Inked Over Secrets: a Splatoon 2 Fanfiction

5: An Interesting Companion

Stinger and Artemis looked around from the kettle they just came in from.
"Octarians... everywhere!" Stinger exclaimed.
"Well, at least they're not Sanitized. I might be able to reason with them." Arty answered. Before Stinger could stop her, she walked up to the nearest Octarians and began speaking in a rapid, unfamiliar language. The Octarian nodded its head and spoke back. With a wave of its tentacle, it went back to its position.
Arty walked back to a slack-mouthed Stinger. "How the heck did you do that?"
Arty's face darkened. "When I was a soldier in the Octarian army, we had to learn Octlish in order to understand other troops."
"Ah."
The two trudged on, looking for any splatters of glowing green goo. Eventually, they were at the last stretch. Arty walked up to it, as she did with the others, and spoke Octlish to it. It's eyes stared back, seeming to not comprehend. It's turquoise eyes.
In a flash, Stinger knew what was going to happen. "Arty, get back!" Was all the warning she got before he came barreling into her, knocking her to the side as the Octarian shot a burst of green goo where Arty just was. Before their eyes, it shed its fuchsia coloring and melted into a slimy green Sanitized Octarian.
"Well, we found the remains of Tartar." A breathless Stinger remarked.
Arty didn't respond, as she was already running for cover and charging her Scoped E-liter as she was. Before she took aim, the Octarian bellowed, and at least 30 Sanitized Octarians and Octolings emerged from the fuchsia ink.
Throw a bomb roll into it, and do a crisscross slash! Coach May was at it again.
Stinger lobbed a bomb. As soon as it hit the ground, he rolled towards it and swung his Brush in an X shape, talking out the three Octarians in front of him while the bomb exploded and covered his back.
From there, a full-on battle sprung. Stinger slashed and whirled with his Brush, so mush so the eye was tricked into thinking he was a tornado of blue ink. Arty took out Octarian after Octarian with her E-liter.
But even then they could not overpower the army. The hits eventually caught up with Stinger and he froze up for a second. And a second was all the Octoling needed.
She slammed her Roller against Stinger, and he fell to the ground, moaning. Arty lined up a shot and fired, but the pressure was too much for her to take and she missed. In desperation, she ran from her cover and blocked the roller with her metal weapon. The force behind it, however, tripped her up, and the two were soon surrounded by Octarians.
"We'll see each other again in the afterlife, Arty." Stinger said mournfully. Words caught in Arty's mouth, but she wasn't afraid.
She was shocked.
Ink pellets began raining down on the Octarian army. In seconds, all but the Octoling was down. She raised her Roller, intent on finishing her job, only to be intercepted as a figure leapt from a high post and knocked her out with a swing from his weapon. The Octoling fell, out cold.
"Well, if nothing else, it's a heavy bat," The figure muttered, before turning to the shellshocked duo and introducing himself. "Yo. I'm Agent 7 of the Squidbeak Splatoon, blah blah blah, let's get out of here, Stinger and Arty."
Stinger's response was: "How do you know our names?"
Agent 7 sighed. "That old geezer you talked to earlier is my captain."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Now let's get out of here before more Soap Baddies come in."
"Soap?"
"Sanitized, soap, what's the dif? Let's go."

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Later, the three were in the Cuttlefish Cabin, eating Salmonid Tacos and Crabby Cakes.
"So, what brings you to Octo Valley?"
Seven said, munching on his fifth Salmonid Taco.
"Following a lead. On the killer of my family." Arty replied, as Stinger was too busy stuffing his face.
"Ah. That's serious. Who was it?"
"Tartar."
"Well, Tartar's not the only menace around. There's a rumor going around the Octarians that there's a group of people around here called the Telepathinks."
Telepathinks? May seemed interested in this, so Stinger asked for him. "What's a Telepathink?"
"Apparently, they're Inklings and Octolings that can bend ink to their advantage, making it solidify, change color, or turn into a projectile. Some rumors say they can even teleport through ink of their color."
"Psshhh, a bunch of lies, I'd bet." Stinger remarked.
You'd be surprised...
"What was that?"
Nothing.
"Y'know, you're really getting on my nerves with these half-comments."
What are you gonna do? I'm inside your head.
Stinger smirked. "This." He concentrated on putting May in a box, then sealed the top shut with tape.
"What are you smirking at, Stinger?"
His grin got wider. "Oh, just the fact that duct tape fixes everything."

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And another chapter done. I almost didn't write today, 'cause earlier I was going through Writer's Block, but yay I did.
I was at a friend's house and I did a few things...

This I did myself in like 3 minutes...

And this. This was C. Q. Cumber with his famous motto.

This says "Fortnite Sucks," and was done with my two friends BurntBiscuts and mewowuhgghs. You can go check them out on Amino if you want to. On mewowuhgghs, you might find these pics.
And that's all for now! Bye!