Azazel: Holy crap, everybody! I'm Azazel, and I'm telling you; if you're not reading Into the Light, you're gonna turn into a Darkling! Don't be a pain in someone's ink sac when you could be playing with booyah power! Tune in for the wildest adventures on Wattpad! Join me, the Squid Sisters, Off the Hook, Deep Cut, and some other peeps! We're gonna kick some Darkling ass! Booyah!
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Azazel's POV
November 24th, 2022 ME
It had been two weeks since the Miyagawa Incident, where I had found myself ensnared by Dark Squid. By a stroke of luck and the heroic intervention of the New Squidbeak Splatoon, along with a few unexpected allies I had encountered during my ordeal, I managed to escape from his clutches. And yet, the world around us had undergone a staggering transformation.
In those two short weeks, a catastrophic outbreak swept through the vibrant and bustling cities of Inkopolis and Splatsville, wreaking havoc everywhere it spread. An overwhelming sense of dread and chaos had replaced the familiar sounds of laughter and playful splatting. Countless Inklings and Octarians succumbed to a gruesome outbreak, morphing into mindless zombies that roamed the streets in search of their next victim. The origins of this terrifying illness remained shrouded in mystery; whispers in hushed tones circulated about how it began, but no one could identify Patient Zero or pinpoint the source of this existential threat. All we understood was the pressing urgency of our situation — time was running out, and we had to find a solution to stop the infection before it spiraled out of control and engulfed the entire world.
As afternoon sunlight filtered through the grimy skies of Splatsville, I stood alone in the deserted streets, cloaked in my Hero Suit. Clad in sleek armor that provided both protection and agility, I wielded my Plasma Shot and sported a high-capacity ink tank strapped securely to my back. I was ready for whatever horrors awaited me.
Two zombies had spotted me and were running to turn me into another mindless abomination. Acting quickly, I fired my Plasma Shot at them and splatted them, leaving only two puddles of glowing purple ink behind.
Azazel: Just how did this nightmare come to be? I never imagined I'd be caught up in a damn zombie apocalypse and shit.
Each step I took echoed eerily on the cracked pavement as I wandered past abandoned storefronts and overturned crates, the remnants of a once-thriving community.
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Intro:
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As I wandered the dimly lit streets of Splatsville, an eerie silence enveloped the deserted alleyways, punctuated only by the distant groans of zombies. With each splat, I felt a surge of adrenaline, knowing I had to stay sharp and vigilant. It was in this tense atmosphere that I spotted a flicker of movement up ahead--a group of survivors huddled together, their weapons raised in a defensive stance against the encroaching horde.
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FanfictionWhat would you do when you have nearly lost your family, your home...everything that you had cherished? You take matters into your own hands and deliver the hand of vengeance on your enemies who dare to threaten everyone's future. Once more, a story...
