goes On, but I really want to make something that's all me."
He was in a creative slump, much like this writer whenever it's a reasonable time to be writing rather than jamming in a new story idea at two in the morning because her sleep schedule is completely fricked up. He needed something big to get him out of it, big enough to shake the entire city of Liverpool. The drummer was in such a trance that he wound up going right overboard, as if things weren't bad enough the ocean started becoming rough with the storm passing closer with every second. "Ah!! And worse still, I never learnt to swim!" He shrieked, desperately trying to keep his chin above water.
The yacht was growing further and further from view, leaving poor Ringo to sink down into the depths. He would have drowned if it weren't for something, or someone keeping him afloat. She was majestic, elegant, cutting through the currents like a hot knife through butter. Sky blue eyes met with a luminescent cyan, his savior's head cocking to the side. "I have just seen an angel.. She's the most beautiful mermaid I have ever laid my eyes on!" Ringo swooned, his nose booping her snoot.
The massive snake responded by licking his face, wrapping herself around the comically tiny Beatle. "How can I ever repay you? Oh I would love it if we could spend some quality time together. What's your name anyways miss?"
All he got in response was a loud roar, of course to his ears it must have been as heavenly as his bandmates. "Wojira huh? That's a lovely name for such a lovely lady, shall we dance?" He cooed, taking one of her fins into his arm. "I'll lead."
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Almost two decades had passed since that faithful day when Ringo sworn he was rescued by what he considered to be an angel in fish form. "Oh yeah right, like you totally fell for some giant snake? I know we were all high as kites then but really? That's a very specific fever dream." His bandmate, Paul remarked. "And I thought John's story of how he was given an alien egg as a parting gift from a UFO was the weirdest story I've ever heard."
"Well it's true I tell ya! Last time I saw her she was nesting a little egg herself, I wanted to name the little guy Jeremy but she thought Benthru.. Benhurr.. Well Bentho was a better choice. I wonder what ever happened to them."
As Ringo arrived back at the hotel he was staying at he noticed soaking footprints leading up to his room, whatever went up there couldn't possibly be human. "Boy, if this ends with me on the run from a whole sea full of monsters again I better be sure to get an arrow-proof vest." He joked as he stepped around the soaking floorboards. "If I am attacked by a sea monster hopefully it looks better than the ones in Luca."
Meanwhile up in his room, laying on the bed was the part human part sea serpent spyhopping from the ocean. Of course he couldn't just walk onto land in the nude, so he found some old clothes in a nearby dumpster and threw them on without a second thought. "Humans sure are strange creatures, throwing out perfectly usable clothes simply due to them not being in a specific style."
The crossbreed trotted about, pawing at the large collection of rings his illegitimate father often carried around with him. "He must have a whole horde of treasures at his disposal if he carries around a box of jewelry." His thoughts were stopped short as Ringo entered, taken aback by his scaly newcomer.
"Ummm, do I know you?" The drummer asked, having a can of pepper spray handy in case it was the fan-mail delivery boy. "Wait, those eyes.. You're like that sea angel that saved me years ago! Only a lot smaller and more humanlike, but you also have my eyes and lovely soft hair. Wait, I don't remember hav-"
"If you're talking about Wojira, she's a demigoddess who can procreate at her own will. I guess she must have been really attached to you to base a hatchling off of some musician she saved from a shipwreck."
"Wow, I bet you must be Jeremy then! The little egg I named, I named you after a fuzzy little Nowhere Man I met in one of my greatest films ever."
"She didn't really think it would fit a merperson such as myself, so was renamed Benthomaar. She tells me it means deep sea, at least she thinks it's what it means anyways." Bentho introduced. "I was hoping to get to know you better, since Mom's in stasis at the moment. Something about how she's gonna flood a whole city if a Merlopian royalty awakens her, of course I don't believe it myself."
"That sweet old snake? People really think she's gonna cause the next big flood leading to a modern day Noah's Ark? Sounds like anti serpent propaganda if you ask me!"
"Yeah tell me about it. If I was forced to obey Kalmaar and got attacked I'd be pretty ticked off too, not to mention how a lot of snakes had to lose their lives already where I come from."
"Wow, if that's not the dictionary definition of Ophidiophobia gone mad then I don't know what is. At least you guys don't have to deal with an accursed royal family who for some reason is still around despite not having any real power right?"
"Well... Not the entire family anyways. What else do you do for a living besides the drum stuff? Do you have any sort of powers as well?"
"If you can call being a lovable charming old man a power. But no, that's only in superhero AU stories where we all go mad from a haze covering all of Liverpool. I'm all good being a world famous Rockstar who occasionally voices Thomas and Friends anyways, do you also drum?"
"I dunno, I wasn't given a lot of scenes of what I do in my downtime when I first appeared. So I guess I took after you?"
"Heh, well I think you'll get your chance in the next season. Or unless the author decides to turn this into yet another oneshot turned whole story."
