Out of touch (human reader in splatoon)

4: A chat on the boat, Arriving somewhere

y/n "So, why did you guys say I should've known you?"

Callie: "Well, we're the famous Squid Sisters!"

That explains the hair.

Callie: "Marie, want to do the pose?"

Marie: "Oh, sure."

They then did this ...strange pose where they mirrored each other. Strange was the only way to describe it, he'd never seen anything like it before in his life.

y/n: "Uhh... Okay." As he looked slightly discomforted.

The two sort of shifted back down into their seats, also feeling a little uncomfortable.

Spicy silence.

y/n: "Just to lighten the air a little, how much does your species know about humans?"

Cap'n: "Quite a bit already, we are headed to the Historical Preservation of Human Resources! The people there should be fascinated by you, and hopefully not do any strange things that a mob would."

y/n: "I used to do a lot of Science, so I look forward to working with whoever is over there. Hopefully we can learn a lot about each other's species. Speaking of historical preservation..."

y/n unpacks the folder and the rusty revolver from his suit, finally glad to have the swimsuit fit normally. That revolver was beginning to dig into his side.

y/n: "I have some items I took from the test site I was assigned to. I printed out some physics notes and the data from my test, which was cryogenic hibernation."

Marie picked up the folder, opened it, and said:

Marie: "Cool... I can't read it."

y/n: "So you speak english, but not read it?"

Marie: "Yes... We have our own language. So do the Octarians."

y/n: "Do you live in peace with that species?"

Marie: "...Not really. They tried to steal our main source of power, the zap fish, and um..."

Callie: "All that matters is that it's back now, and we aren't going to let them take it again."

y/n: "I'll ask for some documents later. It looks like we're here..."

y/n could hear the speaking of many, uh, still unknown creatures as he put his mask back on. He chose not to even stare at the crowd, knowing if he was spotted, some sort of celebrity drama would occur.

y/n's thoughts: I hate drama.

He went down into the ship with the Cap'n.

Cap'n: "I didn't think about how to get you out of here. Hmm..."

They both sat there for a while, producing the thinking emoji both staring at the same spot on the floor, and then the Cap'n had an idea.

Cap'n: "How about you be my girl's bodyguard, kiddo? You look pretty tough!"

He he poked at the swimsuit, which made y/n look pretty tough, he had to admit.

y/n: "I suppose there's no way out of this other than that, so..."

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A few moments and brief agreements later, y/n was leading the way towards a limo for the two pop stars. It felt like an eternity, because the screams of the crowd and the constant flow of theories as to who I am were baffling.

"Can we get your autograph?"

"Is this guy your lover?"

"They have bodyguards now?"

At least the disguise was working.

After some more stress, they were finally all inside the limousine, safe and gladly soundproof.

y/n: "How much of that do you have to go through on a day to day basis?"

Marie: "We didn't have time to put on our disguises before they saw us, so normally no. I would have definitely quit if I had to go through that every day."

So the four just sat in silence, resting while they could. The crowd wasn't able to follow them, so Callie & Marie had put on their disguises, which was just a couple of items that go over their faces.

Marie: "I requested that Callie, the Cap'n and I would be dropped off at me and Callie's place, and you will be driven alone to the HPHR. Once you're there, just walk on in and tell them who you are, I guess."

y/n: "Ok."

After a while, the three had said their goodbyes and y/n was in the backseat of a limo, alone. In an alien world that was so much like his own... No time to be sad. I should be able to handle social interaction.

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y/n took a while to process this. On the way there, he tried to remember as much human history as he could.

Holy Roman Empire, France, French language, England, WW1, King Henry the 8th, Civil war...

definitely not the best in that field.

y/n got out of the limo and looked at the large building in front of him while walking towards the front doors. It looked like an old factory building, with red bricks and square patterned glass. On  the inside, it looked like a waiting room with a receptionists desk. There was another door on the other side of the room that was made of glass, and through it y/n could see some sort of museum, but with everyday objects. Rather, what used to be everyday objects. They seemed to be in pristine condition.

"Sir, can I help you?" Says the girl sitting at the desk.

Assuming this is mainly a museum, you ask:

y/n: "Could I have a private talk with the director here? I have some... data that could prove useful to you here."

???: "Umm... She's very busy right now. I'll try to see if she can talk. Does that sound ok?"

y/n: "Yes. Thank you for your troubles."

After a short phone call on what looked like regular phones, but the top had a squid shape, the receptionist said she would be arriving in a moment, so y/n sat down in silence, waiting...