Sweet Dreams | Splatoon

Chapter One - Restless Night

An octopus, unaware that dawn will bring capture,
Rests within a trap, dreaming fleeting dreams...
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Agent 8's POV

I shot up. I realised that I was hyperventilating and covered in sweat. I had another horrible nightmare, my nightmares have been getting worse every night and at this point it was unbearable.

I curled into a ball and whimpered, I let a few tears fall down my cheeks. My nightmares are absolutely terrifying, I don't think I can go back to sleep after that.

I quickly composed myself and looked over at Three, she was still asleep, good. I pulled out my phone and checked the time, it was 3:08. I groaned. I'm going to be awake for a while, I should write more poems about my mem cake collection to pass the time.

I carefully got out of the bed Three and I shared so I wouldn't disturb her and walked over to my ink tank. I pressed a button on the bottom then a compartment opened up, all of the mem cakes I collected from the metro were in it. I grabbed them and got my notebook and pencil out of my drawer then headed into the living room. I plopped down on the couch and looked for a mem cake to write about.

I found one that reminded me of Three, it was an inkling girl with long green tentacles, blue eyes and pale skin. I stared at it for a moment and smiled. I could feel my face heating up, my cheeks were now covered in a light magenta. I stopped staring after a few minutes and opened my notebook.

I covered the pages in discarded poems, none of them seemed right. After about half an hour I finally came up with one that sounded decent.

You saved me and showed me the light,
Words cannot describe how I feel,
Now I will not give up the fight.

I smiled, proud of my work. I started working on another mem cake poem.

XXX

After writing a few more poems I checked the time, it was now 5:00. Pearl and Marina should be doing the news by now. I turned the TV on, and soon enough, the Off The Hook intro began playing, just in time. I heard loud cheers coming from outside, louder than usual.

Pearl and Marina appeared on the stage they use to perform on for splatfests. Oh! Splatfest! I totally forgot. I waited for them to announce the theme. It was neon vs pastel, a pretty decent Splatfest. I'm definitely going to be on team pastel.

Once the news finished Colour Pulse started playing, rather loudly too. Loud enough to wake Three up. She walked into the living room and yawned.

"I can't believe we forgot about Splatfest," she grumbled. She then looked at me worriedly. "How long have you been up?"

"Not that long, actually. I just woke up a little before you did," I lied.

She knew about my nightmares and helped me calm down when I accidentally woke her up a few times, I don't want her to worry about me.

Three rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "You're a horrible liar, you know."

I sighed. "Okay, okay, I've been up for a couple hours."

"Eight!" she exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't get back to sleep. That one was really bad."

"You could've woken me up, I'd be happy to help calm you down." She walked over to the couch and sat next to me.

"I know, it's just that I don't want you to worry about me. You've already done so much for me," I told her.

"Do you want to talk about it? You don't have to if you don't want to," she reassured me.

"My nightmare was about me, but it wasn't me at the same time." I felt a tear fall down my cheek. "I-I was going to join the army but I was attacked by a sanitised Octoling a-and she..." I paused, my breathing sped up. "S-sanitised me," I continued and started crying.

Three pulled me into a hug, she stroked my tentacles softly.

"I-It looked so real. I-I'm scared, Three," I choked out through sobs.

"Shhh, it's okay, you're safe now," Three said in her softest voice, trying her best to comfort me.

I started to calm down, she wiped my tears away and gave me a soft kiss.

"T-thank you, Three." I smiled a little. She smiled back.

"How about I make us some breakfast and then we can go to the square to participate in the Splatfest, sound good?" she asked, walking into the kitchen.

"Yeah." I smiled softly.

Hopefully this will distract me from my thoughts.