y/n was in the alleyway, right next to Grizzco. If you were a normal inkling in the square, and watched him, you would think he just came out of the fenced gate next to Grizzco. Speaking of inklings watching him, there were a few more now. He didn't mind the eyes, and went in to Grizzco.
The atmosphere was dark and eerie. With y/n's knowledge about creepy places like this, he knew someone or something was watching him. And could hear him. So, he tried to sound proffesional.
y/n: "My name is y/n, and I'm here for the job."
Suddenly, lights came on. They centered around a bear statue, which appeared to have a radio antenna. y/n could now see the cameras in the corners of the room as well. The room contained large crates of fishing - oriented supplies, and a few buckets. The statue started speaking.
???: "Hey, kid. How'd ya like to shape the future of Inkopolis? Welcome to Grizzco Industries. I'm Mr. Grizz. Here at Grizzco, we're tryin' to make the world a better place, see? And we need fresh young talent to do it. Yeah, it's just your run-of-the-mill, manual-labor type of work, but's for a good cause, and we pay well. So whaddaya say, kid? The next boat is headin' out now. You ready to be part of somethin' bigger than yourself?"
y/n was a bit sad that it was some manual labor, but he had no choice. Well, he now feels the pain of all the immigrants that come to America. At least, when it was a country.
y/n: "I assume this is fishing then?"
It seems Mr. Grizz finally caught on that y/n was the human."
Mr. Grizz: "Woah, there kiddo!" You're the human, right? I needed someone like you! I don't think you need training. I assume you know how to use a gun? Well, I think this'll be a breeze for you. I know how strong humans can be, and by the looks of you, I don't think you'll have a problem at all! Well, All I need you to do is get golden salmonoid eggs, that come from boss salmonoids. Got it?"
y/n took this in, and nodded.
Mr. Grizz: "Your clothes should be in the back. The boats about to leave in 3 minutes. Get yourself ready and on it."
y/n: "Yes sir."
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y/n was on the boat, with 3 other inklings. All of them were girls. One of them had long magenta tentacle hair, and wasn't wearing anything of note. The other had plum brown hair that faded into teal, was wearing a black face mask and a black greaser jacket and jeans. The last one was shorter than the others, had cream hair that faded into pink, was wearing a white face mask, and a longer cream jacket and pink shorts.
y/n decided to break the silence.
y/n: "Do you all know each other?"
The girl with Magenta hair answered first.
???: "No, I don't know anyone here. This is my first job, so I might need some help."
The girl in the greaser jacket responded.
???: "We'd be happy to help. If you're having trouble, let us know."
The short girl muttered something under her breath. It sounded like she was annoyed. y/n turned toward her. She responded.
???: "What're you looking at?"
There's always that one person on the team. They resumed silence.
It seems the outfit he has concealed his identity as a human, just because he was wearing a helmet. They were soon to find out, though.
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