Better Times || A Splatoon Story

Day XII Hour 17

Grandpa brought home hamburgers, with a greasy bucket of fries. He said that they "ran out" of other things at the fast food place. I guess a hamburger with greasy fries won't hurt for the night. My stomach is weird with food, it can't stand burgers. But I wouldn't want to starve either, Ive done it before for 5 nights when I was younger. I got really sick, Callie was the only who cared and took care of me. Honestly I will eat anything right now. I unwrapped the paper and saw a very juicy and thick burger. I used some of the paper, the bun too was really greasy. I slowly inched the burger to my mouth, I started to hesitate. I hurried and took a bite.  All of the flavor of the burger started dancing in my mouth. It was a happy taste, it reminds me when I last ate a burger, so long ago. The last time I ate one is when me, Callie, and Grandpa went camping really far away from Inkopolis. We went to my home town before I moved to Inkquelious, Calamari Country. I guess mother and uncle grew up here too. Calamari Country was best known for their forests, and Grandpa had his old cabin there. I thought it was going to be small, but when we got there it was really huge. It was like the cabin would of been stole a piece of a mansion and placed in the woods.

The cabin had three different rooms. Kitchen/living room, bathroom, Grandpa's room, and the kid's room. Of course, me and Callie slept in the kids room. It had a long day bed, right next to the big window that showed the greenest trees I've ever seen. Kind of by the middle there was a queen sized bed. Very corner was a closet me and Callie put our own clothes in. Everyday when we had nothing to do, me and Callie would stay in our room. I was really into drawing, more than I am now. I would always sketch something, and Callie sat on the day bed. She would look out the window, smiling.

One day it was pouring rain, and it's not safe for little inklings like us to go in the rain, especially because rain is water. As usual, I would be on the bed. I remembered, I was drawing what maybe a human looks like. We kind of evolved like them, but that's all I drew. "Marie, isn't the rain... fascinating?" Callie would ask, but I didn't pay attention. I still drew what a human would look like, what would they have that we don't? Callie sighs, looking back at the rain, I answer late, "Humans could tolerate rain, why can't we...?" Callie gets up and walks towards the bed, watching me sketch the human. She all of a sudden snatched my sketch book away from me, holding it in her fragile hands. "Marie...?" Callie whispers. "What is it Callie?" I said very annoyed, I wanted it back but I didn't fight for it. "Don't you ever... want to go to the past?" Callie looks at me with a straight face. "To see humans?" I tilt my head like a dog. "Sure, but more than just that," Callie shrugs. "I guess... not really. I hate the past," I thrust to my sketch book and took it back.

"Well... I liked it, before... you know... I wish I can go back to the good old days," Callie kind of trailed off. "Yeah... well, I don't want to go back to any day in the past," I growled a tiny bit. "You're the type that seeks future, Yes?" Callie sat on my bed. "Eh, kinda... actually, yeah," I shrug. "Well, without the past, there is no future," Callie tells me. "IM HOME SQUIDOS! AND WITH SOME BURGERS!" Grandpa called for us. We got up and darted for the kitchen. Grandpa set down the burgers on a plate and handed us one both. Then, I wasn't afraid of burgers, it was good when it lasted. Unfortunately, it didn't last long. It really upset my stomach, so much I rushed to the bathroom and threw it all up. Burgers were ruined for me. But for Callie, she's obsessed with them. I only thought the memory happy, because... we were happy.

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"Doesn't that suck? You could never go back now?" A random voice in my head said. It sounded so much like Callie. "Without your past, you'll never have a future..." it whispers in a taunty tone. That voice, sounded like mother. My body shook, I set down the burger. I didn't feel sick, but I know I'm losing all control. I held my temples, resting my forehead on the counter. The tears flood out of my eyes, no... not tears. Black squid ink, spurting everywhere. My eyes, I know they turned black. It was uncontrollable. I got up, "excuse me, Grandpa." I ran up to my room, slamming the door behind me. I backed into a corner. Trying to take deep breaths. It started to work, there was no more black squid ink coming out my eyes.  I looked in the mirror. I was, only imagining. I was crying real tears, not black squid ink. My eyes only dilated just a little. I hate this... hallucinations.