[Hey! Welcome to a fic about an OC I thought about at 3am in the morning. I've also been writing this a 3am so my gramma is going to be awesome. It gets better I assume so stick around? Set before Splatoon 1.]
[Splatoon is owned by Nintendo.]
The world was dark when she first opened her eyes. The world around her had been shadowed off, forbidden to see by normal sight; only her implanted knowledge told her what was beyond her grasp. Her world wasn't stripped of noises as off in the distance muffled shouting and heavy machinery moving to and from could be heard attending to the outside. She heard her breathing echo back into her mind. She was alive.
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She couldn't move. Her body was so new and fresh to the world that it couldn't put up a struggle to escape what was trapping her. She lightly moved her tentacles around her container, tapping on different sounding materials around her. One section towards her face made a chinking noise while the rest made clanging noises, those she could tell where much stronger. She tried pushing with all the force she could on the chinking noise but it didn't budge. She knew there was no escape yet and lay still with her thoughts and mind thinking of the outside.
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She didn't have a grasp of time yet so she wasn't sure when she could hear the barks of commands getting closer to her. The movement of marching feet filled the air as it would come and go, stopping in time. It drew closer and closer towards her before it stopped once more. This was the first time she ever felt the emotion fear. A blasting light shone directly through the chinking side, blinding her and forcing her body to recoil as much as it could. Many shouts and quickened steps surrounded her location, clearly intrigued by their find. More lights blared into her eyes as the chatter grew louder and louder. She thought she was turning blind by all the lights until they suddenly stopped and all fell quiet around her. Nothing was moving and it was starting to scare her. While the steps and voices were no longer, the sound of a machines rumbling engine drew closer before the voices and movement started once more. The sound of clanging and scrapping was heard from underneath as she was thrusted backwards to the containers wall. The machines beeping and revving engine was deafening and disorientating as she felt her body giggle up and down. She had no idea what was happening.
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The machine finally reached a halt and she once more felt her body fall towards the backside of her container. The chinking side layed upwards staring into the nothingness as the machines engine died off and the shouts re-emerged from the distance. Scuffling sounds surrounded her before a loud popping noise followed by creaking entered her confinement. A blast of heat hit her body as tentacles grabbed at any of her limbs they could get ahold of. She was thrusted out of her container, causing her to fall flat onto the ground. She felt a change develop around her and forced herself to take her first steps.
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Tinted green eyes stared at her, watching her struggle moving independently. The eyes didn't intervene until they felt she could walk better on her own before sending tentacles back on her limbs. The tentacles owners lifted her over their heads and carried her towards an operating building nearby. The buildings inside was lightly lit and was mainly painted a white tinge slowly deteriorating. She turned her body slightly in their grip to see the things carrying her. Large red tentacles with legs held her up high as they waited for permission to place her down. It didn't take long and she was forced upon a table. A different walking tentacle wearing all white and a mask entered the room and quietly examined her body. It gave off a humming noise before leaving shortly. It returned with two others similarly dressed, each holding something in their tentacles. They gave a motion to the carriers and they held her down. The two new tentacles that entered poked and prodded her body before slowly attached items they were carrying to her body. The weight was felt across her body, it made her feel uneasy trying to breathe. The last tentacle reached for her face and shoes that it held goggles of a silver tint and very carefully slid them on. At first she didn't realise the change it brought, she thought it only helped her see; but slowly she felt her mind slipping, her thoughts stopping, the orders entering.
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Date: xx/xx/xx
Doctors report: Maryll Zol
Patient: Newly registered 5H31L. Found in pod outside of unregistered shipment docking in the newest dome to lose power.
Purpose of report: 5H31L shows no signs of abnormally against other octolings except creation in pod. Body weight in range, eye sight regular, colouring correct. No major deformities. Showed no signs of struggling when placing equipment. Should be sent to training grounds as soon as pickup arrives. Suggest being trained individually as patient showed no signs of being sociable or able of communicate. Should start an investigation on found area if any free resources are available.
Signed: Maryll Zol
[rip octoling.]