||True Colors | Splatoon Fanfiction | Agent 3 x Agent 8 ||

|| Chapter 11: Lost in thought ||

Agent 3's POV

He was so stupid! I'm stupid myself!
My insides were all burning and I wanted to let it all out. I instinctively punched one of the walls.
It was metal for some reason and was left dented now. That's when I noticed how dark it was.
I fumbled to turn my flashlight on as my hands themselves were still shaking.
I let out a groan.

Part of me wants to stay mad about it. I mean I have my own right to feel that way. The other part however wants to straight-up forget about it and move on. Kyle was right anyways that my outbursts must've slowed us down as well.

Thoughts began circling around in my head and I let out a heavy sigh
What's wrong with me?
Without knowing, my hands had slipped into my pocket and my fingertips felt the cool touch of an item I bought along with me; it was a small resin keychain. I pressed my fingers around it. It comforted me just a little bit but not entirely.

I forced myself to take deep breaths to calm down.
I shouldn't make any more rash decisions. Maybe I should try to keep my mind off it for now.

I'd snuck the card back with Kyle before I left since they'd probably need it more. That left me having to rely on my memory.
And if I'm right, I'm still a long way from the exit.
On the bright side, it gives me plenty of time to rethink and recollect.

I tried distracting myself by looking around the maze. The walls were once a metal kind but as I go further and further, the texture changed. Now it looked more like a rough stone kind. At the sides and corners of the walls, I could see a bunch of moss was stuck onto it.  The surroundings were starting to feel pretty unsettling.

Then just when I thought this place couldn't get any weirder, I heard a loud creak coming from down the hall to my right. When the creak slowly quieted, I could hear faint sounds of moaning. I stopped mid-swim as I felt a chill running through.

I've got to get out of here fast, I thought. I swam in the opposite direction of the sounds. Whatever's in there...I do not want to find out. I've already taken a bunch of turns and swam a pretty long distance. Pretty sure I'm close to being halfway to getting out.

Maybe I shouldn't have left the others. I thought about going back but then realized they could already be at the end of this maze by now. Or stuck in the middle like I am.

Ugh, that was some stupid decision I did.  My emotions got the better of me which is why I'm stuck here.

Without knowing, I found my thoughts wandering back to 8. I thought about how he saved me back with commander tartar. How he held my hands to maybe try comforting me when my teammates were badly injured. How he was very resilient when I blurted out the thought of not wanting to travel with him. If he really was bad as I thought he was, then why was he acting so nice to me?

Then I stopped abruptly as I bumped into one mossy wall. I jerked back in surprise. Apparently, amidst all my thinking I swam straight into a dead end. I ruffled my hair to try and shake out the moss.

I can't get distracted! I tried to push any remaining thoughts at the back of my mind.

I can deal with all those stuff as soon as I get myself out of here.

"I'll be fine," I told myself for good measure. "I will be."

I swam back to where I thought I came from. From there, I saw two pathways up ahead for me to choose. The right looked more natural, as the tiles of the maze's floor disappeared.  The other path kept the same look except it had a darker tone to it. What was even weird was I could hear some faint growling but I wasn't sure where was it coming from.