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Her right pink sneaker slides backwards on the grass which tops were flat. Sweat starts coming down in few drops, passing even Grina's eyelids. The boy in the middle stepped forward, with his mouth downturned.
"Are you truly Greta Inkolina?" His left hand twisted around.
"NO!" Grina shakes her head rapidly. "NO, I SAID IT WRONG!"
Her left leg starts raising from the grass, moving slowly backwards.
Then, why your friend was trying to stop you?!
Grina's head turns over her right, as her irises bounced left and right.
"Who said that?!" She grits her teeth, her eyebrows went down, her arms rested on her chest.
I can recognize some parts of Greta's original voice in her tone!
She's Greta! Greta Inkolina is visiting our park!
Yeeeess! I can't believe she's back! All grown up too!
Suddenly, the crowd of Inkling rushed over the girl, with wide smiles on their faces and pronouncing her name many times. Grina turns behind, as her feet starts kicking the air while the breeze covered around her.
"NOOO! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Her head rose, her eyes closed, her eyebrows moved up again. "I'M NOT GRETA!"
Don't run away, Greta! We are your fans!
Come back, please!
Gretaaaa!
Opening her eyes, Grina tracked Bac which arms were wide open and his legs were bended. The girl turns to the right, while the boy starts running towards her just right after. He dived with his arms stretching towards her legs: she jumped, passing above him.
Don't leave your fans again, Greta! We are begging you!
Her eyes expanded: her legs were still kicking the air, as Grina was approaching the stone wall. Her arms stretched forward, a bit up, as her feet spring in the air: her hands grasped the edge and her feet kept stepping on the stone wall.
She lifts herself, as her hands quickly grasped the small brick wall's edge, lifting herself even more: her left knee impacted on the stone wall's edge, which a small yelp escaped her mouth. Stretching her arms a lot, Grina gradually tilts forward: she rolls in midair and lands on her back, as a snort leaves her mouth.
"Is this what the great Greta is doing to her fans? Running away like a monster?" The girl's arms stretched, her hands were pushing against the sidewalk. "… maybe. Maybe."
Grina stands up, starting to sprint across the road: a dark blue car stops, while the lights points her down and two car horn sounds got out of it.
"I always dreamed to meet the people who followed that dear show… what I want now is just to hang out with my friends."
The narrow path in the front was surrounded by two walls, both coming from a different building: a bad smell was coming out of it and soon, her eyes were seeing everything in a darker tone.
"Why that wish is so hard to achieve? It's not like I'm asking to get all the money in the world!"
Aluminum noises blasted throughout the area.
"I just want people to look at me and call me Grina! No mentions of my career, no mentions of a possible return… recently, it just became so impossible to reach! What I'm doing wrong?! What else I need to do in order to get back those awesome times?!"
Her sight was seeing a small part of the road.
"… no one seems to be coming… looks like there is only this nice shadow protecting me."
Another car passed by, zooming on the road. Her eyes were seeing a vague shape of a trash can on the ground, in a sideways position and an indescribable pile near it.
You don't have any idea how much ink we all cried, when we heard that Greta dropped everything…
A thump was heard, as her eyes went down.
I'm so sorry for making this job such a nightmare for you, my daughter... but before you leave, please let me do something to solve this! I mean, do you have any idea how many people will get so sad from the news?!
Her arms were hugging her knees.
Don't leave your fans again, Greta! We are begging you!
Her knees were pulled a bit more.
"Are there people who really cared about… me? Did my acting left that big of an impression?"
Her eyes stared back at the road.
"… even though I hated that job... I believed so much in that little show so praised by many."
She sighs loudly.
"Being with a group of friends, searching around for treasures and adventures… that's all I needed. No matter the garbage we would dig up, no matter the trouble we would get: it would have been something I would share with my friends. It would have composed the reason why we were friends to begin with."
A bit signs of water were formed in her sight.
"Friends… at the end, I escaped that job just to stay with my friends and share with them some junk… … instead, I'm just surrounded by junk."
The girl sniffs.
"No… no, this is not what I want!"
Her eyes rose back.
"So what, if the others know that I'm Greta Inkolina?! I would still refuse any stinkin' contract and keep living a normal life!"
She growls.
"How could I abandoned my best friend like this?! I… I-I'm not"
That's because you are a coward! Yes, a coward just like that Greta Loserina who decides to hide in the sewers, because she knows how easily she would had lost her face in front of the big budget movies!
"NO! I'M NOT A COWARD!"
Fast steps were heard coming from the shadow.
"Do you think that a bunch of fans are going to make me abandon my best friend?!"
Grina's legs were kicking, her feet were touching the sidewalk, her teeth were gritting, her eyebrows were down.
"… not even a chance."
Her fists were waving back and forth, her tentacles were swinging backwards: her knees bended, as she springs out of sidewalk, landing on the small brick wall. Her irises went down a bit, as they tracked down a crowd of Inklings: her arms opened, her smile grew.
"WHAT'S UP FRESH SQUIDS?!" She grins a bit. "ARE YOU READY FOR A NEW ADVENTURE?!"
Greta is back!
Greeeetaaaa!
She didn't left us!
Did you hear?! She made a reference of Ink, Turf, Splat!
Loud cheers were coming from their mouths, as forefingers were directly pointing down the girl. Grina bends down, as she jumps towards the ground, landing on her feet with her fingers touching the grass.
"Don't push around, get that map!" Her right fist moves up and down. "Once the Sun is set, we will do the Pirate Dance!"
Louder cheers were dominating on the passing car's engine noise: the Inklings rushed, with their smiling mouths reaching their cheeks. The girl's head kept turning left and right, as her ear was capturing many different words as well as her name.
Her hands were grabbed and pulled around, her feet kept dancing on the grass…
"SHUT THAT MUSIC, SQUIDS!"
Everyone turned their heads behind: instantly, Inklings moved on a side as Grina's irises were staring down at a Squid wearing a cap backwards, which had a small logo with the word reading Zekko in the middle. An Inkling girl was holding the Squid with both her hands, as the Squid's tentacles were wrapped around.
Grina grins a bit.
"Looks like we finally meet, Master Squid." She starts walking.
The Squid blushes a bit.
"You… you know my name?!" His irises shrunk a bit.
"Somewhat." She stops in front of him, as her hands were on her hips, with her mouth just smiling. "But before I keep on talking about that…" She closes her eyes, as she turns behind. "I'm sorry everyone, for running away like that." Her eyes opened. "I'm a newbie at meeting up with my fans."
Voices came from the divided crowd: all Inklings were smiling. Grina tilts her head to the left, as she grins widely and closes her eyes.
"Thank you so much for your support, Squids! You don't have any idea how much that means to me!"
They clapped their hands, all cheering down the girl. She turns behind, facing Master Squid with her eyes open.
"Now back to the awesome leader of Fresh Park!" She simply smiles. "Also known as the former leader of the previous fan club of Ink, Turf, Splat?"
"You even know that?!" He bends a bit forward.
"Yep!" Her eyes closed. "I may not really interact much with my fans, but I know one thing or two about their work!"
His eyes were getting a bit watery.
"… to think this isn't even my birthday…" His left tentacle rubs his left eye.
Bars walks over Grina's left side: she turns over him, closing her eyes.
"There you are, Barsy!" Her left hand patted his shoulder. "Where you have been?"
"Like, I tried to calm down everyone…" He chuckles a bit, with his right hand scratching the back of his head.
"Total genius!" Grina jumped a bit, with her hands clasped together. "You really did good, stopping the crowd for just a sec!"
"Ha ha! Come on, girl! Like, I didn't do a thing…" He blushes a lot.
Grina giggles a bit.
"Greta Inkolina…"
The girl returns to her right, watching Master Squid folding his tentacles.
"… thank you so much for paying a visit to us." He closes his eyes. "You just blasted me off to the Start Pad, with your presence!"
"That's a record: usually I blast people right on the Moon!" She chuckles a bit.
Loud laughs were heard for a moment.
"Who would have thought Greta is so forward even with the freshness?!" His right tentacle moved up and down, with his left tentacle just hanging down. "That's why Ink, Turf, Splat! will never get old: it's just the gold standard for any generations."
"Yes, it truly is…" She sighs loudly. "A shame it got cancelled: it was a show full of magic all around! I wasn't even thinking to act, when I stepped up on the Pirate House: it was full of good memories, all those fun times when work wasn't pressing me as much… no actually, if it wasn't for the Pirate House, I would have been splatted sooner!"
"Would you like to see our Pirate House…?" He whispered a bit.
Grina's mouth was left open.
"Well, of course it isn't exactly like the original and it may be a bit dusty…" His irises moved to the right. "… but I wouldn't be able to sleep, if I would see nothing in its place. Actually, just the idea of seeing you knowing about this is already"
"Bring me there, Master Squid." Her eyes sparkled. "I want to dream again."