Vintage's downfall

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Is this a good timing?  Vintage thought. He was observing everything he could, but at the same time kept his head low incase any of the suspicious bandits see him.

Should I do something? This seems-

The line shortned and as he pulled away from the sight, the dark figures that have been crawling disappeared. Was it his imagination? Or was it true?

Guess there was one thing to do; at the end of the day inspect the area for any signs. Not now. For now he has to wait to try out the newest mode with Skull. And with that, comes some patient. It's almost killing him having to be an eye-witness to another crime the "team" that was mentioned earlier have commited. But regardless, what could he do about now.

It didn't take his friend long to return back safely with their weapons. Vintage noticed that instead of a ballpoint he got the normal cheap Splatling.

"Sorry." Skull apologised as he stood beside him. "To make matters better I got a splatterscope. Not going to go good!"

"They need to be varient.." Vintage checked out his weapon, making him forget what he has seen a minute ago. He barely remembers the last time he used the normal Splatling, unlike the ballpoint it didn't have a long range, chances are he's going to forget at the wrong moment and get himself splatted.

"Trying new weapons shouldn't be bad, right?" Skull asked him. 

Vintage, focused too much on figuring out how he'll use it, replied shortly. "Maybe."

"It's our turn soon, and we'll do this," Skull said. "Even if we lose, it's the first time doing this and together...I like that."

The inkling just nodded. His inner thoughts spiraled out. He wasn't actually looking forward to the results after the match. Not this one. But at the same time, a great opportunity to get to S.

Which is, what he needs the most now he realises. Nothing else.

To get S and then take investigation into what happened. Or supposedly do so. Because if Vintage doesn't do it, then who will?

Once their turn was up, they both slide up to Deca's room where it is decided what teams are in and what's not. 

The room wasn't that big, it was generic. Not too cozy looking either, one of the chairs seemed as it it was here for years and ripped apart. He sat on it, no choice as it was beside Skull. 

The other inklings in the room eyed him. One of them looked like a young girl- could be his age- with bright yellow tentactles, she was wearing a headband and a black t-shirt. There was another inkling; a male one who had green topknot tentacles and he was wearing a mask and a sweater. 

"This might be our teammates." Skull whispered to him. But Vintage didn't reply, he gulped in anxiety.

Another 4 inklings barged in, and they all looked pretty stacked. All of them hold their weapons; 1 shooter, 2 chargers and a roller main. Presumably a squad or a clan. They all wore the same clothes; Black and Purple jumpers and an White Mesh Cap on their heads.  

"Definitely. And we're probably getting screwed." Vintage sighed heavily. There was no doubt that they will get paired up with the other two random inklings; who were both shooter mains (Aerospray and Gal Deco, to be specific.)

Vintage thought he'd alert the Aerospray main, who was the masked inkling that it'd be a bad idea, but he'd rather not pre-judge so quickly. Instead, he got tapped lightly by the announcer that put them in this room.

"Alright!" the announcer called out to him. "Squeak and Val will be your teammates."

He was rather confused on who was who. The little female inkling is probably Squeak, the masked guy is Val.