Author's Note: Hey guys! Good to be back in the fanfiction business, although in a different franchise. This fanfic is inspired by VaskoGames'video about Splatoon 3, and me suggesting some story bits. This is all of that, in a fanfic form. Can you guess what they are? Find out!
Six months.
It has been six months since that fateful day. The day she, a retired war veteran, and two popstars stopped a world-ending machine in a statue of a human ran by a crazy telephone/blob ranting about how unworthy the denizens of Inkpolis are of his creator's knowledge. The day one such popstar produced what essentialy are giant prototype Suction Bombs to stop said machine from gaining power, while her partner produced the mother of all Killer Wails to finish the thing off for good.
Six months.
Six months since that day she stepped into the light. Said light being the bustling city of Inkopolis. She had been since then living among the natives, engaging in their popular sport called Turf Wars. She had since then afforded a small place in Flounder Heights. Most Inklings dismissed her as one of those "teens with fad hairstyles". There had been a few incidents of racism but nothing a good reasonable talk solved, or a shot from her Octo Shot Replica if things got dicey.
The real thing was kept in her room, in the bottom part of her cabinet, along with a few mementos of the whole ordeal: the tags, the compact ink tank, and the CQ-80 devices that helped with the communication down below, and a golden toothpick, handed to her by her Inkling savior who she had to fight: Agent 3. She had contact with the reputed Inkling since then, agreeing on a few lunch-outs, and some Turf Wars beforehand.
An octoling female just came in to her room back at Flounder Heights, at room #418. Exhaustion was apparent on her face and posture. Today, she had a series of intense Turf Wars over at Humpback Pump Track and Inkblot Art Academy. Ruthless E-liter and Roller users were giving her and her team problems, and that resulted in more than a desired amount of losses. Fortunately, she scavenged a few wins before heading home.
"Phew, good grief, those damn E-liters! I swear, they're everywhere today! Some sniper fiesta or something?", asked Shannon Triheart, as she flopped onto her bed, with her duffel bag by her side, containing an assortment of gear and weapons. Shannon then whipped out her phone, gifted to her by Pearl, one of the aforementioned popstars, who is a pretty well-off girl via her family, as she discovered. Her tentacles, usually magenta, flopped lazily around her tan face. The duffel bag weighed heavily, as it comprised of her other 2 weapons and their subs; the Clash Blaster and the Jet Squelcher. It also had an assortment of headgear, clothing, shoes, and a pair of shorts approved for Ink Battles. She was using her preferred gear: a Black FishFry Bandana, a Grape Tee, and Black Dakronics, which she was now unlacing. After unlacing, she set down her Octo-Shot Replica at her nightstand and began browsing SquidBook.
Meanwhile...
An Inkling guy, with his tentacles arranged in equal 3's, is to be seen at Crusty Sean's food truck, along with his regular mates, all Inklings; 1 female, with cyan tentacles, sporting her hair/tentacles in a side-cut, and 2 guys, one sporting a yellow classic ponytail and another, colored indigo, having a bun on the rear, with a lone tentacle to the left of his face. The guy with the neatly rowed tentacles just finished ordering their snacks from the shrimp cook.
"Golly, Ranked sure is fun. " commented the first Inkling a little sarcastically, sitting down, joining his mates, fully occupying one of the tables.
"Come on Evan, don't be that salty!", chided the female Inkling. "At least ya didn't get deranked. ", she continued.
"But I did. ", chimed in the yellow Inkling a little sadly. "Good thing we escaped with a victory last match. At least I'm closer to retaking my rightful A-", he continued.
"Good grief, at least you didn't get splatted as much!", drawled the blue Inkling. "Good thing I had Quick Respawn. The enemy would never be rid of me and my 52-gal!"
"Yeah sure Chris." said Evan to his mate. "If there ain't snipers at every other match.", he remarked sarcastically.
"And at Moray Towers too.", added the gal Inkling, groaning. "Remind me to practice sniping some time. What do you recommend though guys?" she asked her friends.
"Bamboozler, girl." quipped the yellow Inkling. "No delays, straight up damage. Anyone of them would do good.", he added.
"Bruh, do you want our girl Lina to have a drop in splat count?" said the indigo Inkling named Chris. "E-Liters are the best type of chargers Nate!", he interjected.
"Yeah, that's because they're always splatting you.", Evan laughingly said to his indigo friend. "Seriously though, E-Liters are good Chargers, with Ink Mine for Sub to keep those pesky Aerosprays at bay and the Ink Storm Special to support your teammates below." he stated.
"4 Seanwhiches, and 2 Lemon Juices, a Smoothie, and Berry Juice, ready to go squiddos!", barked Crusty Sean happily to his customers. "Eat up, squiddos!", he cheerily said to them., poring his head out of the truck to get their attention.
"Alright, snacks are in guys!" announced Evan.
"Get me the Berry! " called out Lina.
"I got the Smoothie!" called out Nate, helping out Evan.
"Guess that leaves me with the other Main Saver." said Chris.
The squad continued to discuss Chargers and their Ranked run over snacks & drinks happily, unknowingly being with another of the New Squidbeak Splatoon's finest, and a former idol's rescuer, while being hired by another former idol to do so.
*After-Chapter bits:
Who is being referred to in the final sentence? :)
Edit: Enhanced this chapter to have at least 1k words to match my other chapters, all in 4 digits.