You lie on the floor, staring into the sky as you await the end of your time. What will I end up doing now ?
(Y/n): So . . . . my final day began just . . like . . this.
Why couldn't I have been stuffed into some cryosleep pod by my ever-so-loving scientist family and become the last remaining human thousands of years later ? That would have been such an easier life to live.
(Sofia): . . . . You'll win, right ?
(Y/n): . . . I can't promise anything, but I'll see what I can do. With my condition, the circumstances we're in, and the lack of fighters who can hold their own against them, it doesn't look good.
(Sofia): Mmm. I . . hate to say it, but I'm pretty useless without your kind of power. Just a random person who'll throw splat bombs and specials *Smiles & quietly tears up*
(Y/n): Hey ! . . . You're not useless. Sure, you can't fight on my level, but you are still a great support ally ! Bombs and Inkstrikes can still distract and change the tide of the upcoming battle. I can try giving you some tools infused with Blu . . . . if I can heal my injuries.
You seem to have a back beyond bent, legs twisted, and arms extremely bruised-- how can I not feel the pain . . . I shouldn't have said that.
It was clear adrenaline and will have kept you intact so far, but it would wear off soon. You needed to fix yourself this very instant, but how ?
(Y/n): Now that I remember, I tried some dumb sh*% that somehow resulted in more 'magical' abilities. So, if I just go off of simple logic, if I do this . . .
Your simple logic ? Push your chest to fix your bent back, twist your legs in the opposite direction, and get some of your already-worn bandages onto the open space in your arms.
Not bad, if I do so say so myself ! If this was real life, how realistic would that be ? Eh, this is a different kind of life.
(Y/n): ALRIGHT !! Sofia !! You will be my support in this fight. Get medical supplies and try to contact our other allies for information, immediately ! I will create weapons and tools for you and possibly others !
Sofia nods in agreement and shouts, "I'm on it !", as you raise your arm like you are commanding soldiers to battle. Not so much "like", but I am.
(Y/n): Okay, 9 minutes, what do we make ? What helps in all situations ? Guns. What kind ? We need accuracy, which means scopes, such as snipers or something with a scope. Powerful weapons work well too. Will they need to run with it ? Probably. Pistols ? Revolvers ? *Groans as you put your palm on your forehead* What do I make ?!
With Blu, you can have guns shooting bullets laced with paint, thinner, spikes, poison, and so much more that can prove to be an advantage in combat.
(Y/n): *Frustrated* What do Inklings and Octolings have close to a powerful gu-- *Realization hits you* that's close to the recoil of a sniper and the power of an old cannon, the Rainmaker. How does that work though-- Sheldon.
You get up and jump from the top of the stairs to the low floor and bust the door of the Ammo Knights store, running past a startled and confused Sheldon and find what you need.
(Y/n): Sorry, Sheldon ! It's important !
You run back to the top of the stairs and unsheathe your katana, slicing the rainmaker in half.
(Y/n): So that component is connected to that, that is the charge, and this is . . . okay, got it !
You create a second Rainmaker shrink it down with all of its components and shape it into a familiar handheld weapon.
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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...
