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➳ jailbreak - goggles/rider

if pretending not to see what we set our sights so firmly on back when we were small is what it means to grow up, then im happy with forever remaining a child.

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Born in this town that reeks of gasoline,
Closed off by the gloomy high walls surrounding,
We have yet to know
the color of grasslands.

Inkopolis, the city of color; was now infamous for being a sickeningly strict hellscape that at times even felt like a prison. After Octolings came aboveground and were discovered, the inklings panicked. Rules, a police force, the flawless unrelenting enforcement of paranoid laws. 'To keep the city safe' they said. Turf wars and ranked battles were still there, but more endlessly more suffocating as they were under constant supervision. Idols stayed the same happy and cheerful selves they always were; if they were Inklings. And even then, their merry demeanors carried a hidden, eerie discomfort underneath. But Off The Hook...

There was a ban on anything even remotely similar or related to Octo-tech too.
It led to huge technological drawbacks, all thoughts of flight or aviation were crushed. No more miraculously floating platforms in stages. No more gushers. No more ink switches, etcetera. The squid sisters managed splatfests again. People loved their return, surely, but what happened to the formerly famous inkling-octoling duo in the air like poison. Nobody dared to talk about it lest they risk their safety and reputation.

But despite every restriction, they could never stifle dreams.
Somewhere in a dusty abandoned attic;

" Even if we wait here forever for someone to save us,

A blue inkling hangs on his lime green friend's every word. Listening intently, a grin on his face and sparkles in his childish eyes.

all we're gonna get better at is Monopoly "
You used to say that with a laugh.

And Goggles laughed along with him. 

They sat on old couch cushions littered across the dirty floor, papers laid out in front of them. On the papers were crude scribbles of peculiar machines, unicorns and narwhals, family and friends, and curiously enough pancakes and waffles. All of their other friends didn't approve of the two meeting up like this because of what they planned together, but Goggles didn't understand the risk so they went on anyway. Rider on the other hand just didn't care.

The sunlight leaked through the stained, mutely-colored curtains and onto the creaking floorboards. The light hit the drawings and made them shine in a way that made the two inkling boys feel even more inspired to make their dreams come alive. In the corners of the attic were boxes full of various metal scraps, nuts and bolts and wrenches and all sorts of mechanical things. One day they'd prove useful.
For now, they were just pretty shiny things.

Goggles looked up at Rider, still smiling. Ocassionally he looked down to fiddle with a hammer and tried to bend nails into weird forms. The young boy sighed dreamily as he hammered a nail into a wonky heart shape.

" You're so cool, Rider... "

" Huh? "

Meanwhile, the taller green inkling was rummaging through some of the boxes in the top left corner of the room. Goggles had no idea what he was trying to find. It was probably something to do with one of their drawings together.

" I don't know how you say all those- smart things! and I'm just an idio- "

Rider turned to look at him. " Goggles, don't say that. "

The blue boy pouted like the child he was as his friend walked back with nothing in his hands. When Rider got close enough he flicked down Goggles' headgear to cover his eyes. Said blue boy began to laugh and smile again. Their little hangout was cut short by the noise outside. He got up and walked after Rider, who was looking at the window.