The Legacy Of Humanity - A Splatoon Fanfiction

2.7 The Fateful Splatfest

It was getting dark, and the squid sisters had returned to the studio to prepare for the splatfest concert. Levin, Shara, Kirk, and Neptune, were currently fighting it out for their respective teams. The theme for this splatfest was, coincidentally, Callie vs Marie. Levin and Neptune were on team Marie, while Shara and Kirk fought for Callie.

Drake was standing towards the back of the plaza to avoid drawing attention to himself. He waved Otome over, who had just returned from trading the replica for her octoshot. "I'm guessing you don't know anything about this either," he said.

"Are you joking? The Octarians never have any big events. Hell, we're lucky just to get our annual festival," Otome responded. They looked around and spotted the squid sisters approaching them. They were wearing their stage outfits, which was a first for both Drake and Otome, who had only seen their squidbeak outfits and casual clothes. The dresses they wore were similar to their day clothes, but much more flashy.

"Well maybe they can finally explain-" Drake suddenly stopped, and became lost in thought. 'Wait, the voices on the radio, the girls I saw singing while I was on the roof... was it them all along? Was that why I felt Callie was familiar?' The nagging feeling Drake felt back in Cuttlefish's shack now started to make sense.

"Drake? Something wrong?" Callie asked him with a look of concern.

Drake shook his head, and decided to put the issue on hold. "No, it's nothing," he responded.

"So, are you going to tell us what this splatfest is about yet?" Asked Otome, with an impatient tone.

"I guess it's time we give you and overview," Marie responded. "It's a celebration of the turf wars. Each player picks a team based on a theme, and they go splatting all night, while we provide a concert."

"Oh, so a celebration of your little victory a hundred years ago!" Otome snapped.

"N-no nothing like that!" Callie responded. "I-mean, it probably started that way, but nobody thinks about things like that! It's just about having fun."

Marie thought for a bit, and spoke up again. "Maybe if we get you into the feel of it, you will understand better. Follow us, and we'll get you two put on a team." As the squid sisters started moving towards the front of the plaza, Drake turned to Otome.

"You know, you shouldn't be so hard on them. Callie is a good girl, and she wants to be your friend. I think Marie does too, though she probably won't admit it."

Otome turned away, and wore a pained expression. "I know that. I know, but it's not that simple. My people have been living underground for a century now, and things just keep getting worse for us. It's not easy to just throw all that away when your people are slowly rotting and dying out." Otome glanced over to where the squid sisters were, who were waving at them. "Look, just give me some time, alright?" Drake nodded in response.

"Funny how you can get along with a dead race, but not with your neighbors."

"Smart ass," Otome responded. The two headed over to where Callie and Marie were, and looked at the machine they were standing by. It looked like a voting box, and had a picture of the two on each side with a button under each one.

"So, uh, the theme this time... is us," Callie said with a red face. Marie, who was also embarrassed, picked up for her cousin.

"The fans have been asking for this for a while now. After we had this stupid argument on camera, the producer thought it would be a good time to have the fans battle it out to decide who the popular one was." Marie composed herself, and looked towards Otome. "You're already in the system, and I took the liberty of creating a profile for Drake. Just pick who ever you like best, and hit one of those buttons." Drake and Otome glanced at each other, and both hit the button for Callie. "Oh, come on!" Marie said, with a slightly annoyed tone. "Why both of you?"