As we are walking towards the 'battle' field, Viola carelessly skids along in front of us.
It's kinda nice to see somebody this carefree... Then again, she's not exactly human...
Diana and I have also deactivated HDD because it was no longer necessary and would only attract people.

And Matt hasn't complained...
Wait...
"Matt, I thought you were starving. What's up with that?" I ask as I turn my head back to where we came from.
Oh. Freaking world-dominating fast food chain.
"Yeah, I get it... Where'd you get that magazine fr–" I stop my sentence when I look at the cover of that magazine...

The sudden interrupting makes Linda and my sister also look at the magazine Matt is holding.
He is then knocked over - resulting in a loud thud - by the former, who is also taking said magazine and rips into pieces.

The sound of somebody hitting the ground and paper being ripped into pieces makes Viola stop in her tracks as well and look at the scene with a confused expression.
"There goes my money..." Matt complains with his face still hugging the floor.

The only thing I do in response is facepalm.

We didn't explain the situation to Viola for reasons.
We also forced Matt to never talk about it ever again.

"The turf should be right here.~" The Inkling explains as she rounds the corner. "Yup, it's... here...~"
We also round the corner to find out that 'battle' is not anywhere close to an appropriate term anymore.
Everybody was just derping around... but...
"Why are there Inklings and Octarians on both sides? Aren't you enemies?" I ask.
"We were, we sorted that out.~ But how did it turn into a squid party?!~" Viola seems frustrated at the latter fact.

She then walks up to the closest orange Inkling and asks him about what happened as we stand on the sidelines.
When they are done talking, she comes back to us with a twitching eye.
"There's no judge.~"

"Don't you think that should've been the first thing to check?" Linda shakes her head.
"Well... Now that you say it...~" Viola nudges her head to the left.
"Wow, you sounded like me right then." Matt points out.
"Pervert.~"
"...I have no counter-statement... How do you even know? We never told you."
"Originally, I was kidding.~ But this is great black-mail material.~"
"Everybody knows. There is no way to black-mail him with that information." Diana explains.
"Still.~"

"We had another problem before..." I point out.
"Oh, right.~ Any volunteers?~" Viola turns to the entire and group.
"I would. I kind of learned to."
"Great!~ Now go and determine the winner so we can leave.~"

As she says that, she already pushes me towards the turf.

It's completely orange with random purple splatters...
"Orange wins. You could have done that yourself, couldn't you?"
"Nope.~"
"You do know how to get back?"
"Nope.~"
"You do know where you are?"
"Nope.~"
"Then what do you know?"
"That this ain't Inkopolis.~"
"Could you gather the others? We need to get you somewhere else..." I sigh and walk back to our group as Viola enters the battle field to re-group.

Then she is shot in the face...
I'll fast-forward that...

As it seems, Viola is the only Inkling who can speak English.
That does only complicate things slightly as - you may be able to guess - Viola simply translates accordingly. I suppose she does at least...
The only thing we really told them is that they cannot 'play' here and for the same reason should come with us. To the Hyperdimension that is until we find a way to return them.
Additionally, Viola confirmed that they have no idea of how they got here.

But one question is still open...
Can we move a dozen entities (including ourselves) through the same portal?
"We would need to call Histy anyways. I'll quickly do it..."
I pull out my phone and call the Planeptune Oracle.

"This is Histoire. Is it you, Deniz?" She answers the phone pretty much immediately.
"Yes, it's me. We found the Inklings and Octarians. It was not that much of an issue." I reply.
"I actually wanted to call you just now. But if you're done already, we should return you first. How many–"
"A total of eight and us four." I interrupt her.
"Hang on... Might take a few seconds... (-_-)/"

Almost three minutes later, a portal opened up, looking the same as usual.

"There you go. Now enter quickly. (''o_o)"
"Gotcha." I turn to the group. "Let's go."

Viola stretches her arm out towards the portal and runs at it.
The other Inklings and Octarians imitate her action.

"Well, those kids are surely alive." Linda states.
"I can agree with that." Diana says.
"We should enter as well." I point out.
"Yeah. Let's go."

We come out on the other side of the portal seeing Nepgear, Neptune and Histoire already waiting for us.
Well, Neptune is like 'KAWAII!' and jumps around the Inklings.
That action is creeping them out by the way.

"I'll go back to work then. I'm not needed here anymore." Linda walks past the group.
"I'm gonna visit Jonny, bye." Matt just 'poofs' away.
"And I'll make sure Matt doesn't do anything stupid." Diana leaves as well.

"Would you please stop that, Miss... uh...?~ It's creeping us out.~" Viola pleads at Neptune.
"But you're looking so cute!" Neptune pouts but complies.
"Who are you anyways?~ My name is Viola.~ They're names don't matter.~" She points at the her companions.
"Not like they'll appear regularly anyways. The name is Neptune and I'm the CPU of Planeptune, this lovely nation of purple progress! ...Er, at least I was..."
"That's me now. I'm Nepgear, her younger sister."
"And I am Histoire, the Oracle of this nation. I help them with their work."
"Nice meeting you.~"

"By the way, Histoire, you said you wanted to call me anyways?" I ask the Oracle.
"Ah, right. Noire called. She wanted you to come alone, but didn't tell me why. Additionally, she sounded really angry. You better hurry. (-_-)"
"Uh... I have just met her once in person and she is mad at me? *sigh* Then, bye. Again." I spoke frustrated.

I activated HDD but before I flew off I added: "Make sure those kids don't color the city."
"Eh, sure." Neptune responded.
"You probably want to drink something. May I offer you something?" Nepgear is friendly as ever.

Just that 7 out of 8 don't understand anything she says.
Still, I better get going. To Lastation it is!

A/N

I don't even have an excuse this time.
Except writer's block. This chapter was written over the course of 3 days...
Additionally, statistics (like views) were broken for some time, which kind of irritated me at first...