Several weeks later
Lee awakes. He stretches and yawns. He rubbed his eyes and headed for the guest shower. He stripped down and washed himself. He dried off and the brushed his teeth. Afterwards, he looked for something to comb his hair with. He found nothing. He checked everywhere, yet nothing appeared. He dug through his pocket to find only his useless American money. In his other pocket, he found a comb...and a key. Both had something engraved in.
"COMMONS INC." Lee spoke to himself.
Lee had another flashback. He was looking at a picture with the words, 'COMMONS INC.' wrote on the back. The man from Lee's earlier flashback held his hand out, as Lee placed the picture into the man's hand.
"This is Commons Inc, where we invent ways to better help the human race's survival. Not just things like a phone or computer or products such a toothpaste, combs, and keys, but other technology specified to fight diseases, protect civilians, and make our world today safer and more productive. We are the leading factor of how humans worldwide survive through pains and suffering from natural disasters and criminal activities, Eel."
"When was it founded?" Eel asked.
"Well son, I founded and mainly funded this company several years ago, in 2013. As I see it, this company will never be brought down, so long as there are people needing to be healed." The man said.
"What if you helped everyone in the world until they were healed?" Eel asked.
"Impossible, Eel. As long as there are people on Earth and people being born, this company will not be discontinued." The man said.
The flashback ended. Lee sighed. He felt that with every flashback, his grief would grow stronger.
Lee was about to cry until he heard his door being knocked on.
"Lee! You up yet?!" Callie yelled.
Lee put on his underwear, walked out of the bathroom and opened the door to find Callie and Marie. Oddly, their tentacles on top of their heads were packed in, as if hair undone in the morning.
"You need something?" Lee asked.
Callie and Marie slightly blushed when Lee stepped out with only underwear on.
"No, but we just wanted to invite you personally." Marie said.
"To what?" Lee asked.
"To the next splatfest!" Callie said, excitedly.
The sisters' handed Lee the invitation. It read how the splatfest theme would be about gaming. Console vs Personal Computer. This splatfest will be tournament based, with 24 contestants of each team will compete. The 24 contestants of each team will be decided by rank of no less than A+, and then a drawing of each contestant's given number after the qualifying rounds. Remember, there are only two teams, with each team having 6 sections, seperated by an assigned letter. Only Splatfest competitors and paying spectators allowed. Starts July|21|12016. Go to Inkopolis Center for more information.
"That'll be fun to watch." Lee said.
"Yep. Callie and I will have a great time watching it in a few months.' Marie said.
"And we're hoping you'd be interested to compete." Marie said.
"But, it's the Splatfest. The best players will be there." Lee said.
"We know. And you're one of them." Callie said, as she playfully poked Lee.
"All I have is brass knuckles." Lee said.
"We tried to get Sheldon to make better weapons for you, but he's still bankrupted, kind of." Marie said.
"But hey, those brass knuckles are good enough. This Splatfest has no weapon restrictions." Callie said.
"Well, I'm not sure." Lee said.
"The grand prize is 1,000 dollars PER member of the winning section and a bottle containing a message lost over 12 thousand years ago." Callie said.
Lee knew that around that time was the death of his race, so he figured this prize could help him unlock some memories of his past.
"Alright, I'm up for it." Lee said.
"Although, practice makes perfect. Before this splatfest, you will need to train. And maybe some new clothes are in order." Marie said.
"What's wrong with this?" Lee asked, pointing at his clothes.
"It's stained with blood." Marie said.
"That's blood?! I thought it was a part of the design!" Callie said, in horror.
"Don't worry, it is just a little blood." Lee said.
"Callie isn't fond of seeing blood." Marie explained.
"Oh." Lee said.
"Who would?! It's so disgusting! Anyways, getting new clothes would be a good idea. Those clothes are so 12 centuries ago." Callie said.
"I'll look into it. Anyways, I should start my training right anyway." Lee said.
"You're gonna need professional training. We happen to know someone." Marie said.
"Who?" Lee asked.
"An old military soldier." Callie said.
"A military soldier?" Lee asked.
"Yep. He even led a regiment." Marie said.
"In what war?" Lee asked.
"Squid against Octopus." Callie said.
"Isn't that like a racial war?" Lee asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I...guess? Anyways, we should take you to him. We haven't seen our grandpa in some time." Marie said.
"The soldier's your grandfather?" Lee asked.
"Yes. He may be old, but he is able. So hurry up and get ready. We will leave when we fix our hair." Callie said.
"Ok." Lee said, as he closed the door.
One hour later, Lee, Callie, and Marie left to Inkopolis Center.
"Ok Lee. He should be around here somewhere." Callie said.
They all searched for the old man. Soon enough, the old man popped out of a manhole and greeted them.
"Captain Cuddlefish!" The sisters said, as they hugged their grandpa.
"Hello, Callie and Marie. It's been a while." Cuddlefish said.
"It has. Grandpa, we have a favor we need from you." Callie said.
"Yes?" Cuddlefish asked.
"You know about the upcoming Splatfest?" Marie asked.
"Yes. What about it?" Cuddlefish said.
"Well, Lee was going to participate in it, but he needs better training. So would you train him in fighting?" Marie said.
"For my grandchildren, I will. Don't you think he should master all types of weapons also? It IS Splatfest." Cuddlefish said.
"No. I will be fighting in Splatfest with brass knuckles." Lee said.
"You're gonna use such crude, blunt weapons to kick ass, eh? Respectable choice. I can see by the blood on your clothing that you are a warrior." Cuddlefish said.
"Well, I wouldn't consider myself so. I don't remember how I got the blood on my clothes. I had them ever since I awoke in the alley about a month or so." Lee said.
"No matter. There'll be bloodshed once you fight in Splatfest and then you'll be a true warrior." Cuddlefish said, calmly.
Lee felt that the war has demented Cuddlefish's mind. He dismissed the thought, as he cared about his training even more. The sisters left as Lee's training was about to begin.
"Now, first things first. I have some questions about you amd your human history." Cuddlefish said.
"I don't remember much, except now that I am a cyborg made from a dead child's body, a man's brain, and some technology keeping me alive." Lee said.
"Sounds badass." Cuddlefish said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Nothing creeps you out, huh?" Lee asked.
"Son, I've killed countless and made toys out of dead bodys to irritate my enemies." Cuddlefish said.
"...I guess that's a no." Lee said.
"Well, now let's start with some stretching, followed up with a warmup of 100 pushups, 200 situps, 50 chin touches, and a 5 mile run. Afterwards, we will go to the gym for weight lifting." Cuddlefish said.
Hello everyone. I was a little late with this chapter, but don't worry, I am finished with it and am currently working on the next few. Please stay patient. Thanks.