We've Been At This (M! Agent 3 X M! Agent 8)

Little Buddies

   Once Agent 8 stood before all the Salmonids, he regretted ignoring Agent 4's words about this place.

    Don't ever go into Grizzco. It is a wretched and horrible place. It's a slaughterhouse for the innocent. Sure, the pay may be outstanding don't risk it. It was a horrible experience for me.

   But it was too late. He had to survive the three waves Mr. Grizz instructed he'd have to go through. By his feet, Small Fry pooled, gently hitting his ankles with their tiny weapons.

  It really only tickled a tiny bit, not hurt like Mr. Grizz said it would.

  Agent 8 looked up from the ground and into the distance where in the horizon his teammates were slaughtering all different kinds of Salmonids.

   A couple more Small Fry like the adorable ones at his feet, strong Cohocks swinging around their frying pans, and the occasional boss Salmonids that came along like Scrappers, Flyfish and Stingers.

   Agent 8 remembered back at his underground home how the Salmonid tribes and the Octarians would trade with one another. The Salmonids would give them their beloved Golden Eggs in return for technology, weapons.

   And now Agent 8 saw why they'd need those weapons.

  They were at war with the teenage Inklings that wanted some quick cash. Agent 8 felt his stomach churn as he listened to the screams of pain that emitted from the small mouths of the Salmonids being splatted, their cries as they watched their Golden Eggs being taken away from then without trade or offer.

  Agent 8 scooped up the three Small Fry that stuck onto his ankles and his them in a safe place, behind a rock that he was sure they wouldn't be able to get to.

   When he was young, he would sneak into the huge depo where they would handle the making of armor and gear for the Salmonids. He would watch the superior Octolings hard at work while the Salmonids excitedly watched.

   Sometimes a few Small Fry would stray from their groups and find him. Agent 8 would fear they'd report him and he would get in trouble, but they never did.

  They were fascinated by him. His tentacles, his height and large size compared to them. He was a Small Fry magnet, and it looks like that hasn't changed one bit.

   The other Inklings in his team events met the quota, and were now lounging around the basket. Most of the Salmonids had given up and retreated back to the waters until the next wave came.

  Agent 8 felt somewhat relieved that they had saved themselves, but he knew that it was only temporary.

  He fumbled with his fingers, waiting for the next wave to begin, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

   Suddenly the sky went dark around them, and their bright sunny sunset was gone. Sirens went blaring around them, and the three other Inklings on Agent 8's team got up from where they sat, holding their weapons tightly.

   "Is it the Goldie?" One asked, looking around until another one pointed at a huge machine in the distance.

   "No- It's Grillers!" A male shouted, making his way over to the Griller in the distance, pointing his Jet Squelcher at it. A great weapon for a boss like that.

  Agent 8 gulped, gripping onto his Dynamo Roller.

  An Inkling girl looked back over at him, twirling her Dapple Dualies in her hands. "Well, let's get over there!"

  She turned into her squid form and swam over to the swarm of Grillers and the Small Fry that hitched a ride with them.

  With an uneasy gulp, Agent 8 went over to the group and hesitantly killed some of the Grillers.