A/N: (Me) HAHAHA!
(DJ Octavio) What's up?
(Me) It's time to dig up Antonio's past and show how weak he is! What do you think?
(DJ Octavio) Not bad. Let's show those slimy hipster fossils that the Octarian Menace is SUPREME!
(Both of us) MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Chapter 10: An Omega To The Past (Part 1)
Disclaimer: As usual, the Octarian Menace owns everything. HAIL OCTAVIO!
Lights flashed around me and I was in this strange blue and black void.
Am I dead? I asked, while drifting around.
Not yet. I then recognized my father's voice. You are on the verge of death, yet you still refuse to die. That makes me know that you really are a true warrior.
It still doesn't explain the void. I replied.
My father sighed. Have or have you not heard of the tunnel before death? This is a version of sorts.
My body went rigid. You know of this place, because you went through here?!
I heard a sigh. It was strange, so I'll answer as a yes and a no.
I shook my head. That doesn't make sense.
Some things don't make sense until you re-experience them. My father replied. Search your memories, then answer that question.
I then promptly blacked out. When I woke up, I saw that I was in a hospital. I was floating around the ceiling, and I saw a green-tentacled inkling woman sitting on a hospital bed. A bright-blue tentacled inkling man was sitting next to her, and they had a small lime-colored squid in their arms.
I shot back in the room. Wait, that was me?
My father chuckled. You were so cute back then. Then again, you can't really be cute and a rugged squad leader at the same time.
I then blacked out, only to wake up in a small town. I then saw a young inkling fighting another inkling boy with sticks.
That was the day I met Matthew. I remembered.
"Ha, I win!" The younger version of myself said while grinning.
"Just because you took out my shticks, don't mean you won!" Young Matthew exclaimed. He then grabbed my stick and gently pushed me to the ground.
Young Antonio laughed. "Okay, now you won. But I'm not letting you win juss yet!"
I blacked out again, only to wake up in a classroom.
Wait, don't tell me this is the day that we ended up with that grouchy teacher in third grade, right? I asked.
I heard my father chuckle. To this day, I won't forget about that.
"Alright class, draw whatever you want." The grouchy teacher sighed. While everyone began murmuring about what they would draw, I pulled out my pencil and began drawing a picture of my father, holding his family sword.
Hey dad, what happened to the family sword? I asked.
Ah. The Cobalt Dawn. My father replied. To be honest, I'm not sure what became of it.
I groaned. Well, so much for crushing the Octarians with it.
Young Antonio was almost finished drawing the brave expression on my father's face before my teacher snatched it up. I gulped in fear, wondering why my drawing was taken.
"Why are you drawing this?" The teacher asked. "You aren't supposed to be drawing this."
"Well, excuse me, but you never said what to draw!" Young Antonio replied.
The teacher then took my drawing. "Can't you draw something like a rainbow?" She complained.
Young Antonio began to stand up. "Well, I don't remember you telling me what to draw!"
At this point, the rest of the class started to look.
"Stop bothering the teacher, she's right and you're not!" One girl said.
"Pardon me, princess, but I think that someone has a right to their opinion." Young Matthew shot back.
My teacher got extremely mad at this point. "ANTONIO, MATTHEW, DETENTION, NOW!"
Wow, teaching standards really have changed over the past few years. My father replied.
To this day, it's an inside joke about getting detention in third grade. I joked. Either you were seriously messed up in the head, or the teacher hated you for no reason.
I promptly blacked out, and woke up in the detention room of the school.
Young Antonio and Young Matthew then saw another student. While the teacher stepped out of the room, they turned around to the other boy, who pulled out a notepad.
"Hey, what did you do to land in here?" Young Antonio asked. "I got sent here for a drawing with my daddy holding the family sword. Apparently the sub wanted me to draw something 'peaceful'."
"Well, clearly this school doesn't want us to achieve our full potential at a younger age." The boy replied. "I clearly did nothing wrong, but if you count reading a history book on the Great Turf War wrong, then I did something wrong."
"Geez, the teachers really hate us here, don't they?" Matthew asked.
"No kidding. By the way, the name's Logan." Young Logan then said.
I blacked out again, then to wake up in the woods nearby.
"Hey Logan, you said that it's possible for us to be safe without food here?" Young Antonio asked.
"If you look closely, there's actually a lot we can eat." Young Logan replied. "Now, if you look for food you know, there's not that much. See, I read a book on what we can eat, but I think that we're gonna need to build a shelter first."
Well, I think that your camping didn't bust, right? My father asked.
Well, we all got a cold from sleeping outside, so maybe it was a bust? I replied.
Then, two Octopi fell out of a tree that Young Matthew was climbing for fruit.
"Uhh, guys?" Young Matthew asked. "I think we've got company."
"Sophie, you airhead!" One of them yelled. "We landed in an inkling training camp! We're gonna die because you couldn't balance yourself!"
"Well, I was getting tired, is that a problem?" Young Sophie asked.
"Yes, it is!" Young Jolie yelled.
"Hey, is there a problem that I can help you with?" Young Antonio asked.
"I doubt that you'd help, inkling scum." Young Jolie said, balling her fists. "Now, prepare for a fight you'll never forget…"
A/N: (Me) Muahaha! Let's see how it ends for our "heroes" next time!
(DJ Octavio) Nice job. Keep up the great work stopping them!
(Me) Aw shucks DJ, I'm just doing what you tell me to do.
(My Mind) Urgh! I don't have much time left before I become a complete servent to DJ Octavio! Review, favorite, follow, or PM me if you want to save me! Hurry! I don't have much time left!
P.S: Sorry for the low word count this time. I had lots of schoolwork to do.