(Greetings. Welcome back. It's good to somewhat know you are here. It's time to go back to the roots of this writers history, and do something I intended, but brushed it off, and replaced it with some rather… precarious material. If you have been here before the middle of december, or some time before that, you will remember that I had a story called So Smart it's Stupid. I had discontinued it once I introduced There Are Others. Since I had discontinued it, I had always wanted to bring back the concept of a Splatoon fanfiction, but never got around to it. But here we are. I should let you all know that none of the content that appeared in the last attempt will not be shown or talked about in this one. So please, enjoy.)
Introduction:
In this story, there are two normal human boys. These boys are named Shaun, and Sam. Shaun is a tall, manly man with a love for music, and he taught himself how to fight. His weakness is the responsibilities of taking care of his brother named Sam, and his addiction to coffee. Sam on the other hand is much more hyperactive than his older brother, and enjoys spending his time around people who just make the world a terrible place to live in. He doesn't know why and neither do I, so don't go asking me. Oh shit there I go again. Here's the story everyone! Enjoy!
Chapter One: Get woke.
"WE'RE LATE!" Sam said falling down the stairs.
"What's happening?" Shaun said dashing from his room and into the kitchen, where the staircase was conveniently placed.
"Get some clothes on we're late!" Sam said, trying desperately to get up.
"I have clothes on!" Shaun said. "What are we late for?!"
"SCHOOL!" Sam shouted as he pushed Shaun closer to the door.
"It's a sunday! We don't do anything on sundays!" Shaun said turning around and picking Sam up off of the ground to knock some sense into him.
"It is?" Sam said. He groaned and slid through Shauns grip.
"It seems like after you met that girl, you've lost all sense of time." Shaun said.
"Yeah, I noticed that too. We got any eggs?" Sam said rummaging through the fridge.
"Yeah, look around, I got some yesterday." Shaun said ambling back to his room.
"Fuck buckets we're out of garlic salt." Sam said tossing several spice containers onto the floor in his frenzy of searching.
"Watch it." Shaun said plopping back down in his bed.
*TIME PASS TO TOMORROW*
Shaun and Sam walked down the damp sidewalk, trying not to slip on it's slick unpredictable surface. It had rained the night before, and it made walking a much more difficult thing to do.
"Shaun?" Sam questioned, trying to start conversation.
"Yeah bud?" Shaun said scratching his chin.
"When do I get to work with you at The Coffee Shop?" Sam asked anxiously scooting closer.
"Once you turn sixteen." Shaun said patting his brother on the back. Sam crossed his arms and let out a sad sigh.
"But you can get a job when you're fifteen, right?" Sam asked.
"I'll see what I can do." Shaun said shrugging.
Sam jumped up with happiness, and in literally three seconds later he slipped and fell all the way to the ground.
"Ha! Nice going loser!" Shaun said jokingly. He bent over to pick Sam up.
"Shut up." Sam said. He punched his brother in the arm when he was back on his feet.
"Thanks for walking me to school again." Sam said.
"No problem. It's not like I do this one hundred and eighty three days a year." Shaun said.
"Alright see you later." Sam said taking a left, and walked across the street.
Shaun waved when Sam looked back at him, and took the right leading to The Coffee Shop. He worked there from seven o'clock to three thirty. Every day, except for sundays. The Coffee Shop sold… coffee. Who'da thunk it? It was decked out with bean bag chairs, stools, book rentals, free wifi, over priced muffins, bagels, and other things of the sort. It wasn't as interesting as it sounded.
Shaun stared at the glass door of The Coffee Shop. He sighed and pushed it open.
"Look at who finally decided to show up." A woman said behind the counter. She stared Shaun down, and put her hands on her hips in a sassy way.
"Look who finally decided to not sleep on the job." Shaun returned walking over to the counter to fulfil his quota. "How've you been Debora?"
Debora shrugged, and started to take a man's order. While she done that, Shaun reached for his apron and visor, and donned both of them.
"So begins a long day." Shaun said to himself.
*TIME SKIP*
Shaun waited, and waited. It was three forty five, and Sam still hasn't came crashing through the steel school doors.
"That's it. I'm done with this." Shaun said. He pushed the doors open, and started to wander the hallways for his brother. But, to his luck, he only made it to the second set of doors.
"Are you looking for someone?" The secretary said. She was behind a set of safety wire glass screens.
"My stupid brother Sam." Shaun said turning to speak with her.
"Well, the school let out a while ago I can assure you nobody's here." She said grabbing her purse and slinging it around her shoulder.
Shaun nodded, and he pulled the doors open and walked outside.
"So it begins." Shaun said fixing his shirt collar.
Chapter Two: Brother Hunt.