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...But even though I was free from Kamabo's Sanitization, I could sense danger.

I gasped. I was on some kind of tilted platform...in the water! This was not good. I mean, I can survive in water. I'm Sanitized. I just can't swim very well. But I needed to leave soon.

And that's how I ended up SWIMMING away from the platform, which was actually the Telephone's NILS statue. There were globs of Sanitized ink everywhere and the water around the statue was tinted pink. I avoided both the globs of Sanitized slime and the pink water. 

I eventually reached the edge of Inkopolis. I climbed out of the water. My clothes were soaked, but I had made it. I took eight steps before I collapsed from exhaustion. Oh...the cold water had brought back my sense of touch! But before I could decide if that was a good or bad thing, I passed out. It was freezing water.

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The story was finished. "Wow," Said Marie. "That does sound intense. Agent 3 has never unleashed her full power on someone...not even DJ Octavio,"

It was silent for a while after that. "Veemo?" Eight asked.  Marina responded in the same language. She turned to face the group. "Eight's bored. She wants to see the Manta Maria...?" 

Marie sighed. "Okay, Eight. I guess you deserve a break,"

~~~

The Agents arrived. Agents 3, 4, 5, and 8 wore normal clothes while Agents 1, 2, 6, and 7 wore their Agent disguises to hide from fans.

Eight stared at the ship in awe. "Crane!" She looked at Sturgeon Shipyard, where a crane was hauling a giant box of fish eggs. "Wait, she seriously likes that old machine more than the Manta Maria!?" Pearl laughed. Callie picked up Agent 8 and held her up so that she could watch the ongoing Rainmaker match on the ship. But then her eyes lit up. She turned into her Octo form and slipped out of Callie's hands. "Veemo!" She ran as far as she could until she had reached the edge of Inkopolis. When the others caught up, they saw the NILS statue. "Wow..." Callie gasped.

Suddenly, Eight's nose twitched. "Octo...?" She started walking towards the shore. 

And then everyone saw it: A Sanitized Octoling on the beach. With a small, waterlogged bag and no Hypnoshades.

Author's note: Hi! Sorry for the short chapter. But this is an important note: I've been leaving all of my chapters as drafts, but just now I'm publishing them. Please put this in your reading list or don't forget to check for new chapters, because I NEVER give up on a book without deleting it. And if you are reading this right now, it means that I have NOT given up.

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