{Nathan's POV}
"Why are we here at 7:30 in the morning?" I groggily asked. Isabelle replied, "So we can get that next Zapfish early and be ahead of the game. There are turf wars available to us today if we finish early!" I sighed. "Is this the correct kettle, Cap'n?" Cap'n nodded. "Now go in there and get that Zapfish!""It's freezing here! You'd think the Octarians would hide the Zapfish somewhere a bit warmer, at least!" Isabelle whined. I had to agree. It was pretty cold. Before I knew it, there was a buzzing noise creeping up behind me. "Behind you!" Isabelle yelled. Behind me was a small, jittery creature. I shot it before it could do anything. "Okay. Sneak attacks. Perfect way to start the morning." I huffed. Orlaith's voice yelled, "GET DOWN! STAY LOW!" Before I knew what she was babbling about, a stream of magenta ink came seemingly out of nowhere. I turned into a squid and swam behind a wall. "What the heck was that?!" Isabelle whispered. Orlaith replied, "That was an Octosniper. Their attacks are extremely powerful. Try to stay out of their sights. If they see you, run!" Isabelle whispered, "Roger that!" I looked over at the Octosniper. " I have an idea. I use a seeker to create a line of ink and to distract the enemy. You swim up in that thin trail. I'll continue to distract him, and you sneak up behind him and shoot!" Isabelle replied, "I never thought that you would come up with battle strategy outside of turf wars. Let's do it!" I placed a seeker on the ground and activated it, going toward the Octosniper and leaving a thin trail of ink. Isabelle swam through it and I threw a burst bomb over the edge. "Isabelle! Shoot him now!" I yelled. She shot him in the back, and he burst into ink. "Nice job! ...To be honest, I didn't think that it would work..." I said. Isabelle grinned. "When does any one of your plans fail on us? Uh, NEVER."
{Isabelle's POV}
"Hey, look! There's the Zapfish!" I shouted. The Zapfish was sitting out in the open, with no enemies to be seen. "Is this their ace in the hole? NOTHING? Laaaaame!" Nathan replied. As I ran up to grab the Zapfish, two figures fell from the sky and landed right in front of me. Upon closer inspection, they were both Octolings. One of them had metallic gold tentacles, the other with bronze. They both had pieces of seaweed decorating their heads. "We can't let you have this!" The gold one chimed. The bronze one said, "Nope!" Orlaith yelled, "Hey! I know those girls! They're Nami's partners!" The gold one smugly replied, "I recognize that voice. It's that loser Orlaith!" "Nggghh..." Orlaith moaned. "I hate these girls. Do me a favor and whoop their butts for me." I turned towards the two grinning Octolings. "So we can't have that, eh? Well, if we can't have it, Nobody can!" I yelled as I ran towards them. "I don't think so!" The gold one cheered as she threw a bomb at me. "Whoa! Hey there! Explosions=Not very good!" I yelled. I tried to run back, but my foot was caught in the ink. The gold one walked up to me with a devious smile. "Nice try, kiddo. Say goodnight." Nathan tapped her shoulder and whispered, "Hey. You know that thing you did with the bombs? Yeah, I can do that too." He quickly swam away as the gold one turned around to see a bomb at her feet. "KYAAAAAA!" She shrieked as she combusted into ink. The bronze girl's devilish grin faded into a scowl. "That's it! No more playing nice!" She leaped over Nathan and pushed him into a pool of magenta ink. "Now, be good children and go back to where you came from!" She giggled. "NOT SO FAST, OCTOJERK!" I yelled as I threw a burst bomb at her. It flew over her head. "You missed-" Another burst bomb hit her right in the face. "EEEEK!" She cried as she combusted into ink. "Works every time," I said as a smug grin crept across my face. I helped Nathan up and grabbed the Zapfish. "And we still have time for turf wars!"
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{ Splatoon } My Colorful Life
FanfictionIsabelle was a (semi) normal Inkling hoping for a simple life, consisting of hanging out with friends, a few turf wars here and there and much more. But life becomes less than perfect when all of a sudden, things aren't so normal anymore.