(Original Version) The Story of the Squidbeak Splatoon (My Splatoon AU Fanfic)

Chapter 30: Fake Plastic Bucket Stationed in Order

Order Slosher- palette: Purah Aikuchi

"Now this is mowe unbewievabwe then Towd! Puwah is a Sanitized Octoling, and even aftew losing all hew memowies, she STIWW wanted to see the surface! I hate hew so much!" - Smollusk

"Sloshers are such fun weapons. I remember the time Pearl accidently mistook a Slosher for a regular bucket at a private beach we visited together. That day was such a mess, I hope we could go again." - Marina

"Sloshers are all like sploosh-sloosh-sloosh! I get tired after swinging those around for 3 minutes straight." - Pearl

"If these weapons are linked to someone's soul, then that means there's someone out there that really likes buckets..." -Acht

"Is something wrong?" Pearl asked Marina.

"Well..." Marina said quietly. "It may seem obvious now, Heimdal. Those Pallets are direct links to the people trapped in the Memverse."

"Yeah?.." Heimdal replied.

"Well, it appears the weapon you use... the pallet seems to... override your own for as long as you use that weapon. So like when you had Unagi's Pallet, you were stern and cold. And with Tord, you were overly heroic.

"So, what am I going to be like with this pallet? Who's is this?" Heimdal asked worryingly.

"This pallet belongs to Purah."

"You mean that Sanitized Octoling Eight saved from the Metros?" Pearl recalled.

"Eight saved an Octoling from the Metros?" Acht asked, confused.

"Well, I mean technically... Eight supposedly saved all Octolings from Kamabo..."

"You mean she intended to?" Acht asked.

"I can't say that for certain..." Marina trailed off.

"Aaaaaaand you'we hewe." Smollusk remarked unamused.

"Okay, now I have a question to ask." Acht began. "You said your purpose is to impose Order onto the world. How come?"

"I was cweated thwough the desiwe of the Octowings that made the Memverse." Smollusk answered.

"The Octolings that make this world... wanted the world to have no free will?"

"Weww, not exactwy. It was mowe: a wot of Octolings stwuggle with the sudden change to the surface worwd, and theiw stwuggwe manifested in my biwth. Thewe's one that confuses me. And fwom what he's witten, it sounds wike he wants a worwd void of fwee wiww."

"Music about... a world without free will?..." Acht questioned as Marina snuck off to reconfigure the next pallet.

"That's what he said." Smollusk responded. "I think some of his music was downloaded into the memvewse. I can wead you some wywics." Smollusk cleared his voice. 

"Evew since that day they scorn me down. Hypew-cwiticize evewy thought I hold so deepwy. Aww I need is the fweedom I want to seep down. I would nevew bend to youw twisted wiww, And wowship youw wife cycwe. I stand on my own feet and wowship mysewf. And I wouwd pwedge no awwegiance to any, not even youw enemy. Even if you faww, I'ww spit on youw fawwen empiwe. You'ww nevew see me come cwawwing on my knees."

Acht was silent for a moment. Suddenly Marina returned with Purah.

"Oh, you'we swy meanie heads! You got me monowoguing! Get out of hewe! GET! PBBBBHHHHHH!!!"

"You're Purah?" Heimdal asked as the group exited the spire. Purah nodded.

"And you were sanitized too?..." Acht asked. Purah again nodded. "Do you at least have your memories?"

"Yes... I do... I think..." Purah stuttered. "Here I feel like my memories are a lot less... fuzzy..."

"I made the memverse to help Octolings like you that ended up this way." Marina explained.

"If that's so." Acht butted in. "Then perhaps Purah should stay here with me. I want to help her."

"That's a good idea Acht. I'm sure you two will be able to help each other out." Marina smiled.