Better Times || A Splatoon Story

Day XIV Hour 10

The sun lights up my room, causing me to wake up. Today felt nice and relaxing, unfortunately it was still a school day. Grandpa comes into my room. "You don't have school today, but someone would like to visit you," Grandpa whispers. I look over at him, he was wearing his original squid sister robe we gave him for free. I groaned, getting out of bed. I walk downstairs and Sayuri was in my living Room. "M-Marie..!" Sayuri stutters. "Uh, hi Sayuri..." I as well stuttered back. I sit down on the couch and stared at my lap. "I... I made you food. To apologize," Sayuri gives me a wrapped up bento. "Apology for what?" I ask. "Running away from you... yesterday..." Sayuri replies. "Well you didn't need to-" "I wanted to." Sayuri interrupts me. "Well... it's rude not to accept, thank you..." i finally made eye contact with her. "Why did he do it?" I angrily ask. "I thought you didn't go to the school..." Sayuri looked away. "I wasn't at the school, but I know your twin's psychotic boyfriend did it so why did he do it?" I repeated. Sayuri was frozen there for a brief moment, "He lost his mind... me and Deji tried stopping him, honest. He wouldn't listen to us, he even slapped Deji..." Sayuri looked ashamed.

"You see, Koro was born with mental issues. Anger problems. He's been seeing a doctor his whole life and he's on pills too. They've been helping him, his anger management specialist worked with him so well he didn't blow up for 7 years... after you left him on the ground because you kicked his eleventh tentacle, that rage got the best of him. Gosh, wonder what his specialist would think," Sayuri explains. "So... I broke him..." my hands shook. "Yeah, didn't know he would actually shoot all of those innocent people, first time he said mentioned it I thought he was messing around..." Sayuri sighs. An upsetting feeling turned everything upside down, my head was spinning out of control. "M-Marie? You okay?" She gets me back to my senses. "What?" I question. "Marie you idiot are you okay." Sayuri rolls her eyes. "Yeah... do I look sick?" "Kinda, you turned pale," Sayuri stops worrying.

"Oh that reminds me, the choir teacher want me to tell you to sing for a memorial they are making for the shooting." "Tell him I'll do it, I feel bad enough about everyone's death," I simper to myself. "Alright Im gonna go now..." Sayuri was packing up her things. "Hey Sayuri," I call her. "Hmm?" "I'm impressed, by your singing and piano skills. Didn't know you were that good," I compliment. "Oh r-really? I mean... that's my worst why would you say that?" Sayuri stutters nervously. "Then if that is your worse, make a better performance and show me," I challenge, "Ok I will," Sayuri smirks. She leaves my house, the wrapped bento was in my lap.

I unfold the cloth around the bento and there were homemade squid shaped rice balls. Gotta give her credit for art, but I still need to eat it. Before I took a bite, there was a weird feeling in my stomach, something bad might happen. I hesitated for a minute, but plopped into my mouth anyway. The taste was like tiny dancers waltzing onto my tongue, she made the right amounts that I wanted to eat more. If there was a contest of eating all of these rice balls I could win. I guess these rice balls are good for breakfast. I let my back fall backwards on the couch, staring at the blank ceiling. Everything was stressful yesterday, can't believe I lived through that. I felt my eyes dropping close, my body getting into relaxation. Before I could pass out on the couch, my phone buzzed like crazy, the hospital was calling. I hurry and picked up, getting ready to leave. "Miss Squidbeak, there's something we need to tell you..." The doctor informs.

"Just come-... qu...ly..." the phone was cracking up, and I was hurting the fastest I can. I didn't feel my legs when I stood up, causing me to fall. It was a struggle to get up, my arms were moving either. My heavy lids close, goodnight.

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Okay, so this is part one of the spam Im gonna do, sorry that I didn't publish all of the spam... YET.
Ooo, I feel kinda jittery, shooken when I wrote this chapter.....
Stay Shella Fresh!
(Branding Shella Fresh kicks I guess...)

~Marie