(Y/N) (L/N)
(Your first and last name)

Now playing Hotel Room Service by Pitbull / Rasputin by Boney M. Remix

You (Y/N) (L/N) are a city fish, although the constant drama you stirred up at squiddies and bars has had the cops on your tail 24/7. It was a cold night, and your fellow guppies were getting drunk out of their minds. You were minding your business until Chad, a high school acquaintance, hit on you.

Well before you could say anything, his wife, Samantha, jumped on you. But due to having a hardcore criminal's most wanted mom, you had a few things up your sleeve, literally! And you didn't want to be touched, especially by Karen.

You hit her so much with your bare knuckles that Chad, being the literal "tough guy," broke into tears. The bouncers immediately ran to you, but you messed them up in seconds. Maybe one of the few good things about having a wanted mom is that she taught you to defend yourself.

You ran in your light blue heels into your flashy car. Lucky enough, you were able to snag a bottle of lagoon sea salt, the thing that powers you or just turns you into a stick-up. You chugged the whole bottle, feeling the iron spike in your fins.

Now you are packing all your belongings.
Everything you need won't fit! You need to cut it down. You start to think of where to go. You open up Yelp, wondering where the cops wouldn't think to go. The bikini bottoms! kind of far, but you think you'll make it. You look out your window to see that cops have surrounded your car!

You could escape on the fourth floor; not a lot of guests roam there, and only five rooms are checked out on that floor. Throwing on some regular clothes, it's incognito time, BB. Walking down the steps to avoid potential officers.

But it sure is cruel, even in soft, adorable squirtle slippers.
You make it to the sixth floor and decide to take the elevator. The doors open to not one, not two, but five police officers.

"HEY! That's her! Get her!"
Samantha shouts from behind them.

The pink flipper sea urchin that wanted you dead from the beginning is a nasty choking hazard.
You take off your sunglasses and aim them at her. You toss it and slam yourself through one of the doors. Swinging yourself from the fan and crashing the clear glass, you fall through the stories.

Grabbing a railing just in the nick of time before finally dropping to the ground. Getting up, you need a way out; if anything, a food truck should be delivering a haul of chips at this time. You run towards the gas station on Kelpside Street.

You run for twenty minutes, but traffic is a bust, especially during this time of night. You're better off just sitting in a taxi until you're a sitting dead fish! You jump into a yellow taxi and pull out your cash.

The old elder fish coughs before a sore voice says,
"Where to..." The stern-faced fish looked at you in the rearview mirror.

"The bikini bottoms." "Please use the fastest way."
You maintained eye contact as you buckled yourself in.

"That's a long way, little missy. What's got you in a rush?"
He backs up the car and makes a totally illegal turn.

You stay silent, flipping through CashApp's slides, until you get your QR code out. The catfish scans it. You both stay quiet until you get to the bikini bottom.
"This is fine; thank you."

He stops the car and watches as you leave with your one yellow and blue pastel bag.
"Don't get into any trouble! Ah, my younger days! How I wish I could go back."

You nod slowly and walk away into the sleepy city. quiet, almost unreal to you. Always at the seaway, there's cars music or even the lights buzzing with noise. Maybe running here wasn't so bad.

You walk trying to get your GPS to work, but even with your degree in coding, it won't help your burner phone. I guess you'll have to rely on your wonderful sense of direction.

Soon making it to the smaller buildings of the small city. A hotel shines with dim lights. The musty Shrelanka in yellow lights stands before you. Somehow Yelp is still working. You search for the place, and only thirty people have ever stayed here.

One review and only one star between four people Well, you don't have any others you can afford currently, let alone being the only hotel around. Taking your chances, you (Y/N) step into the hotel.

It's better than you expected; the outside just makes it look horrendous. You walk towards the desk, where a pufferfish is sleeping. You reach towards him but back away as he gasps, expanding quickly and injuring your hand.

"WADDINS! This is why you're never on the night shift! Just go home, man!"
"I'm sorry, Kendrick!"

Oscar jumps over the counter and hops on the computer.
"Name?"

"(Y/N) (L/N)"
You stood up a little scared of the big pufferfish called Kendrick.

"How long?"

"Three Months."
You bit your lip as he typed. The small fear of the cops finding you was the only thing you could think about.

"Congratulations! You are the longest person to stay here besides Jeffrey, the owner."
He sighs loudly and calls for someone named Alexis or Afron with the walkie-talkie clipped to Oscar's shirt.

Soft steps soon come down the hallway, and you look up to see a vibrant fellow with a full head of luscious curly hair. He looked almost like a holy mermaid. Nothing weird about the hoops—yeah, nothing except that he could possibly be gay.

He's adorned in jewelry, with several necklaces and rings, as well as a lip piercing to top it off.
Interesting," you thought to yourself.

"Is Afron your name?"
You tried to be cool and finger-gun him. But always, it's dorky.

"No... Zacky hehe..."
He awkwardly says, "Finger gunning you back," and he goes to fidgeting with his collar.

"I might need hearing aids soon, jeez."

"And I thought you were a Shad?"
He tilts his head down in confusion.

"Noooo, I'm a marble blue betta. Must be the mask!"
You laughed slightly. This interaction is really weird.

"Yeah..."
He stays silent, slowly making adjustments to his several rings.

"Well, you're beautiful... Oh uh..."
You thought to yourself about what you just said to this poor person who had to hear that. The shock was so brutal that you started to see the surface.

"Oh, wow, uh-y-you're really beautiful too?"
He covers his mouth, most likely embarrassed.

"Anyways, I can be your personal assistant, meaning I take care of all your purchases and deliver them personally to you outside of lunch, breakfast, and dinner times. You have to get those yourself. Unless the great, dear old Oscar here has already done that."
Zacky says it happily and sarcastically.

"You know I did... Okay, I'm going to smoke."
He says this as he lights a cigarette.

"Go outside; you know the rules."
The colorful fish motions for the door.

"Quit pipping. I'm already out the door, you teacher's pet."

Zacky sighs and takes your bag.
"So how long have you worked here, Zacky?"
You both walk to the first floor.

"A month later, Kendrick still calls me the useless employee who was employed two seconds ago. Really, it's that pufferfish, Waddins! But I swear Kenny has an emotional attachment to that weirdo."

You nod; you didn't know this hotel had drama.
"Well, you seem very organized with your life." "Is the pay good here?"

"There are people that would disagree with you. Anyway, your question is not really relevant, but you'd be better working at the crusty crab. Although that is the life of the city. Someone with a rush like that... You'd be better working a phone job or as a gardener."

He looks down at you as you stare back up at him.
"Honestly, the only place that's not going to ask for ID is this place. (Y/N) (L/N)."

Your eyes widened. How did he know your name?
"Just who the hell are you?"
You furrowed your brows.

"We met five years ago. I was the bartender, at least for the summer, and you wanted me to dance with you. If you need help with creating a new identity, I can help with that too."
He pointed to himself with slightly cute hand movements.

"Anyways, do you need anything?"

"You're so freaking good at this. Well, I won't be needing your service anytime soon. But I'll holla at you when I need it."
You winked and instantly regretted doing it.

"Just know that when you need anything, I'm your personal servant at the musty Shrelanka."
He says it breathlessly. "You must do a lot around here," you thought to yourself.

They pass you a card that has the club hours. Dinner, lunch, and breakfast times and what's around "I thought you might need it; you seem like you're pretty oblivious."

"Okay, I take back the time drunk me called you hot mister."
You shut the door, exhaling loudly.

This is going to be fun, you thought to yourself, leaning on the door, ready to sleep tomorrow away.