A tale of two worlds || splatoon 2 fanfiction ||

||Chapter 1|| sanitized soldiers

Mem cake #1:

At last we meet, my so called foe,

But is our fate to spray this hate?

Perhaps we'll learn in the depths below...

"The Sector Bay, numbers 9e, 3j, 1a, and 0u, come to the spawn room immediately to start the station test in promptly 90 seconds. Thank you"

The scratchy, broken down announcer had called out to no one, the sounds of machinery and steam pipes was clear. In a facility room, fourteen cryogenic-chambers gleamed with green ooze whirled and stirred, but only five had been drained to show the sanitized soldiers, unconscious. But then, one by one, they slowly woke up, and slide the doors open like a cylindrical shower. One of them, named 0u, was deformed, to say the least. 

Their body had splotches of faded brown color instead of sickly green, and one eye had a dark purple sclera with blue-turquoise iris, the other being default no-pupil white. However, they acted just the same as all the rest, and all the rest had no intention to point it out.

They walked in a straight line, no bumps or twitches. It seemed as if the place looked abandoned, as there was no employees or wanderers in sight. All octolings swiftly made it to the out side of the room, each stopping at the doorframe to have a large machine place a chip into their ear. Walking in, you could see five stations of clothing. They silently put on the leather tops, shorts, boots, and metal chest plates on. They equipped their weapons and detached the ink limiters before the minute mark. Each stood in a circle, waiting for something, or someone. Then, a crackle was heard

"In thirty seconds, you will be transported to 'far out station'. Your enemy is an octoling, age 14. Splattershot is the weapon of choice. Don't disappoint us, or you will be severely punished. Good luck"

After the crackling fading, the launchpad glowed into existence. The first one to jump in was 0e, followed by 9e, 3j, and 1a.

[agent_10,003.chr has been successfully added to the storyline]

[agent_10,003.chr has been successfully added to {key characters}]

"Take care out there" c.q camber said as I walked passed him.

"I'll make sure of it. Pass this first test.. got it" 10,003 muttered to themselves. 

With a quick flip of their card, they burst into the stage. Scrambling back on their feet, they were a bit confused as to what to do, as no one was there to guide them. Suddenly, a flicker of light came from their ear.

"Can you hear me well? Every subject has a chip installed to communicate Incase you get lost. This place may be cruel, but I try my best to guide the test subjects along the way."

"Aw, gee, thanks c.q! Uh, what exactly do I do here?"

He explained how to kill the enemies in order for the gates to the next room to open up. 10,003 was a bit shaken up, but with the first octoling down, they knew it would be a piece of cake from there. The doors slid open with loud creaking, and agent 10,003 got a rush of adrenaline.

They started spraying ink like it was the plague, and when the sanitized soldier appeared, they swam behind and swatted them like a fly. But not enough damage was dealt, so the enemy, 1a, quickly rolled around to seal the blow. However, no one was there. She looked around, but it was no use. For half a minute, it was almost silent, besides her other teammate inking turf.

"Test subject 10,003 lost, send in backu-"

"So long, sucker!" Agent 10,003 called from the spawn tower. With that, the roller was cut off, and cornered. They started flinging paint, but they got hit too much, so they glitched before getting erased entirely. A beep came from the brella enemy's chip, then a message: