Violets Backstory~A Splatoon 2 fanfic

Violets Backstory~A Splatoon 2 fanfic

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Violet is my Lovely daughter or Splatoon oc lol this story is explaining her backstory Violet is and octoling,she looks like the one in the cover,that's her,she mains the Squiffer,Slausher,Blaster,and Splattershot Jr Her voice has a hint of a Scottish accent in it she's a big fan of Pearl hinting at the crown She's sweet and generous,she loves stuffed animals aswell uwu Splatoon 2 is owned by Nintendo enjoy my first bad story lol!
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You awaken in the heart of a neon-drenched metropolis, a symphony of sounds and colors you cannot name, let alone understand. The air hums with a vibrant energy that feels entirely alien, and as the world rushes past, a chilling realization takes hold: you are a ghost in your own mind. There is no name, no history-only a vast, hollow silence where a life should be. Lost in the overwhelming roar of the city, you are a blank slate in a world written in bold ink. Yet, beneath the confusion, a more primal unease stirs-a fleeting, persistent sensation that you don't quite fit within your own skin, as if your very existence is a puzzle with missing pieces. Amidst the chaotic blur of the crowd, one figure stands in sharp, quiet contrast: a lone woman in a charcoal-gray kimono, shielding herself with a vibrant green umbrella. In a city of strangers, her gaze is the first thing that feels like a tether to a truth you've forgotten.

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