So after reading through the last two chapters I thought, "isn't this a bit too cliche?"

I'm gonna work on the fact that it can't be too cliche for these moments, so bear with me.

Agent 8 was the first to wake up the next morning, groggy from the fact she got less sleep then she would have liked on her first night in the promised land, she still felt like it was the best damn sleep she ever had, or at least remembered. She wondered why...

Until she saw the face of a sleeping inkling right beside her.

That was also very close to her own.

"Freakout" would not describe her reaction, actually it would, because that's what happened, in a second and a high pitched "KYAAAAAAH" she super jumped, hit the roof, and fell back onto the floor beside the bed clutching her head in pain.

What a great way to start off the day.

Agent 3 still hadn't woken up yet, somehow, and so 8 decided to make breakfast for the inkling, it was a nice thought, until she was in the kitchen and realized, she had no clue how to work everything here.

Honestly, weapons she could use at ease, put it in her hands, and she becomes an unstoppable beast, but kitchen appliances? Never.

"I-it's fine, I can do this!" The peppy Octoling thought aloud, "I mean I saw 3 making dinner last night, and she did it easily! How hard can it be?"

~literally 5 minutes later~

"THREEEEEEEEEEEE" screamed the young girl, "HEEEEEEEEEEEEELP" she screamed again, the tired agent stumbled out of the room, yelling and slurring, "shhhhhhorry whaaaat?" Before seeing the magnitude of the situation and waking up immediately.

There was a pan on the stove, a bag of pancake mix on the counter, said pancake mix everywhere on the walls, floor, even the ceiling, and the pan on the stove was on fire, and there was Agent 8 on the floor, on the verge of tears.

Ignoring the stammering mess on the floor (agent 8), Sam sprung to action, grabbing the fire extinguisher hung on the wall and sprayed the fire for a good 2 minutes even after it went out.

Great way to start the day.

After 3 finished cleaning up the kitchen, which took a while, she went over to 8 who was hunched in the corner mumbling "I'm sorry" again and again.

Sam sighed, "it's gonna be a long day isn't it" she thought to herself.

I know this is a short chapter, but I've run out of ideas dammit ;-;

Next chapter should be out soon, I've gotta go brainstorm a story, and a name for Agent 8, so look forward to that!