The Fall of Inkopolis

Agent 3

Purple blobs of ink flew everywhere, splatting the ground, walls, and anything else the ink could cover up. There was definitely more than one of those octogoons as always, but I can do this. This is what I have been trained for of course.

"You've fought and defeated them before, you can do it again." Cuttlefish would always tell me before entering an Octarian base.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled out two Burst bombs, a personal favorite of mine, and tossed them over the container I was using for defensive protection. The rapid firing from my enemies stopped as they heard the noise of two bombs being thrown. I grinned upon hearing a satisfying splat.

Ha ha! Success as always!

I pulled out from behind my hiding place and immediately pulled the trigger to my Hero Shot, splatting two other Octolings, still shocked about their splatted friend.

Easily distracted. Octarian's are well-known to be easily distracted. Throw a bomb? Distracted! Splat their friend? Distracted! I wonder if that was a tactic the Squidbeak Splatoon used…

Looking up ahead, I could see a poor trapped Zapfish, just waiting for a good ol' rescue. In case more Octolings came-seriously, these guys literally pop out of nowhere-I kept my gun ready and my mind empty. The less distractions, the better.

As I ran, I saw an incoming bomb, but it wasn't aimed at me. Multiple bombs copied, covering the entire Kelp Dome in disgusting, purple ink. I watched all the areas around, seeing explosions of purple ink ooze everywhere.

What the hell are they doing?

I heard another bomb being thrown, much louder this time. Gasping, I turned my head a little too late. The bomb exploded, blasting me with purple ink into a wall. Wincing, I rubbed my head that now ached with a constant pounding sensation.

Urgh! The first thing I told myself was to not get distracted and I let myself get distracted anyways.

"Isfth…everfffthang…okayff?"

Now I'm hearing things that don't even make sense.

I shook my head several times before slapping myself in the face. Noises in your head? You're acting dumber than these Octarian nit-wits!

I re-adjusted my headpiece. It's slightly busted now, but it should still work.

"Cap'n?"

"…You can hear me now, kiddo?"

See? Still works!

"Yes, I can hear you…but things aren't looking so well…"

"So that was an explosion? What's goin' on out there, kiddo?"

"It was. I let myself get distracted." I answered, pulling myself out of the purple goop. "I think the Octolings are trying new tactics to mess me up. I'm not used to fighting so many of them either…"

As soon as I finished talking, another bomb landed near me.

You got me once, but don't ever believe I'll let the same thing happen twice.

I flipped backwards before it exploded and dashed behind another container. I know I won't be safe here either, but at least I'm not out in the open. Several more bombs were thrown, making me groan with annoyance.

If I can't hide, then I'll have to go out and get the Zapfish straight on!

"I hate to say this, but you might have to make hasty retreat, Agent 3. I'm checking this here radar and-"

Shaking my head, I continued forward. "I can't leave without fulfilling my mission, Cap'n."

"…B-But-"

"If we flee, it'll be a victory for the Octarians. The thought of them cheering and keeping the Zapfish for themselves…it disgusts me!"

As I continued running, a mix of bombs and shots full of ink were fired. Little blobs of purple ink stained my suit and hair, blurring my vision, but I won't stop running.

"This is what I was made for! I don't play it safe, I'm a full risk taker!" I shouted.

"Inky, that's not gonna help you in turf wars. You have to know when to take cover, otherwise you'll be splatted on the spot."

"I dun care about silly turf wars! I'm going to take down dem silly Octarians!" I replied, patting my inky chest. "You'll see big bwother!"

No…I can't get nostalgic right now. That just makes things way too cheesy. But I have to wonder…what's Inked up to these days? He's probably still playing those silly-

"Uh, is this a hug or something?"

DAMMIT! Distracted like a stupid Octarian again! I mean, I must have really been lost in my thoughts because all I saw was pale skin in my face. But I could use this as an advantage! I reached for my-

SHIT! I forgot my gun!

Gritting my teeth, I turned around to see a bunch of grinning Octolings, one with my hero shot in their hands.

"Guess who has the upper hand now, Agent 3?" The one carrying my gun asked.

"Not you guys." I retorted. "I mean, hiding like a bunch of cowards? Man, I thought you were Octolings, not Super Sea Snails."

"S-Stupid insults aren't going to work on us. Besides, you're outnumbered."

"Agent 3!?" Cap'n shouted. "What's going on out there?! Answer me, whippersnapper!"

The Octoling behind me snatched my headpiece and chuckled, "Oh, she's fine, Cuttlefish. We were just about to ask if you wanted to join the farewell party!"

I flinched. I've been taught that Octolings are ruthless, especially the ones with seaweed on their heads. They feel no sympathy for anyone. Why? Their only mission is to kill. They've been taught to spare no feelings for Inklings, no matter what.

"Guns ready!"

The Octolings all grabbed their guns, fingers barely touching their triggers.

"I'm sorry, Cap'n…I should have listened…" I muttered, tears in my eyes.

"Aim…"

"But I won't ever make this mistake ever again…"

"Fire!"

As soon as the triggers were pulled, blobs of ink flew in every direction, any means of escape was impossible. However, this is what I've been trained for. Grinning, I grabbed the Octoling behind me and switched places with them.

Of course I know you can't get splatted with your own ink, but this is all a part of my escape plan. Building momentum, I leaped upwards onto the grate with the Zapfish above. Normally, you would have to shoot at the bulbs to break them, but as you already know, I don't have my gun.

Gritting my fangs, I slammed my head against the glass breaking the Zapfish free. I grabbed it and wrapped my arms around it tightly, running for my life. Literally, I was running for my life.

I stared down at the Zapfish as it looked up at me. There was one thing we had in common…

We both had fear in our eyes.

Author's Note:

I'm going to change the story's original plot due to a writer's block I was having. If things seem darker, well, now you know why. Title and rating changed to match the plot.