Rainbow Lights [A Splatoon Manga Fanfiction 🌈]

Falling

"I've fallen out of favour and I've fallen from grace, fallen out of trees and I've fallen on my face." ~ Falling, Florence and the Machine.

Goggles had fallen from a tree and landed flat on his face. However, unlike you'd expect, he had fallen 40 feet below the forest floor and onto a cold stone floor. Rider, being the only other inkling there, gave a loud and rather frustrated "Humph,", before leaning over the pit that Goggles had caused by hitting the ground with such force, it had collapsed beneath him. From there, it was evident that there was no way up no matter what they did. Rider reckoned that even the strongest, largest gusher could catapult the pair up to the top of the pit, and so they were left with one possible means of escape: the foreboding tunnel leading into the darkness. And so, the pair marched into the tunnel at a speed that they would most definitely not be able to keep up. Rider had predicted adventure, for he was with Goggles, but he had never expected one like this.

As the tunnel got darker and darker, Rider noticed something. You see, he had first thought that something was strange when Goggles pulled his goggles down over his face- which was startling, to say the least. Rider, blunt as always, decided to point out that wearing the Goggles on his face was:

A) Pointless, and
B) Did not suit him whatsoever.

This was met with a semi-cryptic "Wait for it Rider!" and a dazzling grin. Not that Rider thought it was dazzling. Not at all. Definitely not.

Anyway, returning to my point, after it had gotten so dark, The cave became suddenly illuminated- Goggles' goggles were lit up through the lenses, shining a light on the previously invisible walls, and adding literal 'dazzling' to Goggles' already figuratively 'dazzling' smile. The blue light illuminated scriptures, arrows and various dishes, annotated in languages long forgotten. Even Roder, who had some small, self-taught, knowledge of the ancient human tongue "English" was struggling to translate the great majority of the texts. Even the diagrams were confusing- their subjects leapt from strange dances to fierce warriors. The only thing comprehensible was the mass of arrows, and so follow the arrows they did.

The dusty floor sloped down, and the atmosphere changed suddenly as beautiful lights in a variety of hues became visible in the suddenly opened out chamber, the ceiling being the party cause of the spectrum. There were archways all around the room, but it looked like it was the end of the line. There was no way out.

Rider's intense train of thought was interrupted by a clatter. Goggles had been trying to extract the pickled plums from his pocket (God knows how the jar fit in there) and had somehow prized the lid off, which had caused the clatter. He had leapt to catch it, and yet had missed, and caught his foot in a groove in the floor. However, this was not what ended up catching Rider's interest. The floor time that Goggles had caught with his foot was sinking, and beginning to rotate. As it span, the archways changed, the walls rising, each one revealing a beautifully lit alcove with carvings standing out, sheltered from weathering and so in an almost perfect condition.

The light that shone in one was particularly strange - it had a brilliant blue colour, caused by the stained-glass skylights, and yet the light was much dimmer. This was maybe worth a look, and even if Rider was not as rigorous as Army in his checks, it may yield something interesting. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke- "Oi Gogs. You're weirdly strong. Gimmie a boost up here?"

Goggles giggled slightly and responded with a chirpy "Course, Rider!", before hefting the other up onto his shoulders. Upon aforementioned 'further inspection', it became clear why the light was noticeably dimmer - the skylight had been obscured by all manner of bracket and brambles, all covered in snow. This was particularly strange, as it never snowed. (It may be wise for me to mention that neither Rider nor Goggles knew what snow was)

Rider stuck his hand through a small gap in the pane of glass and pushed aside the bracken. A small flurry of snow fell, dotting over the pair. Some landed on a book, lying a couple of feet to the side, which promptly flew open, pages flapping wildly. They had no chance to see the book's title before they were sent flying, and even if they had, neither of them would have understood it.

It was one thing to hope that you'd never hit a wall head-on after being sent flying, however, it is quite different to not hit the wall you know is coming. A gust of cold air accompanied the fall or the flight, and everything was lighter than it had been before. Perhaps they had made it out.

A/N

I think this chapter may be a bit short- it is just some sort of prologue, so I'm gonna try and make the other chapters longer lol. Hope u enjoy 💚 - kaks.