Splatoon Fanfic: Like No Other (Fem!Agent 3 x Male!Reader)

Short Stories Vol. 1

So this is new.

In an attempt to switch things up a bit, I have decided to do these. Real quick short stories that have little weight on the actual story itself. Just little slices of life on the Agents and the odd stuff they sometimes get into. The current idea is to include a new short story every time a new chapter comes out but this may, and probably won't, be the case. This is also the space for me to try some experimental stuff. Adopt a different writing style or to just try weird stuff, maybe like a chapter that is only dialogue. Either way, this is just the space for random stories that I decide to make one day. I will update this chapter every time a new short story is made so check in every once in a while.

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Claire visits the Crust Bucket

Her head was nestled onto her left hand, leaned slightly to the left, eyes jumped across the menu, taking five seconds to skim read their ingredients and what they looked like before moving to the next one. Tucked away between the index and middle fingers of her right hand was a food ticket, flapping lightly as the afternoon breeze of the Inkopolis summer threatened ever so slightly to carry away her lunch ticket. Claire was stood behind the serving window of the yellow food truck, owned and operated by its trekking loving entrepreneur, and in front of a queue of increasing size. The second hand of a clock out of view from anyone outside of the Crust Bucket had made two complete revolutions in the time Claire had been deciding her order. The annoyed groans and complaints of other patrons grew ever so louder as time passed, yet the young Agent seemed to give them no mind as she finished passing over the Crusty Seanwich for the third time and jumped across towards the Super Seanwich.

Sean's slightly annoyed taps of his claws soon paved way to him bringing it up to his face, followed by him clearly clearing his throat, drawing Claire's attention,

"Y'know, I appreciate that you can get lost in our impressive array of foodstuffs offered here," Sean started talking, "but... I'm gonna need you to pick something within the next thirty seconds or the kid behind ya will get his order first."

"O-oh, right, sorry, my first time here..." Claire sped up her examination of the menu, gliding towards the closest product she could lock eyes on. A veritable tower of deep fried tempura and layered waffles, topped proudly with whipped cream, chocolate sauce and coloured chips, "I'll take the Triple-Fried Galactic Schwaffle, please."

Claire handed her food ticket in through the serving window to Sean. The golden ticket with a red tearaway adorned only a single coin. Sean looked up from the ticket back to Claire, looking somewhat expectantly at him,

"Uhm, this is only for the Deep-Fried Schwaffle," Sean was about to hand the ticket back to her, "do you have a ticket for the Galactic Schwaffle?"

"Wait, they are only valid for one type of item?" Claire craned her head to the right,

"Yeah, sorry squiddo, though this ticket is still valid so would it be chill if I fried this up for ya?" Sean held the ticket out to Claire. She took the ticket and glanced back from it to the queue behind her, numbering ever closer to double digits in length. She handed the ticket back to Sean,

"Yes, please."

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The Mini Fridge

Being located where it is, Tentakeel Outpost does not have much in terms of provisions for creature comforts. Cell coverage over Octo Canyon was spotty, no electrical provider ran mains cables through the area, unsurprisingly, moving large items in and out of the region was very difficult, even more so inconspicuously, just to name a few complications. Still, that did not stop Callie from purchasing a Bowhead Electrics MiniMax® beverage fridge complete with smart temperature and power adjustment alongside an automated panel for tracking stored beverages inside. From Callie's perspective, dropping C$150 on a 47 litre mini fridge with novel features was a worthy investment seeing as the current freezer they had running, an old MinkeCo C222 freezer unit from the fifties, left over from the previous military unit that occupied the region, that they had restored, suffered from severe problems such as "smelling bad", "making the food taste a bit weird", "being ugly" and being, overall, "not very fresh". Although she could never convince Marie, content with the fact that it stored all of her tubs of ice cream without issue and always insisting to Callie that all she was smelling was a sandwich she left behind two days ago, nor any of the other Agents that replacing their freezer with something new and fresh was something they really ought to do. Unfortunately for Marie, she was not the Head Financial Officer of the New Squidbeak Splatoon, yet, so when she discovered the receipt for the mini fridge stashed away under a pillow, she was a little less than thrilled.

Nevermind supplying the mini fridge with the few functioning generators they had currently, or the fact that half the functions are useless as they require the Bowhead Electronics SmartSystems® App, which requires an internet connection, Marie was more concerned with how to get the thing to the Outpost. Based on the five minute research on the internet she did on the item, it would be too large to fit through the manhole. This meant that she could not apply the knowledge she had accumulated over bringing the small barbecue grill through the manhole. She contemplated having it delivered to their home, disassembling it, hauling it over in pieces and reassembling it, though neither she nor anyone in the Splatoon really knew how to do that alongside the fact that a quick skim read of the T's and C's on the user manual uncovered that accessing the internals of the mini fridge without being a certified Bowhead Electronics technician would void the warranty and prevent refunds. Marie thought about hiking with the mini fridge to the Canyon and using a rope to haul the thing up. But in general, she came up blank.

The faint swishing of helicopter blades came into audible range. Such occurrences were not too infrequent. Whilst civilian flights over the region were banned, the air was frequented by military or government aircraft looking to bypass civilian flight lanes, although passing aircraft tended to stay somewhat far above the Canyon when they did pass over. Yet, the quiet slashes of helicopter blades soon grew into the unmistakable growl of the overclocked turboshaft of a Flyfish DR-56K Exocoetidae; Marie found herself staring upwards at the glistening airframe of the personal helicopter owned by Pearl Houzuki, coming to a hover over Tentakeel Outpost and setting itself downwards on the dusty ground. This time, the helicopter had shed the steel platform suspended underneath it. The door slid open, and a pink Inkling bounced right out, quickly turning back towards the cockpit and giving an enthusiastic wave and a massive grin,

"I've always wanted to ride one of these!" Callie exclaimed, "thank youuu!"

"Callie." Marie almost yelled over the engines, had it not been for being almost a meter in front of Callie, "What. Is this?"

"Oh! Yeah!" Callie pivoted back towards her cousin, "Well! I called in a favour from a while back! Remember when we had to entertain the crowds at Goby whilst Off the Hook had to take care of some technical issues?!"

"Yeah. So, what is all this then?"

"Oh! I just really wanted to ride one of these things!" Callie turned back to the passenger cabin, seeing one of the pilots amble his way towards one of the cargo compartments, "Also, I thought about our fridge! So I figured!"

Marie, wordlessly, glanced from Callie back to the helicopter, then back at Callie, then back to the helicopter, where she saw the pilot wheel out a large cube wrapped in several layers of frosted plastic wrapping and padded with expanded polystyrene on top of a two wheeled hand truck. He set it down next to the cabin before turning back to the helicopter. Callie gave the pilot a fist bump and he clambered back into the front. Soon the entire floating island was once again engulfed in the deafening roar of the modified engines of the tandem rotor helicopter as it lifted itself off of the ground and made it's way back into civilian airspace. Marie could only afford another ten seconds of staring from the shrinking helicopter to Callie before she spoke up,

"Callie, what the fuck. What the fuck!"

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Milk Run

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