The agents of The New Squidbeak Splatoon!!

Tales from the Deepsea Metro

Cuttlefish rested back in his seat his eye closed as he napped.

Suddenly his nap was interrupted as Eight brush through the doors, bawling her eyes out.

"Bwuh, what's this? Eight what's the matter? What's wrong?" He asked, as she sat down, her sobs deafeningly loud.

"Yo! Old man! Who crying?!?" Asked Pearl from the radio.

"Oh dear, is that Eight?!?" Asked Marina worriedly.

"Yeap she just came in here bawling as loud as beluga! I don't know what's wrong though!" He said.

"Here pass the radio to her let me talk to her!" Said Marina.

He gave the radio to Eight.
"Eight, sweetie, what's wrong?" Asked Marina in a soothingly almost mother-like voice.

"M-mean Jellie, o-on train! M-ean a-about i-inkling t-talk!" Sobbed Eight.

"A jellie bullied you because you're not good at speaking inkling?" Asked Marina.

"Yes!"

"Aw Eight, it's okay! I wasn't very good at speaking inkling either but Pearlie taught me how! We can teach you how if you want!" Said Marina.

"Want-t." Sniffled Eight, wiping up her tears.

"Okay where should we start first? You know the basics and you've picked up on a few things so how about we get into sentence structure and stuff?" Asked Marina.

"O-okay." She said.

"Yo' Rina' can I teach her swears?" Asked Pearl.

"NO!"

~time skip~

"Okay now you try!"

"H-Hello, how are you doing today? My name is Eight! I'm 16 years old and I-I like the color r-raspberry!" Eight said.

"Yayyy! Good job Eight!" Said Marina.

"Thank you Mama-rina!" Giggled Eight.

"Mama-rina! Hah! Looks like you got a daughter now Rina'!" Laughed Pearl.

"If she's my daughter then she's yours too Pearlie, I have a ring on my finger for a certain reason." Marina said.

"Yeah but I'm more like a cool dad! Your def, the mom!" Chuckled Pearl.

"Nevermind, am I a mother figure to you Eight?" Asked Marina with a happy tone.

"Mm, a little." Said Eight.

"Hey since she's our daughter can I teach her swears-"

"NO!"

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Tw: fear, angst, sanitization, near-sanitization, and ptsd

Eight ran as fast as she could, her heels clacking against the metal floor.
She was in another test but this one was different and it was scaring her out of her wits.

The challenge was without a weapon however now she had four sanitized octolings chasing her!

She skidded to a halt and hid behind a wall, her back pressed against the stone as she slid to the ground.

Her breathing was panicked and short, and tears stung her eyes. She just wanted the test to be over already.
One of the Octolings carried a syringe that only she could guess made her one of them.
She wouldn't accept that fate yet. She looked around one side of the wall, no sanitized octolings. Then she turned to face the other side, being met with and octoling staring at her face to face.