Disclaimer: I don't own Splatoon, or any major Nintendo game series, but I do (kinda) own the individual characters in the story. If I did own Splatoon, penguins NPCs would be added as easter eggs.

...This disclaimer is stupid. Feel free to enjoy the story or don't, it's up to you!

Splatoon: The Bate Bros.

The Brothers Visit an Ink Slide Park

"Inkopolis. Breathtaking views, the freshest place on the planet, home of the Turf Wars!"

This is what many Inklings think of the great city, home to over a million different Inklings. They aren't wrong. From the beacon of battling known as the Inkopolis Tower, the awesome gear you can buy at the Booyah Base, and the freshest pop stars ever, "The Squid Sisters," this place has it all.

Unfortunately, while the pearly gates of fashion and fandom that it the Inkopolis Plaza and the action that comes in Turf Wars is insanely popular among the freshest squids on the block, that's not where we start the story. We actually start with two Inkling Boys, standing in front of a decaying ink slide park, one looking concerned for the others health and the other one looking like this is the biggest Turf War event ever to grace this city. I dunno why, it's their fault for coming here.

One Inkling wearing Designer Headphones, a Black Anchor Tee, and Orange Arrows stared in disbelief at the other Inkling wearing a Takoroka Cap, a White Anchor Tee, and Banana Basics, both a tannish color with brown eyes.

"...Sharq?" The concerned-looking Inkling spoke up.

"Yeah?" The other Inkling responded.

"Why are we here again?" The Inkling with headphones asked.

"I wanted to slide down a huge slide, why else?"

"Okay, so why didn't we just walk to the other, clean, fresh ink park over there?"

Turning their heads behind them, the pair of them gazed at a huge ink slide park full of glistening ink, smiling faces, and generally a good time. The entrance was grand, a cheerful looking female Inkling wearing a white uniform stationed in a glass ticket booth waved at the brothers then promptly laid her head down on her desk.

Turning their heads back, they faced an old, desolate ink park with crumbling walls, chipped paint, and slides that looked like they were about to crash any second. Slides stained with several gloomy colors towered over them and wobbled back and forth on rusty screws.

Creeeaakk… SNAP!

Speaking of which, one slide toppled over and smashed into the ground, splintered metal sliding everywhere.

"...Okay Sharq, unless this is some sort of prank, I say we get the heck out of here."

"What? Come on, Splin! It'll be fun, trust me!" Sharq said, not reassuring the other Inkling.

"...Okay, this is insane. I gotta get Sharq outta here before he ends up flatter than the pancakes we ate this morning!" Splin thought, looking to the side.

"Wait a second." Splin looked around, confused, until he spotted Sharq up ahead, climbing up a ladder quicker than a Inkzooka blast.

"You gotta be squidding me." Splin muttered. He started to sprint.

Sharq was currently climbing up an approximately thirty feet high slide. This slide curved straight down through multiple loops, which might have been pretty fresh back in the day. Today, however, most of the parts were rusted, chipped, or bent to the point where one wrong slip could launch an Inkling to their doom.

This didn't seem to faze Sharq in the slightest. "This is gonna be so cool!" Sharq thought.

Sharq reached into his pockets of his shorts. He then took out a .96 Gal ink gun, a gun with a thick barrel of blue ink, and began spraying ink down the slide through the nozzle. A steady stream began to emerge from the gun, and he thoroughly enjoyed himself until he heard an angry sounding voice.

"SHARQ!"

Confused, Sharq began looking around him. The voice shouted out his name again. He jolted up and glanced around. Sharq could not see anything. Eventually, he continued to search for the voice with varying degrees of confusion before staring at the sky.

"Cthulhu?" Sharq asked with an uncertain tone and shivered slightly. "Is that you?"

"NO, DOWN HERE."

Sharq began panicking, "Oh no, I'm going down THERE? No, please!" He lowered his ink weapon and shivered, "Please, I didn't me-"

"No." The voice appeared to groan as the noise of a palm of a hand slapped against something in the background

"Um, Okay?" Sharq clenched his eyes, surveyed the ground, spotting an angry looking Inkling who adjusted his headphones irritably.

"Oh, hi Splin!" Sharq shouted back, his terror gone and replaced with an expression of glee.

"Dude!" Splin yelled back at him, "Get down here, it's not safe up there!"

As if on cue, a bolt from the slide segment Sharq was sitting on came loose and fell thirty feet before hitting the ground with an audible, "clang". Splin gestured at it sharply with both of his hands with a frown.

Sharq pursed his lips and hummed as he stared up at the sky. "Alright, I'll come down."

Splin sighed in relief. "Thank y-"

"Through this awesome slide!" Sharq grinned then pushed forward.

"NO." The headphone Inkling groaned.

"Whee!" Sharq cheered, going down the slide.

As he descended down the slide creaked and started falling apart behind him. The ladder he had climbed detached from the side of the slide and slammed into the ground while the rest of the structure practically disintegrated at the speed it disassembled. Each time a part fell off, Sharq was bumped up into the air slightly with the river of blue that he had created, though he hardly seemed to notice and cheered regardless.

Splin, as he saw his friend slide down a death trap that really should have been taken care of by the Inkopolis Board of Safety, began sprinting to where he presumed was the exit of the slide. Splin followed Sharq as he swirled about in loops with gleeful laughs while he panicked below him. Skidding to a halt, what he saw next made him trip.

He lost balance and scratched his ankles on the pavement. "Ow."

Told ya.

The exit to the slide was partially dipped in a pool. This pool however was not filled with ink. The exit led to a body of water. The ink from the slide dripping in disintegrated immediately and faded in the liquid as if it were acid.

Splin cursed mentally and kicked at the ground. "Lucky us. That water will melt him if I don't do something."

Splin, eyes wide and heart(s) beating rapidly, got up off his knees and began to dart back and forth around the slide, looking for anything that could save Sharq's life while he continued to fall closer and closer to his demise. Turning his attention back to Sharq, everything seemed hopeless, until he saw something that gave him an idea. The areas Sharq was putting pressure on were loosening and falling off. Could he?

Turning back to the pool, he walked over, laid on his stomach and reached in.

"Gah!"

The water felt like a hundred needles piercing his hands. Despite the pain Splin, determined to save his friend, continued to reach out as the water stung, and started lifting the slide out of the water. Screws and bolts were being loosened, the slide started groaning in response to his pulling, until he managed to lift the end, onto the side of the pool, away from the water. The slide now curved to the point where Sharq couldn't drown! Splin felt pretty good, despite the stinging in his hands, until a realization hit him.

"What am I gonna catch Sharq with?"

He wondered, until Sharq came sliding down and hit him.

"Oof!" Sharq mumbled in surprise.

"Gah!" Splin cried out as he was squished.

"Oww… That felt…Great!" Sharq stated happily and dizzily. Shaking his head, he looked down. Briefly, he wondered why the ground was so soft.

Then he realized that his friend's back was definitely not ground.

"Oh! Hi Splin!" Sharq said stepping off of him.

"Ugh… Sharq?" Splin asked.

"Yeah?"

Splin picked himself off, dusted himself off, and grabbed Sharq by the shoulders. "Sharq, you're my brother." He stated.

"Yeah. I know that."

"Okay, good. But what I want to know is…" Splin put more pressure on Sharq, then stared him straight in the eyes, and shouted.

"YOU COULD HAVE BEEN SQUASHED BY THE SLIDE, FALLEN INTO A POOL OF WATER, OR WORSE. WHAT MADE YOU THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA?!"

Sharq recoiled, before answering, "I-It was pretty fun though."

Splin sighed and wrapped his arms around his brother's neck and nestled his head into his shoulder. "...I'm just glad you're safe. Cod, that was the craziest thing I've ever seen you do"

Sharq laughed. "Aw, don't worry about me Splin! Hey, next time, we can go down a slide together! It'll be-"

"Fun?" Splin asked, much to Sharq's surprise. Before his brother could say anything, Splin interjected, "Thought you might say that. Next time we go down a slide, it's gonna be that one." Both brothers turned their heads, looking at the still shining ink park across the street.

"Well, we're still in one piece! Whaddya say we get a bite to eat, eh?" Sharq jabbed him with his elbow.

Splin shrugged and raised his hands in defeat. "Alright, fine. But I'm choosing the joint we eat at. I don't want you to lead us to a place where they'll make sushi out of us or something"

With that, the two Inklings trudged home side by side as ink and metallic debris clattered on the ground behind them, but stopped when Splin's head and tentacle…hair rose as he perked up in realization. "I just realized something."

Yeah, I already wrote that.

"What?" Sharq asked curiously.

"Do you think..." Splin folded his arms and bit his lip. "Do you think that fiddling with the slide might have caused the rest of them to..."

Creeeeeeaaakk…

They both glanced behind them. Sure enough, the remnants of the slide they messed around with began to tip and fall towards another bunch of ink rides. Right before it did, Splin turned to his brother and cleared his throat.

"Run." Splin whispered with concern in his face.

Sharq laughed and laughed much to his brother's surprise, then stared back at Splin. He mirrored his serious expression. "Don't have to tell me twice!" Sharq yelled after him, as they simultaneously dashed away, the slide crashing behind them.

As they sprinted out of the park, the cacophony of glass that shattered, metal that clanged, and ink that splattered sounded off behind them. The brothers just picked up the pace, turned a corner, and fled from the park while they hoped that no one saw them as they ran.

AN: The Bate Bros. was an idea I had ever since Splatoon came out of two Inkling brothers going on adventures together. However, because I was slacking off, a bunch of other stories began doing similar things with their Inklings before I posted this story. Forgive me, fellow authors, if my story seems similar to yours. Anyways, this story was really more of a test, considering I took so long to get this one chapter out. I'd like to know what you people think of my story, and if I should continue the misadventures of Splin Bate and Sharq Bate. Until then however, I'd like to thank you all, this is ThePizza-LovingTurtle, thank you for reading this story.

Post-Story Completion Author's Note: I might tweak a few chapters in this story to make it look a little better; the characters will use better or more believable lines, a few of the references and jokes will be fixed to flow better or be removed so that the story can be enjoyed much more thoroughly. So any returning readers, if you see anything bizarre, that's me fiddling with the story again! Thanks for understanding!