Ink Notice: A Splatoon Fanfiction

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Splatoon is created by Nintendo and is owned by Nintendo. I do not own Splatoon, nor do I use this Fanfic as profit.

-Celebrations-

One day.

That's all it took to take me down and make me the most dangerous criminal to other agents like me. After I had singlehandedly stopped the Octarians' cruel leader, DJ Octavio, I was branded and labelled as a traitor, and then my history was inked.

My name… I'm better known to you all as Agent 3, from the Squidbeak Unit. My story starts at the moment I defeated Octavio, his machine of war destroyed at my hands. The explosion was great, covering a large area of the arena I had battled. We had won the war against the Octarians. I was revered as a hero to the agents that were involved in the efforts to battle the Octarians. However, the people of Inkopolis didn't know that we had all just averted a war that almost broke out on a global scale for them. We all agreed that nobody ever know about our deeds, and if they did, deny everything that they had to say. After I destroyed the Octarian forces and recovered our power supply, The Great Zapfish, Captain Cuttlefish himself thanked me for saving the city, the whole speech. After all was said and done, I headed back to Inkopolis, trying to shift my mindset to just an ordinary inkling boy. After I popped up out of the hatch, I went back to my villa, admiring what I had bought with my own two hands. Heading inside, I admired my décor, knowing that everything was just as it should be.

A noise.

It was soft and almost inaudible, but to my trained senses from fighting Octolings, I had heard it and immediately went into my battle stance, waiting for whatever was in my home. I walked silently, making sure to make as little noise as possible to know where my assailant was. It wasn't long before I located the source of the noises from my kitchen, which was a strange place for someone to be, but still, someone was in my home. I hid behind a corner leading into the kitchen, and tried to listen if they were talking. I couldn't hear anything, rather, there were other sounds instead. I don't remember employing someone to cook in my house, I liked to live alone by myself. I heard nothing else, and decided to risk looking around the corner. I saw nothing, just my stove was on with a pot that was boiling, which I don't remember doing. In fact, I don't remember leaving the stove on. I looked around the kitchen, trying to see if there were any signs that someone was here after all. I saw nothing, but my tripwires to see if anyone had come inside my home was broken. They were broken. Someone was definitely in my home. I drew my weapon, a simple revolver given to me as thanks from Sheldon, the shop owner of Ammo Knights. I stepped ever more slowly, trying to hide my presence to the enemy. I heard a breath, a little more than a whisper, and I knew that the enemy was hiding behind my kitchen table. I was about to step out and shoot, when two figures popped up, surprising me with a yell.

"SURPRISE, AGENT 3!"

The two figures were Agents Callie and Marie, both supporting me when I fought Octavio. How could I forget? It was my birthday today. So that's what this all was. I completely forgot that I had my birthday to be on this one day. But wait, there was more!

"SURPRISE!"

Countless agents, all good people who aided me in the battle against the Octarians, had popped up to surprise me on this good day. I hid my face a little, embarrassed that such good people would come to spend their day with me. Callie and Marie had put an arm on me, wanting to celebrate with me. I looked to the room of people around me; each of them hailing from different units alike. Squidbeak, Splat Apprehension Squad or SAS, the Elite 10, and Octolings. Yes, Octolings. It would seem that some Octolings hated the reign of Octavio, and decided to defect to the other side, and fight for us. As I saw all the familiar faces around me, I felt myself going warm from the feeling of happiness of being with my comrades-no, my friends. Callie took out the cake for commemorating the event, and we all had a piece of it, then moving on to other assortments of dessert, starting with Octo Pie. While everyone was chatting and lounging around, I decided to take my thoughts to my patio, where it overlooked most of the suburbia in Inkopolis. I knew I should have felt happy, heck even gleeful, but in the back of my mind, there was a lingering thought that something was going to go wrong. Being an Agent, you are trained to fight at a moments' notice, reflexes to be sharper than the enemy. After a mission, you don't really get to relax, as you don't get to shrug off the paranoia of being watched, especially for espionage missions, which are my specialty. I took a deep breath and felt the cool breeze on my face, relaxing me. I heard the door open, and saw one of the Octolings looking for me. She saw me, and decided to sit down next to me.

"Tiring day, Agent 3?" She asked.

"Yeah…"

"Want to talk about it?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

She knew that something else was on my mind, as she was usually intuitive about such things. Knowing that there was something else, she put her head on my shoulder, trying to relax on me. However…She knew that I was weak to having someone lean on my shoulder, and trying to get me to talk about whatever was on my mind. I tried to be nonchalant about it, but her tentacles went to move my face to her, trying to spill what I had.

"Agent 3…I've known you for a couple of months now, and I know there's something on your mind. Tell me what's wrong."

I blushed, being so close to her face with mine. If someone were to come out now, they would think that I was…well, you know. I stammered, not knowing what to do for this kind of moment. I sighed, finally cracking under her gaze.

"Alright fine… just, don't tell anyone else, alright Octavia?"

Octavia was somewhat close to me, as a comrade. However, she seemed to develop feelings for me, but our laws say that I cannot court an Octarian, as it would make problems for our kind. She ignored those laws anyways, and decided to stick with me, thinking that she wanted to be more than a friend to me. I turned her offer down respectfully, as girls were like Krakens if you angered them, Octarian or Inkling, really.

"It's just… I'm paranoid about the days after defeating Octavio, you know? I keep feeling that something is going to go wrong for me, and that I'm going to get hurt or something."

Octavia was indeed worried for me, as my mind wasn't the best of states right now. In the past few months I've known Octavia, she has gotten much closer to me, more so than a comrade. I hoped that she would be able to help me, but for now, we both went back into the fray of the party, but not before Octavia had given me a kiss.

"H-Hey! You know what our laws dictate! Don't you-"

"Oh screw the laws, Agent 3. I love you for who you are, and no law is going to stop me."

"Agh... Fine, Octavia."

"Good. Now we can head back inside."

The two walked back inside, basking in the warm atmosphere of the house, and having a generally good time. It would seem that good times were rolling, and nothing would stop these people from celebrating.