Desti sat in a cell, chained to the wall by a shackle placed around her foot. She wore nothing but the small jacket and shorts that were provided to her. Stacy walked by the cell and looked at her.
“You’re lucky I wasn’t the one that caught you,” Stacy spat out. “You would be dead right where you stood.”
An octoling walked up to her. “Octavio wants to see the prisoner.”
“Very well. Looks like your punishment couldn’t come soon enough.” Stacy opened the cell door and walked in. She unshackled Desti’s leg and forced her up. “Now move it you little shit.”
Desti walked down a dimly-lit hallway as her sister walked behind her with her gun pointed at her back. As they traveled, Stacy would continuously hit her with her weapon, telling her which way to turn and to occasionally speed up. At the end of the hallway was a large metal door with two octocommanders keeping guard and faint music coming from the other side.
“I, Stacy Octari, have brought the prisoner in which DJ Octavio wanted to see,” Stacy told them. The octocommanders looked at each other, deciding whether or not to let them in before looking back at her. “Well? Are you gonna let us in or not you brainless dorks?” One of them pressed a nearby button and the door slowly grinded open. “Get a move on,” she ordered as she hit Desti in the back with the side of her weapon.
The two octolings walked through the door and into a large room. At the far end of the room was a DJ stand with someone playing loud music on it. As soon as they reached the middle of the room, the music stopped and the DJ looked at them.
“DJ Octavio, I brought the prisoner that you asked for.”
“Well well well, if it isn’t the one who has been causing me so much trouble over the years. DESTI OCTARI!” Octavio’s voice boomed. “STEP FORWARD NOW!” Stacy pushed Desti forward so that she was in front of the DJ. “Under charges of treason against the supreme leader of the Octarian forces and for the murder of Commander Roland Octavius-”
“What? I didn’t kill-”
“SILENCE! Under those charges, you have been sentenced to execution!”
“But-”
“I said SILENCE! You will spend your last few days locked away in your cell until the day of your execution. As for you Commander Octari.”
Stacy stepped forward. “Yes sir.”
“You are being promoted and have been assigned to lead the execution.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Now General, take her back to her cell and have someone keep watch over her.”
“Yes sir.”
Stacy marched Desti out of the room and back to her cell. After getting her chained back up to the wall, she left the cell and an octoling to guard it. Later that night, Desti laid on the cold hard floor, staring out the cell bars. The octoling guarding her cell paced back and forth from one end to the other. As she slowly started to drift to sleep, the guard suddenly collapsed to the ground. Desti sat up as she saw three masked figures wearing inkling wigs start to search the fallen guard. One of them pulled a set of keys from the guard’s pocket and started to test each key until they found the correct one. As soon as they got the door open, the youngest of the three ran to Desti and hugged her.
“You came back.”
“Who are you?” Desti asked.
“Mom, don’t you recognize me?” The masked figure took off her mask and wig, revealing herself to Desti.
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An Octoling's Tale
FanfictionAn inkling was running down an alleyway as she was being chased by two octolings. Her feet splashed in the puddles as she tried to escape from her pursuers. She came to a dead end and turned around to find that she had nowhere to run. She pressed he...
