Chapter 1: Rebirth
Disclaimer: Splatoon belongs to Nintendo, I own nothing but the OC's.
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20 years before the events of Splatoon...
Struggling to stay alive, to complete his one last notable mission. Alas it was to no avail, his strength swiftly fleeting, he resigned in defeat. Knowing this was the end, our protagonist loathingly gave in to his fate. And so drawing his last breath, the world was enveloped in darkness.
'...'
'...hm? This is weird?'
'Am I dead?'
Deprived of his senses; fear, confusion, and questions spawned. Was he dead, and if not, then what? Then amidst the chaotic imaginations and theories that unfolded in his mind, the sudden intervention of noise grabbed his attention. At first faint, but steadily grew; becoming a constant, rhythmic beat akin to footsteps. At this thought relief showered over his body. But as interested as the Rookie was, he couldn't ignore the small feeling of doubt, the unavoidable suspicion and question within into him, "Who is it, and are they a threat?" Whatever the answer may be, and as far as he was concerned; he may be in danger and that this could be the only chance of assistance ever provided. And so the Rookie attempted to call out for help, but unfortunately, that ended in failure as the dreadful reality of the situation dawned down upon him. The Rookie was unable to speak; and so all he could do now...was wait.
That was until he felt an odd sensation upon his face. At first it felt like a poke; yet oddly wet and slightly cold, which quickly increased to an onslaught.
Quickly realizing that this was rain, he couldn't help but be confused. With further questions running amok in his mind; he quickly calmed himself, which allowed him to catch a few more details as to his surroundings. Focusing back on the footsteps, he noticed the pace quickened with the sound of feet contacting mud, and heavy breathing inches from his face. He also noted he was being carried and wrapped in a soft, warm material.
Most importantly, and quite oddly, the Rookie couldn't help but harbor a sense of safety. Strange, who is this person?
After some time passed, he felt the mysterious figure slow down to a walk, then a complete stop. Feeling that the downpour has ceased, but could still hear the sound of rain, he surmised that they may be under some cover.
With the heavy breathing of the mysterious figure still audible, the Rookie was suddenly lowered and laid down gently. Confused further as to what is transpiring, he hesitated whether to open his eyes and see for himself. His attention was caught however as the rustling of paper and metal could be heard, which soon a slight pressure weighed in on his chest. This only feed his curiosity and lessen his hesitation.
As the Rookie's bravery built itself further, he heard the ringing of a doorbell. Which soon instigated a small sense of worry. But slightly relaxed as the mysterious figure spoke, unlocking another piece to the puzzle. It was a woman, her voice soft, and enchanting; but strangely hurried, scared even... why would that be? His concern grew with what she said.
"My child, my sweet child. I am so sorry that I must leave you... I love you."
Throwing caution to the wind, it was now or never. Opening his eyes, the Rookie's gaze was greeted by a dark, hooded silhouette. However... what surprised him was not his apparent inability to discern the figure's face. But rather their eyes, they were golden with rectangular pupils.
Caught off guard, he opened his mouth to respond. What came forth were not the words of a fully developed human being in their twenties. But rather the blurted cries of a toddler. This startling development served only to prompt further cries of distress.
The figure only looked towards the child with soft stares of sadness, which quickly turned resolute. Covering her offspring's face a bit more; she stood straight, then swiftly turned and vanished into the dark, dreary storm.
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Geographical Area: Octo-valley
Habitation Dome : Z (slums)
Day/Time: Night/2:30 am
Artificial Weather: Rainstorm
Dome Integrity: Poor
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"Sir, Dome Z is in critical condition, I advise commencing a repair operation."
"No."
"Then permission to evacuate the residents?"
"Permission denied."
"Sir?"
"Resources are scarce and whatever's left is reserved for Dome A; not to mention our forces are stretched thin as it is. Besides... with them gone, we'll have less mouths to feed."
"...understood sir."
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Meanwhile at an orphanage...
It was dark and quiet, the sounds of rain outside only proved this point. And the lone witness was the owner of the orphanage: a large, red and white tentacle creature with green eyes, purple lips, two tentacle arms, all while being carried by two comically short and skinny legs. This absurd creature was leisurely walking to the kitchen to partake in a 'little' midnight snack. However just before arriving to it's destination, the doorbell rung. Curious and confused, it proceeded towards the doorway.
Exactly who could that be at such a late hour? Especially in this raging storm?
Nearing the front door, the cries of a child invaded the tentacle's, uh... nonexistent ears. With concern now taking root and growing, it quickened it's pace. Opening the door, it was greeted only by the dark, ferocious storm. Quickly scanning the area, the only signs of life it discovered were of a crying infant in a basket, wrapped from head to toe in a rose red cloth. Gently picking up the orphaned child, it looked back towards the bleak landscape once more for few seconds longer before closing the door.
As soon as the tentacle brought the child inside, it noticed an envelope. Opening the envelope's contents, it contained a bronze necklace, as well as a note. But with the child continuing to cry, the tentacle settled with reading the note at another time. With care, it removed the basket and cradled the orphan in it's tentacle arms. It cooed in an attempt to pacify the distressed infant.
The disturbed child's cries dyed down with surprising ease, and with a tinge of curiosity, carefully removed whatever cloth covered the infant's face. And with all the assurance in the world, 'surprised' was an understatement for how the tentacle felt at that moment.
"By octopus almighty!"
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Conclusion of Chapter 1.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and once again, any advice and constructive criticism for improvement is very welcomed.