The Unsuccessful Guide on Cooperation

ACT 1

Inkopolis

The bustling noise of stores, people and celebration was music and enjoyment to Agent 8's ears. She was quite shy to the new world after defeating Commander Tartar. Those two nice girls, Pearl and Marina, reminded her that she was always welcomed to stop by at the studio. Her reflection peeked while watching the two pop stars talk excessively about the upcoming splatfest, weapons or just what ever food Crusty Sean was offering at the time. Pearl was the first to notice the quiet wallflower octoling and surprisingly waved, Marina was seconds behind to greet her. The pink haired newbie smiled, another offering as a "thanks" to appreciate their kindness. As she turned around, she thought about how the shoes shop restocked, it was splatfest season and they didn't want to miss out on the opportunity. Walking towards the three shops, Agent 8 didn't seem to notice the terrified screams of other inhabitants until the stores were engulfed in flames and destruction. She became horrified, running the opposite direction to safety. The plaza became an uproar of chaos and destruction as the sea creatures scattered to anywhere that was safe.

"Woomy!"

Agent 8 recognized that cry, her friend, Agent 4 was stuck between two poles and some rubble. The octoling ran back to her friend, investigating the damage.

Agent 8 tried to reassure her friend that everything will be okay, struggling to lift one of the poles. The inkling's eyes were filled with desperation and regret. Agent 8 didn't seem to care for anything going on around her, she needed to free Agent 4! Sounds of bombs and explosions were nearing the two which made Agent 8 very anxious and stressed. Her tears flowed, why wasn't it budging? Was she that weak? So many unfavorable thoughts kept swimming in head as well as the fear of being caught in the explosion until she finally got one of the poles off the ground. Agent 4 wiggled out of her way and grabbed Eight's hand to ran towards the grate. She went into squid form with the octo, disappearing inside as they fall deep into the abyss..

MOROCCO

"Looks are all that mate needs, hm?" Harry stared outside the view of the hotel room, Rafe cared very much about image. Though he wasn't an idiot, he too was a treasure hunter. It was a high for him. While the rich kid went out for whatever, Harry stayed in for the day to be lazy and to sleep in.

How he survived Shambala was a mystery even he couldn't solve.

Working for that psychopathic fascist was probably the last straw for the Australian, it even ruined his relationship with Chloe. As if abandoning Drake and her to die wasn't a warning sign to the girl anyways.

Harry had quite enough of feeling guilty, grabbing a coffee pot in his hotel room. The man walked to the sink to fill up the pot. As he set it down on the burner to boil, unusual colors formed, orange with a hue of highlighter pink. He rushed to turn off the stove—was his mind playing games with him? Must have been the medication.

"What the hell?" He seemed confused at the weird colors, maybe he needed to clean it out again.

His eyebrows furrowed, grabbing the metallic and heading back to the sink. Water came down..as well as the weird colors again. Harry flinched and turned the faucet off. The colors were now in the sink, forming some sort of gooey form.

"The fuck is wrong with the water system?" He cursed, waving his pot around.

"Vee!"

Harry screamed in a higher key than usual, throwing the pot at whoever made the noise.

Agent 8 out of reflexes, dodged the coffee pot, her friend also appeared. The two studied their surroundings, a queen sized bed, a coffee table, a rattan chair to accompany it and a 38" television with the news playing.