Isla, a young octoling, shows no interest in leaving deepsea metro. She's been sanitized, and would never fit in. But little did she know there was hope for her.
( this story will have slow updates that i do in my free time. I hope you understand...
Isla was packing. She took her main weapon, An octo shot. She also took more armor, and one final thing. A plushie. It was a plush version of a small octotrooper.
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Her mother had stitched it for her when she was little. Before they died to agent 3. Thinking about that scene, she forced her had into a fist. She WOULD get revenge. No matter what. She wanted to splat that inkling permanently. WHAT AM I THINKING?! Thats something the OLD isla would do! She spat at her mind.
She kept going until she reached Suction cup lookout. Then, she heard something. Scared, she grabbed her plush out of the bag and pulled it close. Suddenly, a jolt of pain hit her and she screamed, and fell.
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This took too long :,D
Its a lil short but thats because i wanted to get it out.
