Y/n: Okay, what is this . . . uhh . . . Carl Unamez, Yurim Talock, Jacob Hednez ? Are these names ?
'Spirit': Nods
Y/n: Names of people . . . but why ? What else is there . . . ?
You scroll and scroll to find what these names mean. Why are there names on this and why so many ? At the top of page of names, in big black letters, it read . . KILLED / SAVED
Y/n: . . . Ooookkkkaaaaayyy, what does this mean, though ? Is this some sort of soul . . uh . . collection thing ? Moves The Device Around
'Spirit': Nods
Y/n: And are they dead ?
'Spirit': Nods
Y/n: Okay, I'm guessing your also dead, somehow not floating into . . wherever. What about this button ? Points To Big Purple Button
The Spirit seems to strongly disagree to pushing it.
Y/n: I would say 'what's the worst that could happen', but with . . well, everything, it would be best to discuss this further with my comrades, comrades ? Yeah, comrades, sounds good . . . soooo . . . yeah . .
'Spirit': Grumbles
Y/n: Look, its not that I don't trust you or anything, but tomorrow might be my last day, alright ? If there's even a small chance I can avoid catastrophe or just talk to my friends one last time, I will.
'Spirit': Happy Sounds ?
Y/n: . . Was that good or - ah !
Thr Spirit just flew straight into the weird collection device, or CD for short, giving you a little push.
Y/n: Alright then, that's now settled, but what about . . that Stares
You look at the creation at zero, from Sub Zero. If you leave it there, who knows what might become of it, or what it could cause ? A crowd slowly began to form, with onlookers on the sky high buildings and others down below.
Y/n: I could . . . break it. If I break it, I'll have to generate enough power within me to output in the right moment. A person or two is a different subject when speaking about this, but if I use my gloves, then I could . . . Mumbles
. . . Uhh, what were you talking about ? Nevermind that, we'll watch from here.
You start to back up, start to lower your body to the ground, put two hands on the floor, slide your feet into place, and sprint.
Y/n: No music, but this will do !
You run closer and closer, running on thin air, and punch the ice into . . . not a lot.
Y/n: Ahh ! That hurt ! Okay, different plan.
You clench your fists and punch them together. You continued looking at the ice, but saw a spark from the corner of your eye. It came from your fists.
You clench your fists and a few sparks fly out. You try hard this time and more came out. You try faster this time and it gets hotter.
Y/n: . . Ice and fire . . that's right ! With a structure this big, you have to find its weakness ! . . . and not always blow it up . .
You back up some more, close your eyes, imagine the fire you used way back then, and combine that with the power you used with each fight. One thing isn't powerful . . alone.
Your eyes spark a bright blue and in a flash of Blu light, your swing your body upward, sending a spiral of blue fire up the structure, melting and then evaporating everything in a few seconds.
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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...
