Octolings and Inklings: a splatoon fanfic

Goodbye, for now

Ida's P.O.V: I was amazed after me and Jim returned from our date. The apartment was completely clean. Rosa did everything. "So, Jim, wanna go to Octo canyon? I'll wake her up." "Sure." He replied. "Rosa c'mon, we're going to go to Octo canyon." I cooed in the sleepy girl's ear. "Huh? Octo canyon? Sure i'll come" She mumbled. Jim smiled. We went to the sewers all together. I liked that we could go all at once at least one time. It was fun.

    We walked around and found the next kettle. It said sponges. "Sponges? Aren't they all Octolings? Rosa asked. "It's sort of the same as the deep sea metro, Rosa, except we're not trapped here." She sighed with relief. "Well, are we gonna go in?" Jim asked. "Of course." I replied. We entered the kettle. There were a few sponges. Just like a normal level. There was also an Octosniper. Ugh, Octosnipers. They are the worst. Here's the bad part: If octo ink touches the sponges, they shrink. We were standing on sponges. He attempted to snipe us, but kept hitting the sponges. Me and Jim fell off. "Ha! got it!" I heard her say, being the only one on solid ground. We respawned and Rosa was there, waiting for us. The rest of the level was easy, except when it came to the end.

     We were surrounded by Octolings, in a pit where a FAKE zapfish was. We splatted most of them, but one remained. Jim and Rosa were out of ink, and I was cornered. the octoling nocked my hero shot out of my hands. "Ida, no!" I heard Jim say. "Time to die, Inkling." I heard the octoling say. I was pushed out of the way, and Jeff got shot in the neck, Inkling's weakspot. It would block his breathing. He fell to the floor. By this time, Rosa was fully charged. while I was at Jim's side, Rosa had a inkzooka ready. She splatted the octoling. We felt ourselves teleporting home. I was crying. "He's gone." I said. "Not yet. If I remember correctly there's an octoling ritual that can bring back the dead. but we have to do it before the full moon." Said Rosa. She seemed so confident, but I could see tears in her eyes, too. He wasn't dead. At least not yet.