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Wake Up!!!
You had faintly heard an unusual voice before slowly opening your eyes.
Right in front of your eyes....a burning pile of what once was, a house. Smoke rising as far as the city can see.
You lay on the ground, many people running the opposite direction, feeling terrible.
Something shook you and screamed, trying to get you out of here........but it wasn't just one voice, but you couldn't tell who or what did this.
You lightly slap your face to make your body move. The Writer was knocked out and something was coming from that house.
You got your self up a bit too fast and felt light-headed. You still went on, picking up the Writer on your back and slugging away the fire.
Who was speaking to you? WHAT was speaking to you?
You look back, finally seeing the faint souls of every squid and octoling rise up.
It was a sad sight, but you can't do much in you current state. Even with everything you had, it was not enough.
You couldn't revive them, so, might as well kneel and say,
Y/n: I-I'm sorry about....everything that happened on such short notice........... I-I killed you on what I c-considered to be the vil-llans side. I hope you can forgive ehat I did, one day. I can't revive you.....but, I will do my best to give comfort to you, and if you had family, more comfort.
You kneeled and felt....sick. You at least tried, watching as the souls go high into the sky.......and watching bodies and ink fly towards you.
You got up and tried to back away, but the range was too far.
The feeling of different colored ink, mixed with a darker, worse ink was just
.......horrible.
You stood for a good bit before continuing away.
Starting to walk away, you felt uneasiness out of the blue, like a raindrop on a seemingly sunny, cloudless day.
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You felt a breeze and turn around just in time to see....them.
The 'parents' and Aven. A fight was imminent, no doubt in your mind about that.
A sore body, with a semiconscious Writer on your back, and angry, mysterious Blu users out to kill you for one reason or another.
The chance of backup was slim to none. No one would be sane enough to fight these powerful users........or maybe not.
In any way, you ha- NEEDED to fend off these people from killing you and possibly others, and hopefully, find out their secrets!
Y/n: Alright, Writer, if you can hear me and move, watch our backs and I'll do he rest.
This is so much more than before. How are there Inkling Blu users? Nothing outside, but maybe in the inside.
In any manner, you needed enough energy to get the large gun you used on Aven and maybe condense it to something more 'gun' like, but not 'break your arm' like.
Y/n: Breathes Might as well try.
Writer:......Yeah...
Y/n:.....Great, quick question! You said you were the only one, other than the system, to master Blu or even have it?
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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...
