(discontinued) [ New World ] ; Splatoon

[ Wave 1 preparation 2 ]

Your POV

One of the Inklings connected to everyone's earbuds, telling us something. I looked around at the other Inklings and they nodded, I was nervous, I don't know what I'm getting into, but hopefully it isn't terrible. Another voice appeared on our earbuds, saying more things in the weird language.

Few seconds later, a large container basket appeared in the middle, the Inklings turned into their squid-forms and started to swim towards it, gathering around it. They turned and looked at me, making hand motions for me to go over there.

I quickly fast walked over to them, standing beside them and waited for something to happen. They were just as short as the agents, barely above 5'0, their height making them look like children. A small alarm went off, I tightened my grip around the two drill weapons I had.

An alarm went off yet again, the Inklings looked at each other and then at me, smiling, saying that word again.

"Woomy!"

"Woomy!"

I said it back to them and smiled. They didn't treat me differently, and I was happy about that, they treated me as if I was one of them. I like them more than the agents. I hope I can stay with these guys longer.

My thoughts were cut off by an alarm going off, the Inklings stopped chatting, spreading out. I don't know what this large basket is for, but I was staying with it to protect it. The waters surrounding the art academy looked nasty, no way something could actually live in it. ...I wonder if Inklings and Octolings can survive in water.