Hello everyone, and welcome to a new fanfic of mine. This is my first Splatoon fanfiction, and I'm really proud of this result. I hope you enjoy.
I, Snowy The Sky Wolf, do not own Splatoon, or any of its characters.
"I'm home."
The front door opened, revealing a young Octoling girl with violet eyes. She carried a simple school bag over her shoulder.
"Welcome home, sweetie," The Octoling girl's mother smiles from the living room.
The Octoling's home was quite dreary compared to anything else. Many of the household appliances were either old or dusty. The room was barely lit up by only a few small candles.
The Octoling did not smile.
"Come and sit with us, honey," The father invited her over, waving a hand.
The young girl quickly dropped off her bag in her room before joining her parents in front of a small retro television, showing the daily nightly news, which was on commercial at the moment.
Her mother pulled her child into a loving embrace. "How was school today, sweetie?"
"It was fine," The Octoling girl says, almost in monotone. She barely reacted to her mother's hug.
An Octarian news reporter then reappeared on the screen, sitting behind a desk with a few papers in hand. Another Octarian sat next to the other, anchoring the separate news reports.
"Welcome back to Nightly Octarian News," One of them spoke, before the other took over.
"We have just received breaking news! The Inkling civilization has stolen yet another vital Zapfish! Just how longer will our civilization stand with our source of power being depleted at this rate?!"
The father switched off the television, cutting off the reporter. He stood up, walking to the kitchen to finish preparing the night's dinner.
"Electricity is getting expensive these days…"
The Octoling girl, still in her mother's embrace, silently scowled to herself.
I hate them…
…
"Hey, Inkling pest!"
The same Octoling walked through the hallway of her school the next day, with books in her arms. She ignored the threats and teases that were thrown specifically at her.
"Inkling pest! Don't ignore me, stupid! Were you the one who stole the Zapfish?"
Shut up…
"She won't listen. This pest must've really stolen the Zapfish after all!"
A medium sized group of Octolings laughed out loud, their laughs getting louder as the poor Octoling girl walked by them.
"Get to class, everyone!" A teacher shouted, causing all the girls to scatter, but not before some final taunts.
"Loser!"
"Pest!"
The young Octoling girl sighs.
…
The front door opens once again, finding that her parents were not in the living room this time around.
She walks into her room, closing the door behind her. Her room was just as dark as the rest of the house. The only thing that stood out from the room was a bright green-handled weapon. The Splat Charger.
Her parents had gotten her a Splat Charger for her birthday, so that she could participate in the Octoling turf wars. However, due to popularity standards, she was never able to join a battle.
So the charger was left unused, but she still loved it.
As the Octoling was lighting a single candle and preparing to do her homework for the day at her desk, her eyes caught onto the weapon sitting beside the table.
I wonder what it would be like to battle in a turf war…
She daydreams. She imagines herself using the charger, blasting her enemies into dust using it's long range charge shots, winning the turf war, and getting recognition for the most turf covered.
But she knows that'll never happen.
The young girl shook the thoughts out of her head. There was homework to be done.
So she got started.
…
It was now a weekend. School was out for the week.
But that didn't mean the torture stops as well.
As the Octoling girl was walking by the dome that held the infamous turf wars, some of her bullies spotted her.
"Hey, it's Inkling pest! Here to try a turf war, are you?"
The young Octoling stopped in her tracks and looked towards the other girls with a blank expression.
"Come on, want to try one?"
The Octoling girl hesitated. Were they really inviting her to battle with them?
Too bad she left her special charger at home…
She slowly walked up to them, but not before someone with a roller flung a large glob of ink at her, covering her whole body with cold ink.
The whole group, minus the pranked Octoling, laughed.
"She looks good in that getup, don't you think?"
"Yeah!"
They all laugh again, the pranked Octoling girl running off in despair.
Her eyes were not filled with tears.
They were filled with anger.
She had reached her breaking point.
…
It was now midnight that very same day.
The Octoling girl was awake, staring at the Splat Charger in the middle of the darkness.
Moonlight poured in from the window, illuminating the weapon even more.
I hate those bullies. I hate my horrible life. Most of all, I hate the Inklings for stealing my future…
In her fit of hate, she carefully wrote a note to her parents.
Dear mother and father,
Living in this kind of world is horrible. Dark and lonely. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to find a better place than this trash dump. Someday I'll come back and bring you there. Thank you for everything. I love you.
Hugs and kisses, Supotca
The Octoling girl quickly put her prized personal possessions in her school bag, grabbed her special charger, and left the note on the kitchen counter as she ran out the door in tears.
I'm sorry…
The young girl, now known as Supotca, ran down the street in the midst of night. Away from the bullies, away from the dark world she had always known, away from her horrible life.
She boarded a train that travelled away to a different part of the Octarian world. The only thing Supotca was going to miss was her loving parents. Tears streamed down her face as she watched the train get farther and farther away from home.
My name is Supotca. I am of sixteen years of age.
I am running away from the life I've held for many years. Alone.
Now, my only enemies are nature, and the Inklings.
Especially the Inklings.
She was the only one on the train, due to the fact that it was past midnight. Supotca yawned.
Maybe I should get some sleep…
The lights above her flickered. She didn't think anything of it, because of the lack of power that she has seen for most of her life.
Supotca heard the train rattle slightly. A large crash from the front of the train rang out, causing her to jump slightly.
She didn't have time to think as she came face to face with scrap metal.
Her shrill scream echoed throughout the valley.