Inkblot [A Splatoon2 Fanfic]

Chapter Thirty-Three

Something went wrong. Átta couldn't put her finger on it, but she just knew something was wrong.

After causing mass panic in the hospital, something told Átta to go underground and make her way through the sewer system to Inkblot Art Academy. Scared and confused, she listened. Waiting for her was a dark, broken down laboratory with black ink coming from all the walls.

   'It's warm here...' Átta thought to herself, absentmindedly going down a corridor toward a strange sound. It slowly got louder as she progressed—it added onto her growing headache.

   'It feels safe here...'

   Átta entered a large room where she heard the murmur of multiple, pained voices. A little further ahead, she heard one voice crying out to her.

"Agent 8...! Agent... 8...!"

Átta remembered that name. She looked toward where the voice was coming from and saw a very pretty Inkling sitting with her arms tied. Her hands and feet were all covered in black ink and tears were falling down her face.

"Can you hear me?! Agent 8, look at me!" She cried.

"...?" Átta tilted her head.

"No... do you remember me?! It's me, Marie! Remember me and Callie?! Pearl and Marina?! Your little brother, Hachi—!"

Whatever was tied around her arms shot forward and wrapped around her mouth, silencing her.

"Enough of her whining..." Átta's gaze fell on the large glass container before her. "My, aren't you a pretty lil' thing~ having one of Inkopolis's most formidable agents as a pet is like a dream come true~!"

Átta stared at Zero quietly as her thoughts became scrambled. She was forgetting something important...

   "What's your name, sweetheart~?"

   "Ah..." Something came back. "My name... is... Áttaria Ida..."

   The black from the ink finally consumed her. She screamed for a minute. Then calmed down, now with a black stare in her five eyes. Zero grinned at the sight and laughed. Marie stared in horror.

   "Áttaria Ida~ what a lovely name for a lovely solider~"

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   Tres always liked going to the supermarket at night—mostly empty, no longs lines, peace and quiet.

   As he pushed the cart around, Hachi sat in the basket humming to himself, stopping occasionally to tell Tres what to put in the basket.

   "You're picking a whole lotta sugary stuff." Tres remarked. "I thought we agreed you were gonna start eating healthier~"

   "I will! Tomorrow!"

   "Alright. How about if you finish your fried shrimp and salad tonight, you can have any one of your desserts, deal?"

  "Two desserts!" Hachi retorted.

   "Ok, ok."

   Tres stopped pushing the cart for a second to get a pack of water bottles. With the Inkblot creating a somewhat apocalypse people were starting to buy up all they could before locking themselves indoors. People from the city have been here before to buy a lot of food and water. Tres figured he'd get some now before it was gone.

   "Hey, Traci...?"

   "Yes, sweetie?" Tres put the water under the basket before taking the handle again.