Suddenly, when the Writer woke up, a hint of cold sweat on his neck, a second to remember it all, he had it! An amazing story idea through his dream, one so cleverly designed and planned out, but, could he do it? Not even he knew.
Hopefully my totally not long break didn't worry anyone or anything.
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Walking around felt awesome. You finally had time to breathe, relax, and take a good look at the place you were in, Splatsville.
Soon enough, you wouldn't get another chance to look at this place or its people for a while. That thought was the main thing driving you to continue fighting and fighting.
The sky as blue as Blu itself, people as impressive as can be, and life seemingly well for many. Well, mostly.
Even with a new society, old ways still found their way here. What you would think, racism in some, homelessness in others, and even though you hadn't seen all of these........you still thought about it.
Y/n: Lets focus on now, shall we? Fighting while down will not end well. Look up, never down.
As expected, people close by and even far away, stared at all of you, but not for the reasons you might expect.
They were looking at the two human being accompanied by celebrities and how a man was surrounded by ONLY FEMALES?!
You got some.....different stares for that. Well, for now, just look around.
There was a nice, grassy park with buildings not too far so walking would take a long time, but not too close so that you can just relax and take a breathe of fresh air. With walking comes talking....and thinking.
Y/n: So this is life. It's awesome.
Writer: It sure is.
Y/n: Other than look around, what else is there to do?
Writer: Uhhhh.....ask quessttioonnsss.
Y/n: Mmmmm....can I kinda give my experience and Blu power onto other people, like how you did?
Writer: Well, it's complicated. You COULD, BUT it would make weaker for a while. The person you transfer it to would either need constant battles to handle their power, because the system would probably know, extremely jacked and all, or have one percent a day.
Y/n: Basically, they need to be strong and need some time.
Writer: Kinda? There is more to it, just don't really want to get all into it.
Y/n: Sigh Fair enough. What about...... your battles?
Writer: Well, if the system says the 10 day battle will be the 'Grand Finale', then that.
Your spine gets colder and colder, thinking about what could happen.
Y/n: How will that look? Should we prepare anything?
Writer: You have most of what I had. I lost a lot of my stuff giving my power to you. But, if you want to prepare something......prepare time on all fronts.
Y/n: Time? Like, stopping time?
Writer: Not quite. Spawn some paper and a pen.
You do just that. The others just look for a bit, but not thinking much of the spawned paper.
Writer: Alright, now, make a sketch of time.
Y/n: Well, to not say a paragraph, time can be many things, like an item or concepts, so......a clock?
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Splatoon 3 x Male? Human? Reader?
AdventureA day once happy, then mysterious and confused, then forced into action and bravery, or was it ignorance? Y/n was living håppïly at his home, then taken away through a vague, misty portal, taken to the land of Inklings and Octolings, Splatoon. But...
