The Siren Song

The Siren God: Prologue Preview

Paperjam stayed where he was for many years, centuries maybe. He wasn't sure anymore. He spent more of his time sitting on a cliff side, letting the ocean breeze blow pass and chill his bones. He could no longer feel that cold though. Everything seemed so empty to him.

Over those many years and centuries, he had caused many deaths and ate their bodies like a true Siren. He didn't enjoy the taste of their blood and flesh in his mouth, but it was the only food he could have for a long time. Eventually, he felt too heavy to even speak a word, so he didn't. Why should he when he beloved was dead. They weren't even able to have a baby!

As the dark skeleton curled more into himself, softly whimpering and crying, a small boat was growing closer to his little rocky range. The boat was manned by several people, and only one of them would be able to get the strange "ghost" from the rocks.

"There's absolutely no way there's a ghost." A yellow-orange lizard monster huffed, puffing out her chest in a rather prideful way. She had recently been going to speech therapy, to which was good for her.

A blue skinned monster raised an eyebrow, looking confused at the statement.

"What about Naps? Or Metta?"

Alphys scoffed a little.

"I-I mean ph-phantoms unlike them."

Fresh put his hands on the table, a little loudly, and gave the pair a sweet smile. The two shut up and focused on him.

"Brah, relax! If there's no ghostie-bros, then we just collect our samps, right?"

The two nodded quickly, letting the main scientist walk off. Honestly, who would've expected a parasite like him to want to be something as mundane as a Marine scientist? Though the better question was to ask why someone had agreed to letting him in? Sure, he had all his degrees in order, in fact he was working on getting his Ph.D., but that didn't mean he was the best person to hire. He was still a parasite. The kind of monsters that could live for hundreds of years beyond what normal monsters could live as long as they got a new soul every few years.

Quickly, the pair shook that thought out of their heads as they hurried to follow him up onto the deck where the other scientist was along with the captain of their boat. The sea-faring man slowed the boat to a stop, carefully steering it to the side. As small as the boat was, only really big enough for a few extra people, the rocks that raised from the sea were too closed together, and that wasn't talking about the ones people can't see.

"We ride da skis from here." Fresh hummed, already getting his life vest on.

Quickly, the other three joined him, following his lead to the three jet skis. Alphys didn't know how to use one, so Undyne had to drive her in. The small group of scientists slowly made their way into the maze of rocks that jutted out and the debris from centuries worth of shipwrecks, some of which should've had sonar.

"How come so many crashed here?" The human voiced their question, slowing down to examine what was left of a metal haul.

"N-No one knows. S-Survivors s-said that there was a-a voice that called to them." The lizard monster rolled her eyes.

"How many were there?"

"Three."

Fresh's one word response made the others tense. Their wide eyes looked around them at the ship graveyard, then they looked to each other. Surely there had to have been more than just three!

"I-I read there were dozens!" Alphys cried, narrowing her eyes on him.

"Nah, they weren't wrecked. They had deaf sailors so them homies steered right." He turned to them, his face looked a little grim. "They were lucky. Da wrecked, only three dawgs lived, the sea pushed 'em out." He motioned back the way they came. "Let's hurry before low tide."