When Octolings, a species previously thought extinct, begin causing trouble on the surface, only Splattershot Sundae and mysterious people called agents 1, 2, and 3 can stop them. Can they force them back before they ruin splatfest?
Direct sequel to...
Toda awoke slowly, his limbs felt light and... strange, like they were hardly even there, and as he opened his eyes... he had to blink a few times to take in his surroundings.
He was standing, in what seemed to be a moving elevator...
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Wait... red? Was this red? What!? It felt red, he didn't even know what red looked like, and yet... here it was, right before his eyes...
The elevator came to a stop, and the doors slid open.
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There were people at the tables, supposedly talking, but they too were blurry and didn't actually move much. There was only one table which wasn't effected by this lack of detail, a booth by the window.
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Simon.
The music in the restaurant began to pick up.
"-beside the green green grass. Swing swing~ (Swing swing~)"
Toda stood in the doorway of the elevator, still trying to wrap his head around all of this. There was so much... color. Why? This didn't make any sense, what was he doing here? What were they doing here? He hesitated, then began to walk toward Simon, the restaurant around him slowly grew still and began to dull in color. As he drew near to Simon's table, the music dropped sharply in pitch and slowed down.
"-You'll weeearrr thooosssee shooeeess aannddd I'lllll wear that dreesssss~ Ooooohhhhhhhh~"
They spun toward him, a look of terror on their face.
