Skull x Headphones (Splatoon Manga)

Part 15: Defend and Restore

Chaos.

Complete chaos.

Inkling versus inkling and octoling. One group versus an army.

Specials were used. Bombs were thrown. Mines were set. 

And Sanitized were restored.

But for every splat the group seemed to get, two more figures would replace them, crowding the subway.

"We can't hold them off forever!" Yelled Rider, who's arms were beginning to ache from swinging his mighty Dynamo.

Skull huddled in the corner over by some lockers, lifting his feet to avoid the ever-present ink closing in on him.

"We must get to the phone, somehow...!" Forge said through gritted teeth. "If we don't, the bodies will get in our way!"

She was right. Inklings and octolings alike were starting to pile up too high for the group's liking. At least their paleness was replaced with flushes of color, showing they wouldn't obey the telephone anymore. But soon, they would get trampled by the army.

"Hmm..." Full Moon mumbled. She activated her special, Baller, and charged. But the attacks were too much as she got closer, and hardly four seconds had passed when it broke. "Ah." The sanitized were immediately upon her, like hungry wolves. Struck down, she fell, but not before she turned towards B-Sailor with a look of confidence. 

And she was consumed by the mob, trampled down.

"Full Moon!" Headphones screamed.

"She'll be OK. For now, we need to focus on the bigger problem: the Sanitized. Do you have your special ready?" B-Sailor said, though he looked ready to shed tears.

Headphones gulped down her fear. "Almost."

"OK, Forge said we can use our Stingrays and her bomb-launcher to back up Rider, who will try to roll over as many Sanitized as possible. Snorkel has his special, but it's useless because the missiles just crash against the low ceiling." His splatterscope picked off three opposing inklings: Gas Mask, Bike Helmet, and Vader Cap. "Hurry and build up your special!"

Nodding, she turned her attention to the phone, who had gone strangely still. 

"Why are you doing this?" She shouted at it, making sure not to take her eyes off the swarm of roller users that had just entered.

"My goal is cleanse this world of the filth that is your species." It answered casually, as if they were talking about school projects. "When I awoke, I thought my wait for the perfect species was finally over." It started shaking again. "But I was disgusted! You wage war over minor genetic deviations. You prioritize fashion over anything else. So I will let this world start anew, with my new sludge, currently being made right at this moment!"

"I'm out of ink!" Yelled Octoglasses, panicking as she struggled to push her way over to Snorkel, who had the same ink color as her.

"Specials?" Shouted Forge, who had her bomb-launcher ready.

"Yep!" "Yes Ma'am!"

With the two stingrays, the army was herded into the middle of the station, similar to Team Yellow-Green's strategy against Team Emperor. To make up for the Tenta Missiles, the Splat-Bomb-Launcher was used, making a deafening noise overall. Rider activated the Ink Armour, swung his Dynamo forward and started rolling, crushing dozens of sanitized in the crowded area. He was careful, but not careful enough to not step on the bodies left behind (although he was sorry). He turned around and began to head back to the safety of his teammates, but the Ink Armour broke, and out of panic he lifted his Dynamo. That one opening was all the Sanitized needed, and they struck him down.