Miss Dork: Time skip powers GO!

Spyke leaned against the wall, waiting for his customer to come by. "For the love of! Where is this kid at!" Spyke was becoming impatient. It was turning to the colder seasons and so the weather was more chilly. Spyke didn't like the cold that much. Even with all of his spikes and a jacket on, which he found he could still feel the cold around him. "H-Hey!" Spyke turned to see an inkling walking toward him. "Finally. Look I found the shoes you wanted. Took forever to find them." Spyke leaned forward and picked up a pair of sneakers. The inkling was a yard away from him. "How much i-is it?" The inkling was stuttering. "About 6,000 gold." "Six thousand gold! But I barely got to 12K!" The inkling complained. "Well you want them or not? I can't give these back and you can't get anything else unless you take it!" Spyke told the inkling. "Alright. Here!" The inkling hand Spyke the money and Spyke gave him his shoes. "Wait a minute, why doesn't it have those abilities that the other guy had!?" "I never promised that mate." With that, the inkling left. Spyke smiled. "'Bout time, I can finally get out of this cold alley." Spyke happily admitted. He took off and walked out into the plaza. Nothing new was going on. Just cold temperatures. No one had ink battles in this weather. Unless you wanted the ink to freeze. Across the street, Spyke could see Strawberry inside Ammo Knights. She was chatting with Sheldon about something. Spyke walked in and stopped their conversation.

Strawberry waved to Spyke and picked up her blaster from the counter. "Thanks Sheldon. See you later!" She gave him a smile before running to Spyke's side. Then they both started walking back home. Back to their shack. "How did the trade go?" Strawberry asked. "Alright I guess, but I hate this cold." Spyke said. Strawberry smirked. "What should we do now?" Spyke asked his companion. Strawberry tapped her chin and then pointed her blaster at him. She had been modifying it over the few years. "Ink battle?" She offered. "If you try to have an ink battle in this weather, the ink will freeze. It hard enough to make money in this weather." Spyke said. "Well I can't find a battle until spring comes again. Like every year." Ever since Strawberry became old enough to fight in team ink battles, she had been making money like wild fire. Battle after battle, everyday. Of course it wasn't enough to get anything great. They still had the shack, they just bought food and other things with the money. Whatever else that couldn't be bought, they stole it. Strawberry wasn't so proud of stealing. Neither was Spyke. But they needed it, because in the winter that's when Strawberry can't battle. No battles, less gold earned. "Well I don't want frozen ink stuck in my spikes. Especially with ink that you tampered with." "Hey! It's the only way to make it slow, slime and paint works perfectly!" Strawberry defended herself. Spyke gave her a small shove, and then Strawberry laughed. But then, her laughter stopped. Spyke right away noticed something was wrong and he looked ahead. Up ahead there was a small inkling boy, around the age of 7. He was running with all his might. Behind him were three inklings way older and taller than himself. The three were about the age of Spyke and Strawberry, 13 years old. "Where ya goin' tike! We ain't done playing with you yet!" One of the three inklings shouted to the one they were chasing after. Spyke recognized him. So did Strawberry. It was one of the bullies that messed with Spyke back when. They hadn't seen him for years. The young inkling spotted Spyke and Strawberry and ran to them. The inkling hid behind them. "Help me!" The inkling begged the both of them. Spyke braced himself for what was going to happen next. The other inkling caught up to them. The green one only smirked.

"Well, well, ain't it Spyke the tike! And his freak friend. Long time no see." He said to them. Strawberry grit her teeth. "What do you think you're doing to this kid! If anyone is the freak here it's you guys!" Strawberry said to them. "Please, we watched the news. Your parents are in prison right? A bunch of scum." The inkling cackled. Strawberry looked hurt, and this made Spyke ever so angry. "Listen mate! I've met her parents and they are a lot better than any of your parents are!" Spyke shot back. "Oh you've met her parents! For what? Their blessing! Ha!" Spyke blushed slightly and glared at them. Strawberry let the kid to escape and took a step forward. She pulled out her blaster and pointed it at them. "Do you wanna be frozen to this pavement bud? Huh?" She asked him. The inkling didn't flinch. "Hey, if you wanna have an ink battle with us, then enter in the tournament!" Strawberry quirked her brow. "Tournament?" She repeated. "Cove, give them a flyer." The green inkling ordered. One of his minions handed him a flyer and he gave it to Strawberry. Strawberry read it out loud.

"Test your trust and your skills in the Tournament Shell Rusher. Teams of two to three will fight in a battle royale in an arena. Any ink blaster is allowed, the tournament sign up dates are anytime during this winter, and will begin on the first day of spring. Dare to enter?" Strawberry looked back up at the inkling. "Last team standing gets a prize. A medallion, and brand new Aerospray MG. In gold." Strawberry scoffed and shoved the flyer into her pocket. "If you wanna fight us, do it there. We're entering and we are gonna win." The inkling bragged. "Get out of my sight." Strawberry told them. They left without a word.

Strawberry was staring up at the ceiling, thoughts flowing in and out of her head. She was holding the flyer in her hands. Spyke was at the table, trying to take a snail out of it's tiny shell. "What if we entered in the tournament?" Strawberry asked out loud. Spyke didn't bother to look up from the snail. "You'll win, but with me I won't stand a chance." He answered. Strawberry sat up and said, "But I could teach you how to win," She jumped down from the bunk bed and dropped the flyer onto the table. "what you do think?" She asked him. Spyke looked up from the snail and at her. "I want to beat those bullies into the ground too, but there might be fifty other teams we have to go against just to find them! I don't know." Spyke said while he picked the snail out of the shell. Strawberry turned away before Spyke could eat it. "I could cover you, and you'll just assist me with the target. This could be fun." Strawberry reassured. Spyke sighed and smiled. "You really do want to enter in this thing, don't cha?" Spyke smirked as Strawberry shook her head. "Alright, where do we start?" Spyke asked. "We need to figure out what type of blaster you can use best. I think you might be more of a sniper." Strawberry said. She then picked up her own blaster and gathered up several parts. "I can make one for you, and I can also make mine with a bit more range. This is gonna be awesome!" Spyke stood back as he watched his friend go to work. She had pieces of paper by her, already writing notes and drawing sketches. He couldn't help but smile.

"Ready! Aim! Fire!"

Just within five days Strawberry had built a small training course on the rooftop and the buildings around them. She set up targets high and low or cardboard cut outs of inklings and had made a charger for Spyke.

Spyke on the other hand was having a hard time aim and shooting. He aimed up at a target, shot it, but his hands were moving the charger too much and moved it out of place. It missed big time. "Spyke! You need to keep your hands steady! If they're shaking it's not going to be a good shot!" Strawberry advised him. "I know, it's just tough. You had years to practice this, I've only had like wot, two weeks!" Spyke's accent came out in a voice crack. Strawberry sighed. "We still have time for you to train. Just keep it up, and I'll work out the kinks." Strawberry loaded up her splatling and pointed it at the target Spyke missed. She hit it dead center. Spyke straightened up and got ready to aim again. "Ready?" Strawberry asked. Spyke nodded his head.

Strawberry was walking from booyah base, she had picked up a head band for Spyke at Cooler Heads and as usual in winter, it was cold as ice. "Hopefully with this he can aim just a bit better." Strawberry commented before putting the headband away and pulling up her bandana to cover her mouth. Spyke wouldn't be back to the shack in an hour so she had time to prep for the next training session. 'If we want to win the tournament, we need to be prepared.' She thought.

"Hey Octarian!"

Strawberry stopped dead in her tracks. She knew who that voice belonged to, and it came from behind her. She grabbed her splatling and turned around. It was the green inkling again, this time he had his blaster pointed at her. "What do you want?" Strawberry growled. "How's Tike doin' with his charger? Not so good ain't he?" The inkling asked. "He's doing much better. By the time we see you and your goons in the arena, he'll be stomping you out and other left and right." Strawberry bragged. The inkling just smirked. "Yeah right." He scoffed. "See you losers in the arena." The inkling then shoved her aside and walked on. But he paused for a moment. "Good luck chum buckets." He said before walking on. Strawberry's anger had risen high. 'I'll get him back in time. Just you wait you.' Strawberry's grip on her blaster tightened. "We'll prove you wrong." She told herself.

Spyke sat down quickly. He was out of breath and was freezing. "Why so many laps! You're gonna kill me mate!" He complained. Strawberry was jumping on her toes and smiled. "You have to do a lot of running in an ink battle, especially when dodging. It wasn't that hard, was it?" Spyke stood up and gasped for breath. "It was 30 laps around a block in the cold!" He told her. Strawberry stopped her bouncing and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, time for target practice. You have the headband I gave you?" Strawberry asked. Spyke took out a purple headband and used to to take his spikes out of his face. He picked up his charger and was ready to aim. "Right corner! Rooftop!" Strawberry called out. Spyke crouched and aimed in the direction she said. He shot at it and the shot hit the target, only by three inches. "Good, but try it again." Strawberry then stood behind Spyke. "Middle! To the left!" Strawberry called out. Spyke aimed down an alleyway. One cardboard cut out was standing behind an abandoned dumpster. He shot it, but his charger recoiled and made his aim got up higher then expected. "Ah, I see what's wrong." Strawberry said. She walked up to Spyke and grabbed his hands. "You need to keep it steady. If you shoot it and it goes wild, the aim isn't going to be good." Strawberry readjusted his aim, and all the while Spyke was blushing. When Strawberry let go Spyke tried to hide his face. "Left! Ground level!" Strawberry called out. From what Strawberry showed Spyke, he aimed at the cut out and held on. This shot was a little better. "Middle! Right! Ten seconds!" She called out. Spyke quickly shot his targets as Strawberry counted from one to however long. His record time was 22 seconds. Strawberry stopped at 15. "15 seconds, better aim. Good!" She praised. Spyke smiled at his accomplishment, but the moment was short lived. "Not great though. This time hit three targets in under 10 seconds! We won't stop until the sunlight goes!" Strawberry added. Spyke's smile disappeared and Strawberry noticed it. She dived at him and embraced him. "Hey smile! By the time spring comes you'll be greater than me!" Strawberry reassured Spyke who was smiling again. "Thanks Strawberry." He murmured.

Strawberry was still up. She was doing maintenance on Spyke's charger, and it was way past sundown. "Strawberry. You need to go to bed." Spyke groaned as he tossed and turned in the bottom bunk. "How can I sleep when there is work to be done! I just figured out a way to improve your skills by changing and swapping out parts! Ha ha!" Strawberry exclaimed before continuing on with her work. Spyke just let out a groan. His legs were killing him. He tried to sleep, but sleep wasn't going to come easy for him.

The next morning proved it.

Spyke was dozing off and taking micro naps all the while Strawberry was trying to wake him up by yelling. Spyke still made about have his shots.

"Maybe if we go get you some coffee or something you can wake up." Strawberry and Spyke were walking into the city after training had ended earlier. "I guess." He yawned. "Do we have money for the coffee though?" He asked Strawberry. "Just enough! Now come on!" Strawberry then grabbed Spyke's wrist and dragged Spyke closer to the coffee shop.
When they went inside however, Strawberry's smile disappeared. The green haired inkling they met before was there with his goons. "Great. Not these jerks again." Strawberry groaned. "Maybe we can ignore them. Come on." Spyke walked further in and got in line to order. Strawberry was on her guard, what happened last time she saw the jerk she was unprepared. Spyke's turn to order came and he ordered something for Strawberry. Strawberry handed him the money and they paid. Just then, a barista called out an order. "Coffee for a Cole, Kale, and Onyx!" Strawberry watched the green haired inkling get up and walk towards the counter. The inkling noticed them immediately. "Hey! What a surprise! It's the octarian and the urchin!" The green inkling picked up the cup labeled Kale and gave Strawberry a smug look. "Have anything to say octarian?" Kale asked her. "Half octarian to be correct. Get your facts straight jerk." She told him. "Right. I've seen that little set up you've got for the urchin. Cardboard at different places, no wonder Spyke sucks with a weapon!" Kale insulted Strawberry. "How long is it until spring?" Strawberry asked them. "One week. See you then you urchins." One of Kale's goons answered her. "Coffee for a Spyke and Strawberry!" The barista called out the order and Strawberry turned to her. She picked up her cup of coffee and walked out the coffee shop. Spyke grabbed his coffee, glared at Kale and his friends and ran after Strawberry.

Strawberry was fuming with anger as she drank her coffee. Spyke was still trying to cool his down with the icy temperature around them. "One week Spyke. One week." Strawberry reminded him. "One week." Spyke repeated.

Spyke had never felt a week go by so slowly before in his life then the week before spring came. Strawberry had turned from his friend into a general. He was just glad that all the training with his charger was over. He had bigger things to stress over. The tournament was mere minutes away and Spyke was jittery. "Alright, here are your numbers. Find your platform and wait there." One of the tournament hosts were instructing the teams on where to go before the battle began.

Strawberry was stone faced. Both Spyke and Strawberry walked through the arena. There were sniper nests all over, flat areas and dead ends. Each team had their own corner of the arena. There were 12 teams, and Strawberry's trigger finger was itching to pull the the trigger of her splatling blaster. "Alright, Spyke I think the best plan here is to take control of center," Strawberry told Spyke. "Good plan. But wh-" Strawberry cut him off. "everyone is going to do that Spyke. If you want to go after splats first thing the center is going to be that place. Take the outsides and the sniper nests, then we can control the arena." Spyke nodded his head. "Sounds like a plan. Which direction fir-" Yet again, Spyke was cut off. This time by the speakers overhead of the arena.

"Welcome one! Welcome all! To the freshest turf war battle since turf wars began!"

The announcer's identity was revealed on a several flat screen tvs all around the arena. It was a Inkling with neon hair colors and bows. "It is I! The loveliest inkling idol you've ever known! Shelly! I've been hosting the Inkoplis News Reports and now here I am!" Strawberry and Spyke chuckled at Shelly. "Aight she that famous inkling? She's hosting this!?" Spyke asked. "She's actually really cool." Strawberry commented right before Shelly spoke up again.

"True to my nature, I love turf wars! But since my acting career has taken me away from the fields, I decided to make this tournament! The last team standing gets the reward of a golden aerospray MG and a pure gold medallion! But, I've decided to add a twist!"

Both Strawberry and Spyke exchanged a look of worry and confusion. "A twist?" Spyke question. Something clicked underneath their platform and two robotic arms reached up towards them. The robotic arms snapped on watches to their wrists and disappeared back under the platform. "If your teammate gets to far away from the others, this special watch will splat them instantly! And if there is more of your team's ink on the arena, the more gold you will receive at the end of the battle!" Shelly announced. All over the arena were shouts of anger and disapproval. However Spyke and Strawberry were stunned. "Gold if we splat enough turf? And we have to stay close by!" Strawberry loaded up her splatling and Spyke was startled. He then readied his charger.

"The Battle will start in ten seconds!" Shelly announced with a big smile.

"Alright Spyke! Stay close to me and keep an eye out! Take out the others and cover ground!" Strawberry reminded him. Spyke nodded and tied his spikes back with his headband. The countdown started, and when it reached zero, a loud firework popped up into the air. Spyke and Strawberry sprinted away. They covered their area and then ran off to the left. There they encountered three inklings. They all had rollers with them. "Charge!" One of them shouted. Spyke was the first to fire. His shots missed the pink inklings, but it bunched them together for Strawberry's attack. She pulled the trigger of her splatling and a flood of purple ink hit the the opposing team. All three were hit, and they were close enough that it splatted them almost instantaneously. "Let's move!" Strawberry ordered.

"Team Rosemary has been splatted!"

"Team Ink Warriors is out!

Shelly announced the names of teams one by one who were already out. In the first five minutes six teams were out of the game. Strawberry and Spyke were none of those teams. Kale, Onyx, and Cole weren't one of them either.

"Spyke! Keep up! We have to keep going! We need to see if anybody is at the center!" Strawberry barked at Spyke as he leaned against a wall to try and catch his breath. "Mate . . . I would if I could! But . . . I wasn't built for running fifty laps around this place!" Spyke said in between pants and gasps of air. "We still need to go get those jerks! They could be anywhere! Come on!" Strawberry dragged him away from the wall and pulled him into the center. Four teams were going at it. Strawberry pulled Spyke up to a snipers nest. "Alright Spyke, you know what to do." Strawberry said to Spyke. Spyke readied his charger and picked a target. It knocked the inkling over and then the killing spree began. After one fell, his teammate went to help him up. From there they both were splatted. Then the inkling who shot them was hit next. "Dominos!" Spyke said as they watched the teams go down one by one.

"Four teams out that quick! My what a show that was!" Shelly commentated as the flat screens around the arena changed. It showed a map of the arena with two icons on it. One was a purple spike ball, and the other was a green striped black dot.

"That last two teams remaining! How exciting! These maps will show them their location until they are within 8 yards of each other! Oh let's see who's going to be the best of the best here!"

Strawberry looked at the tv screens and gasped. The green striped dot had disappeared along with their own symbol. She grabbed Spyke and got the both of them out of the line of sight. "The jerks are nearby!" Strawberry whispered to Spyke. Spyke nodded and listened carefully. As did Strawberry.

"They have to be around here somewhere! I saw their icon disappear!" Spyke heard voices below the sniper nest. "They're hidin'! Stay on your toes!" Strawberry was hearing them too. She quietly climbed down the sniper nest along with Spyke. "I stay behind me. I'm going to ambush them when I see them. Got it?" Strawberry whispered. "Yeah. Be careful." Spyke whispered back.
Strawberry had barely turned the corner when she saw the last trio walking away from them. The two black haired inklings had rollers, and the green one named Kale had a regular aerospray MG. Strawberry smirked and ran up behind them. "Hey jerks!" She shouted at them, causing them to turn around. "Guess who's gonna win!" Strawberry then pushed the trigger of her splatling. Then again. Then again. Nothing activated. Strawberry looked at her ink tank in surprise to see that it was empty. She then looked at the trio in front of her. An evil look was exchanged between the trio. "Spyke! Run!" She shouted before sprinting away from the trio. "Get them!" Kale shouted. His goons started chasing after her with their rollers. On the other hand, Spyke and Strawberry were running away as if their life depended on it. "Why did you blaster work!?" Spyke asked during their run. "Out of ink!" She answered him. "We need purple ink and fast! To our platform!" She ordered.

"Where'd they go! Don't tell me you lost them!" Kale and his team were argueing as Strawberry and Spyke eavesdropped around a corner. "Does it work yet!" Spyke whispered to Strawberry as he felt dread crept into his soul. "Now I think something is broken! I was so busy keeping you fit and trained and forgot about myself!" Strawberry whispered to him as she smacked her blaster. It made a loud choking sound, and both Strawberry and Spyke froze. "Hey I heard something over here!" Strawberry grabbed Spyke and they both ran in the opposite direction of their pursuers. "Hey I found them!" Spyke looked over his shoulder and saw all three members of the other team chasing after them. "We have to do something Strawberry! Or else they'll catch us." Strawberry was still trying to fix her blaster and she just groan in frustration. "Why won't you work!" Strawberry growled. Then, disaster struck. Strawberry tripped and fell, leaving Spyke running ahead of her. He skidded to a halt and turned to Strawberry. She was getting back up, but Kale's team members were already on her. 'No!' The words echoed in Spyke's head. In a speed even he didn't know he could perform, he took out his charger and aimed at Onyx and Cole. Two shots to slow them down, four more to splat them. When Spyke got them out, all there was left was Kale and Strawberry. Spyke helped Strawberry up as Kale arrived.

"Huh, you aren't as bad of a shot as I thought Tike." Kale said to Spyke. "I guess it's just me and you two. Let's rumble." Kale loaded up his aerospray. Spyke shot at him, but he wasn't quick enough like before. Kale dodged them easily and aimed right at Strawberry. Strawberry took out her splatling and pulled it's trigger. Strawberry then realized what was wrong with her blaster. It was jammed, and it was going to overload with the ink. When it finally unjammed, Kale's fire was outmatched by the explosion of purple ink. Spyke and Strawberry watched as Kale was hit with the ink, and was splatted.

"We have our winners! Team S congrats on the win!" Shelly shouted over the intercom.

Strawberry stared in disbelief. Her blaster was practically broken now, but it gave them one last win. Spyke on the other hand was relieved. "For goodness sake I'm never running that much again!" Spyke shouted with relief as he brushed some ink off of his face.

Both Spyke and Strawberry were given a golden medallion, the golden aerospray MG and a sack of gold for the amount of gold they covered. Shelly was talking to them as the others teams gathered up to receive their gold. "So you are telling me that you two have been living on your own for how long?" Shelly asked as she brushed back her neon locks. "A few years now." Strawberry answered them. "Why don't you two just move into an apartment by now? You make enough gold with all of these battles and what not." Shelly wondered. "Well no matter the amount of gold we get, we go through food like crazy. We're fine where we are." Spyke said. "What I really want to know is if your blaster is alright. I noticed that it wasn't normal like the others. This is the making of someone who knows a lot about turf wars." Shelly told them as she admired Strawberry's broken blaster. "My mother was an octarian. She taught me everything she knew." Strawberry blushed as Shelly looked over her broken blaster. "Well, since you have a brand new aerospray, what are you two going to do now?" Shelly asked them. "Make this thing better! It's not the best blaster I've held." "Well I'm going to drop dead for a few decades. I've never ran that much in my bloody life!" Shelly chuckled at their answers. Then she ruffled her hair and pulled out a business card. "You know, I don't normally do this often, but I would like to keep in touch. Here is my card in case you need anything. Want a vacation, you can travel with me for almost a year touring and give tips and commenting on battles. I even have internships if you like something to do!" Shelly offered Spyke the card and Strawberry took it. "Thank you. I hope we hear you soon." Spyke mumbled as a crowd had started to gather around them. Shelly spotted a filming camera and gave a joy chuckle. "Well shell ya later you two!" Then she was off.

'Internships with an idol of turf wars and fame, I could get noticed, my dream to be a remarkable weapons maker.' Thoughts floated and drifted through Strawberry's head as Spyke whistled a cheery tone. "That Shelly girl is weird ain't she?" Spyke asked. Strawberry snapped back to reality and smiled. "She's cool to me. She use to be all over the battle arenas before she got her big break in the news show. I just wonder though . . ." Spyke quirked his brow when Strawberry trailed off. "She said she had internships, and if I can get one, it could be my big break! I always wanted to make cool weapons for inklings to use and be well known for my knowledge. It's just a thought I had." Strawberry mumbled. "Well you can call her to see if she had any internships for stuff like that. If it makes you happy. Just be sure to remember me when you become famous." Spyke said before giving Strawberry a friendly shove. Strawberry giggled and shoved him back. Then she gave him a hug. "You're a great friend Spyke." Strawberry sighed. Spyke smiled and returned the hug. "Urchins for life?" He asked Strawberry. "Urchins for life." Strawberry repeated back to Spyke. Strawberry smiled as the sun was setting. Hope filled her heart and she ran up ahead. "C'mon Spyke! The faster we get home, the faster I can start upgrading this piece of junk!" She told Spyke who was walking as slow as a turtle. Spyke smiled. He watched as she ran off in the sunset. Then something sparked inside of him. 'Huh? Weird. She looks, kinda different in this light.' Unaware of it, a dust of blush appeared on his cheeks. 'Probably nothing to worry about.' He pushed the feeling in the back of his head and walked on.

Miss Dork: Shelly is the equivalent of the Squid Sisters, but with more of a Sardonyx look and personality. She was there before the Squid Sisters became popular. What is going to happen next then since Strawberry and Spyke bested the old jerks of the past? What will happen?

Sorry for taking so long to update. My sister's family had to stay in my room and I didn't have much time to write/type. And then I discovered a new obsession for a character called Jack Spicer and now I'm drawing a 12 days of christmas thing with a character of mine. Hopefully now I can get these out faster, and that the paragraphs aren't too chunky. Oh well! Nothing is perfect. lol

PEACE OUT SUCKAS!