Chapter 14: Cuts for Willie
Of course Tripp couldn't sleep over the thought that an octarian scum had access to Willie. And at any moment the octarian would probably attack Willie on the spot. Tripp was lying down in a pit of his own sweat. "What is it princess are you worried about your darling?" Missy teased. Tripp nodded. "Ha, what a loser!" Jerky exclaimed, burst into laughter. "I need to find her," Tripp said jolting out of his bed. "Wha- right now?" Missy asked, "It's too early," her tentacles flipped to his alarm clock that read 4:42 am in the display. Fine then I'll make a plan would that suit your fancy?" Tripp snarked. "Yes, very" Missy replied back with the same tone.
Tripp had a bulletin board full of pictures from his childhood and school. He swiftly emptied the bulletin board in his room of all its contents and started to map out a plan to eliminate the octarian scum. After he planned it he smirked to himself.
He has after all been following the pair for about three days he knows where they live now and could track their every movement if he so desired. "Damnit," he shouted. This great plan and I can't even put it into action until God knows when. Tripp started to leave cuts on himself for every day his beloved darling was in danger. The cuts totaled to 17 before one day he turned on the tv. He had a date and time to execute his plan. That was to kidnap the octarian during Splatfest, in one week.
He did prep like hell to make sure he had everything ready for the plan. He even practiced it one night during 3am when nobody was up. But of course he did leave more detailed cuts for the 7 days he couldn't save Willie from her personal hell. As much as he would like to they live in the plaza together where just about anybody could see him harm the 'hero' of Inkopolis.
It was the day before Splatfest. Tripp put his arm on the desk on his room. He started to leave little cut marks on his arm. "You're not doing it right," Jerky yelled. "I know," Tripp sighed. "Sometimes I pretend I'm prepping food and I'm cutting the fruit for the dish into slices like they do on tv." "What a dork" Missy teased. "You're not a fucking woman Tripp man the fuck up cut like you mean it!" Jerky demanded. Tripp made deeper slices and the blood from his arm traveled all along the desk. When Tripp stopped cutting he realized what a mess he made, "Shit! That's not gonna come out is it!" He said as he scampered for cleaning supplies. "Holy fuck Tripp you're acting like such a woman," Mossy commented rudely. "Such a pussy," Jerky added on. Tripp moaned and he somehow got most of the blood off of his desk. Then he decided to go to bed, he needed a lot of sleep for what he was going to do tomorrow
