To make writing easier to read and write, some actions, such as sighing or grumbling, will be put in a * , like *this*.
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(Y/n): Who exactly are you . . . ?
This person isn't regular, that's obvious, but why are they attacking me? That system? Also, that strength is quite . . odd to say the least. One second, I was sent flying. Why now?
(Y/n): . . .
(???): . . .
(Y/n): . . Nothing? Alright.
What to do now . . . I could . . remove the mask? It's the only thing TO do. I've regained enough energy to move my arm and hand anyway.
You go to remove the mask, but a purple shock zaps your finger, making you squeal in pain.
(Y/n): WHY is that more painful than that entire fight?!
At that point just use that 'shock' defense.
You try again and again, but the same outcome comes with each of them.
Ahhh! Why does it burn and feel so cold . . . .one more time wouldn't hurt, right? Nope, definitely hurts.
Again, but to no avail. A soft brush of wind travels past your face, lifting your hair, and cooling your cheek down. With the blink of an eye, nothing but torn pieces of light hues of colored string were left. You just stand there, arm outward and a hand reaching out, puzzled by what just happened.
(Y/n): . . . . . Who were they . . ? Will . . I ever . . know . . . ?
Faster than sight, thoughts and theories were clouding your mind. Was it a person ? What kind of power ? . . . What kind of . . . person . . ?
Standing with nothing to do, early in the morning, already beaten up, already questioning this world.
(Y/n): *Sigh* . . Okay, I woke up, defended from a blob, dodged figures, attacked ninjas, and my clothing was clogged with too much stuff. *Puts hand on forehead*
What to do now . . AH !
A sword to your precious neck out of nowhere.
If I get struck down, what will happen ? So much has happened that we can't remember or redo, can we simply regenerate our head, attach it back, or even continue without it ?
(?): Best not to get move, pal.
Well, can't do much either way. If they strike we could predict it . . . maybe. We couldn't stop their sword now, so what chance do I have ? They have the same black skin-tight suit, with a red scarf around their neck and waist this time.
(Y/n): Wasn't planning to, bud. What brings you to this wonderful city ?
(?): *Aims sword closer* You.
(Y/n): *Sigh* Tell me this before you decide to kill me. Why am I here ? I was suddenly summoned through a crack in reality and met a guy with a magical power and, for some reason, gave it to me.
(?): *Silent*
(Y/n): Nothin' ? I . . want to remember the days of playing games on my old system . . . but I fear that may be untrue. My past ain't exactly clear. I had a mom, but didn't, and had a family, but didn't. I feel like I've done so much in my past life, but, yet, I can't remember a single thing from it.
(?): *Silent*
(Y/n): If I die here for good, at least you know who I remember myself to be. Other than blowin' up a lab and savin' a few people, what have I done to cause my death to be wished by so many ?
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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...
