The troubles of knowing yourself

Let's go gamers

The two agents tapped frantically at their controllers. Their characters jabbed at each other on the screen, a jellyfish and an urchin dressed in weird clothes.

Eight made a face of Extreme Concentration as her character, the green jellyfish, extended his arm outwards to try and grab Four's urchin.

Four made the urchin jump over the attempted grab, smirking as he flipped upside down to swipe at him with his spiky head. The jelly's health went down a sizable chunk.

"Nooo! Stop that!!" Eight cried as she made her jelly fling his arm upwards and deliver an electric shock to the attacker.

Four pressed some more buttons, and her urchin assumed a defensive stance. She let out an almost anime-esc laugh. "You think you can defeat me?! I rule this land!" Her urchin started flashing, and spikes flew out of him in an explosion of dark colors.

About three of them hit Eight's character, and the jelly's health was swiftly brought down to nothing. Eight aggressively set the controller on the ground. "That attack does too much damage and you're a cheater." She retorted.

Four snickered. "It's powerful, sure, but it also takes a good chunk of my health to use. See?" She pointed at the screen, noting the recoil the urchin took. "It's only good as a finishing blow, when you've already been weakened by my other attacks. Otherwise I'll knock myself out, or at least down enough that you can finish me off easy. And that's assuming I don't miss. I still get the recoil even if I miss."

Eight paused at that, taking in the information in case they had a rematch. "You seem to know a lot about video games, Four."

Four shrugged. "Everyone's got a hobby, I guess."

The Octoling smiled. "I guess so. Mine's writing poetry, but I think I'm warming up to video games to."

The Inkling's eyes twinkled with awe. "No way, for real?! That's sick, dude! I can't rhyme to save my life."

Eight paused, then smirked. "A funny Inkling is the Four. Pink tentacles sway as she gloats; hanging with her is not a bore." She said as she counted syllables on her fingers.

Four put her hands on the sides of her face, a strange mix of terrified and amazed. "Whaaaaaat no waaaaay how did you do that so fast!!! You're a genius!!!"

Eight laughed in embarrassment. "Wha, no, it's not that good. I can do better if I have time to think..." she thought about it for a moment. "You know actually, that one was better than the one I came up with for you earlier..." She mumbled to herself.

Four grinned like a maniac. "Seriously dude, don't take down about yourself! You've got mad skills!" She clapped her on the shoulder. "You gotta teach me that sometime!"

Eight gave a small smile, a look almost hinting at mischief. "If you beat me next round maybe."

An evil look dawned on the other's face. "You think you can beat me just because I revealed my secret move? You've got guts, Eight! I'll take you on!" She pressed some more buttons, and they entered another fight.

The conversation continued as their characters clashed once more. "You still haven't taught us your language yet, actually. I'd rather learn that before I learn to become a master poet like you." Four commented as she executed an air-dodge.

Eight's jellyfish squished down to duck under a kick from the urchin. "You and Three? I want to teach you soon, you guys can come over whenever you like, I'm just...I don't know if I'm the best teacher...Marina can help, I suppose."

Her jelly ensnared the urchin in a long-limbed grab before suplexing him. The urchin rolled away after recovering. "You talk yourself out of things a lot."