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i was feeling kind of sea sick on that boat [w.g]

georgebur request from @Asiatic_Lily !

it starts out kind of morbid but there's georgebur i promise lmfao
i know this isn't the best and honestly i hate it so i'm either going to rewrite it or make a part two

pairing; wilbursoot/wilbur + georgenotfound/george

prompt; people who die in the ocean become mermaids, and george learns the hard way

title from; raspberry, grouplove

tws; drowning, swearing

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george couldn't swim.

he knew he couldn't, and still agreed to go on this stupid boat with his family. even they knew he couldn't swim, they even promised he wouldn't have to leave the boat. but, everything went to hell when one of george's nephews accidentally pushed him off. he didn't even have time to scream before he was surrounded by water, flailing his arms and legs uselessly.

and, by the time his family realized he wasn't on the boat anymore, george had drifted out too far for them to get to him in time. george's lungs were burning, and he was still screaming even underwater, so he was running out of air too fast.

that was the end of george. until he woke up, of course.

george woke back up on a large sea sponge. when he moved his arms, they moved sluggishly, as if he was underwater again. and he was underwater, he realized, he was in a huge coral reef. it looked like a coral reef, sure, but it also looked like the park close to george's apartment.

"what the fuck?" his voice sounded normal. george saw bubbles float out of his mouth when it opened.

"hi!" someone yelled. george jumped at the sudden noise, whirling around to see a boy definitely taller than him, but with a long gold fish tail.

"uhh... what the hell are you?" george asked.

"the same as you! look!" the boy pointed to where george assumed legs were. instead, he found a bright red tail with white spots, almost like a mushroom. george's eyes widened and panic welled up inside him. he shot off of the sea sponge, flicking the tail back and forth, as if that would get it off.

george looked up at the boy, whose smile was gone and he was looking at the floor.

"what happened to me?" george whispered.

the boy lifted his head. "you, um, died. you drowned."

george froze. it felt like his heart had stopped. "i'm... dead?"

the boy nodded. george sank down to the sand, wrapping his arms around himself. he wasn't cold, he only felt like his insides had turned to ice despite the warm water.

"no, t-this is all a dream, i'll wake up in the hospital or something," george mumbled, beginning to shiver.

"hey, cheer up! it's better down here than it is up there, i promise." the boy swam over to him and sat down across from him. george expected to feel tears flowing down his own cheeks but instead they floated up to the surface like small bubbles.

"are you dead too?" george asked. the boy stilled, hair bobbing up and down as a current came through the area of sea they were in, reminding george of the breezes up at the surface.

the boy looked away. "uh, yeah. a few years now. anyway, i'll give you a tour and an explanation! i'm sure you have questions."

george nodded, letting the boy pull him up. he watched the boy's golden tail flicking back and forth to move and he tried it, and soon they were swimming into the reef together.

"first, my name is wilbur. i appeared here a few years ago as you heard, and i was just like you when i got here. but, it isn't even that bad. it's just like going to a new school."

"do we die here and go back to the surface?" george asked wilbur.

"i don't actually know. if you want, you can go get yourself killed by a hostile shark or something and come back to tell me," wilbur said, but his tone was sarcastic now and not the cheerful words george had heard when they first met.

"oh, okay."

it was silent for a few seconds, then wilbur grinned. "want to live with me? i have an extra kelp bed and i've been looking for a roommate!"

"yeah, sure," george agreed, because who else would he live with? alone? george didn't want to live alone in the ocean.

"you know, you're taking this surprisingly well for learning you died minutes ago," wilbur remarked. george shrugged, keeping his eyes on the sand. "just wait until we've gone to bed. you'll hear me sobbing from a few fucking miles away."

"don't say that. you can sleep in my room for the first few nights if you want."

george thought it over. "yeah, i suppose. that could help."

"hey, did you ever ask me for my name?" george asked as they ducked under the seaweed strips with seashells attached into wilbur's "apartment." it looked just like one on the surface, but more... underwater-y. there were doorways leading to what looked like bedrooms and bathrooms. there was a sea sponge couch and the counters were rock and coral.

"oh, i didn't. what's your name, mushroom?"

"mushroom?"

"your tail looks like a mushroom! i think it's cute." wilbur beamed, pointing to george's tail. george's face turned as red as his scales.

"my name is george," george mumbled.

"still gonna call you mushroom, but george is a nice name too! now, that room is yours for when you decide to go back to it. the other is my room," wilbur explained. george nodded, poking his head into the empty room that was now his. all there was was a kelp bed, a mirror that george glanced at, cringing at his reflection, and a coral desk.

"i'll give you some alone time. i'll be in my room, okay?" wilbur said softly, patting george's shoulder before he swam away into the room across from george's.

george stared at himself in the mirror for a few minutes, taking in that he had a tail, gills, pointy ears, and small patches of red and white on his skin. he thought he looked almost like a koi fish, but not quite. george giggled at that.

he never imagined that he would die drowning. if he was being honest, george didn't think he'd even die near water. he thought he'd die in like a car accident or something.

it hadn't even been five minutes since wilbur left him alone and george was already rushing over to wilbur's room into his arms. they hadn't even known each other for two hours and george already felt safe with him, like wilbur wouldn't let anything happen to him. george knew for a fact that if he had known wilbur when he was alive, he'd have never let this happen to george; he would've told george to stay home and not go on that damned boat

"you okay, mushroom?" wilbur asked, wrapping his arms around george.

"i died and came back as a mermaid, wilbur. am i okay?"

wilbur laughed. "okay, sorry. i'll shut up now."

"want to meet my friends later?"

"you said you'd shut up."

"okay, okay, fine. i'll actually shut up."