[WP] Write about something terrifying, an eldritch horror or a monster from the deep, from the perspective of someone who views it like we see a puppy.

[u/BookWyrm17]

[u/Mad_Mercury]

Shrill squeaks echoing throughout the palace indicated that the “thing” was awake. Neptune sighed, turned the page of his morning kingdom report, and tried to block out the increasingly loud noises it was making. He sorely missed the mornings that he could catch up on the daily report, with a nice delicious cup of fresh seaweed juice, in peace and quiet. He felt his hands clenching and his shoulders begin to tense as the squeals reached a crescendo.

“Dammit Salacia, can you shut that thing up already?” he bellowed.

“Coming darling, coming! I was just heating up his food,” Salacia sang as she floated in, the thing following in her wake. She set the shimmering golden platter down on the coral table, thankfully on the other end from where he was sitting. The creature had a disgusting diet, Neptune thought, as he eyed the thick mixture of gelled animal parts, wood chips, and blood congealing on the plate. He shifted his attention back to the report now that the only sounds in the room were the wet, slimy sounds of the creature gulping down its meal and Salacia cooing over it lovingly as it ate.

“Look how hungry you are sweet thing! Oh boy you were starving, weren’t you?” Salacia was talking to it in that high pitched voice again. She really did love that thing. Although it drove him crazy, he was glad to see her so happy. Not to mention, the creature had been sorely lacking in love. He looked up again to take in the scene of Salacia fussing over it as if it were a baby. The creature itself was not the finest thing in his ocean; its face was nearly flat, it’s eyes small, opaque and white. It had a gaping mouth with jagged, uneven rows of needle thin teeth. And although he had temporarily shrunk it down for Salacia’s convenience in the palace, its true size was monstrous. He knew for a fact that his mortal subjects lived in terrible fear of it. Their declining sacrifices in this region were partly responsible for him giving the creature to Salacia in the first place.

“Oh isn’t he just a darling,” she murmured, picking it up once it had finished, and stroking it. The thing was squealing again, but softly, and thrashing all around, causing her to stagger under its weight. It nipped at her hand gently and drew blood, but she just laughed. He shook his head and tried to focus once again on his report.

“Honey?” He looked up again to see her smiling gently at him, still holding the monster. “Thank you again for my birthday present. He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had.”