couldn't find the artist. includes my headcanon!

When GoodPuffer first found you, you were just a little fish. So tiny and fragile. He shouldn't have cared, but you reminded him so much of his dead friend. GoodPuffer knew his actions were irrational and illogical: bringing a child into a huge and potentially dangerous facility just because of a small resemblance was a terrible idea. But he still did it.

GoodPuffer tried not to get attached to you, he really did. But this was complicated by the fact that it seemed like your little brain perceived him not just as a parent, but as a mother. And no matter how many times he told you that he was not your mother, you stubbornly stood your ground. You always followed him, tried to copy his behavior, hell, you even started speaking the same broken English as he did! and although at first GoodPuffer found it annoying, over time he began to find it kinda cute.

Eventually GoodPuffer started taking you everywhere with him, trying not to let you out of his sight for even a minute, making the excuse that you might break some important machine. although, it was obvious to everyone, he did it to make sure you were safe. it was damn obvious.

The clock struck noon, although here, in the underwater facility, it didn’t make much difference. the only noise was the ticking of the clock and the sound of pen on paper as Puffer wrote something. he seemed too absorbed in his work to pay attention to you, sitting on his lap. he muttered something under his breath in his broken English. you obviously didn’t understand him, either because he spoke quietly, or because he was saying some very smart adult things