Author's Notes:
Yes, I know. My other stories are pure GARBAGE. I wish I was better at writing then just hyperness. So I decided to try this. (Please don't be an epic fail) Okay now read the story.
The Journey: Chapter 1
Ashley's P.O.V
"Ashley... I think we're lost."
"No, we are not lost."
I was trying to encourage my best friend, Olivia, that we weren't lost. But to tell the truth, I was trying to encourage myself that we weren't lost too.
"I think we're going in circles." Olivia just wasn't confident enough. I could tell, because she was pulling at her bright blue hair. She looked very worried. I was worried too. I wanted to pull at my faded pink hair but I didn't. If I would have, Olivia would have noticed, and she would have panicked.
"Look, Olivia, it's getting dark. We should probably find shelter." "Okay, that sounds like a good idea. But where would we find a shelter?"
I pointed to a little shack. "What about that?"
She looked over there too. "Um... I don't know. It's kind of... falling apart."
I studied it some more. It was falling apart. Barely.
"It's barely falling apart, let's just go in."
"But what if we see an Octoling or something? It is Octo canyon after all."
That was true, but I tried to convince her otherwise. "But agent 3 and agent 4 both beat Octavio already! Why would they still mess with us? They probably already relocated to some other place."
"Maybe. But I'm still not sure."
I was already at the door. I opened it and it squeaked. Olivia flinched. I pushed it open even more and it kept squeaking. When it finally opened completely, I walked in. Olivia followed close behind. We looked around and there was wood everywhere. Once in a while some wood fell from the ceiling. There were unopened cans of paint on the ground, and some were opened, spilled on the ground. They were the same color as octoling ink. In the middle of the floor, there were two mattresses, stained with octoling ink. It started to pour down outside, so we had no choice but to stay inside.
Olivia's P.O.V
I was so worried. It started to rain out side, and I was worried that the shelter would fall apart completely. It was leaking too. "Ashley, I want to go home."
"We can't go home!"
Ashley is always one to tell the bad news. And good news. Basically any news except the stages for Turf Wars. Pearl and Marina tell the stages.
It was late so we had to go to bed. I had my splattershot close by, just in case. Me and Ashley both laid down on our mattresses, no blanket, pillow, or sheet. I was almost asleep, but then I heard footsteps,