Bankara, Splatlands, Unknown
The sun is out and the sandstorm is minimal, many jets are spreading out and bombing the area with blue ink and some of them land as a way to get inside and ambush the octarians.
Landing on the outside area is an inkling boy with goggles, dressed as Agent 3 and had topknot tentacle hair, only for him to hop off and grin.
"Heh. This is Agent 33, landed in this breezy spot." Agent 33 chuckles while turning on his speaker headset.
[Agent 33, Goggles, Inkling]
[Good. Lucky you survived this operation, considering how foolish you were.] Agent 2 called.
[Trust me, he's an idiot.] A young inkling girl's voice scoffs.
"Aww, don't be like that, 35! Maybe we can give 34 a surprise!" Agent 33 cheers while waving his arm.
[Idiot, pulling my pants down doesn't count as a surprise. Also I was a casualty with fourteen and 36.] Agent 34 sighs as he clicks his tongue.
[Can't blame you. I went through that after the tournament incident.] A young inkling girl's voice mutters.
[I pity you, Ten.] Agent 34 said calmly.
[Anyway, I'll be there. Wait right here!] Agent 35 finally hangs up which follows a jet approaching Agent 33 as he takes a few steps backwards from being landed on.
After landing, Agent 35 appears to have a hippie cut and wears headphones on her head and dresses in Agent 3's clothing but white, after hopping out of the jet.
[Agent 35, Headphones, Inkling]
"Headpho- BFFT!" Before Agent 33 dash and hug Agent 35, he ended up with a boot to his face.
"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Agent 35!? Also stop doing this embarrassing jump like you missed me!"
"Alright, 35, no need to be a killjoy." Agent 33 shrugs his shoulders and then walks past Agent 35.
"I guess we're going that way, huh?" Agent 35 asked.
[It may be unfortunate, but you have to.] Agent 2 confirmed.
"I see. Let's go, 33." Agent 35 follows while walking with Agent 33.
"Yeah!" Agent 33 nods as he willingly accepts.
[Hold on! Before that, your weapon is incoming.] A boy's voice calls while a speeding drone arrives with a large box as it lands in front of 2 inklings.
"Ooh! Thanks, Sheldon!" Agent 33 laughs while rushing towards the box and opens it, revealing both weapons that are a Hero Shot and a Classic Squiffer charger, leading 33 to take the former and 35 to pick up the latter.
"Thank you, Sheldon." Agent 35 thanks Sheldon while putting her Classic Squiffer on her back.
[No problem. Agent 3, 4 and 8 are on the other side of this place, so you're not alone.] Sheldon confirms where Agent 3, 4 and 8 are at.
"Yeah. We'll take it from here." Said Agent 35.
[Be careful. We were told that these octarians are ambushing them, so it's best to check your surroundings.] Agent 2 warned.
"Roger." Both agents nod while reply.
[Don't even think of dying without me, you two.] Agent 34 concludes his plea.
"We won't. We'll meet you when you're ready with or without 36." Agent 35 said with a calm smile.
[Okay.]
[Good luck.] Agent 2 concluded.
Finally, the call ended as both Agent 33 and 35 are looking at each other and then run together while hiding from a bunch of octarians that are scouting the area.
Luckily both agents are above them on a bridge while avoiding contact.
With Agent 35 raising her hand, she and Agent 33 are hiding behind the wall while raising their weapons while looking in different directions.
"All clear. You?" Agent 35 confirmed.
"Nope. All empty." Agent 33 confirms while nodding.
"Good. Let's keep moving." Agent 35 orders while moving with Agent 33, only to see a bunch of TVs and crates as both agents are seeing a bunch of octarians having a meeting.
To their surprise, they witness a bunch of octarians having hairy tentacles which had both agents exclaiming.
"Uh, guys, is it normal to have hairy tentacles?" Agent 33 asked nervously.
[So you saw it too. From what I can tell, these guys must've touched something that made them like this.] Agent 3 calls, feeling the same way as Agent 33 and 35.
[But why my kind of all people?] Agent 8 asks.
"Good question. We don't know either." Agent 35 grunts.
[33, 35, turn on your public sound speakers, Hachi and I will translate their language.] An octoling boy's voice called.
"Huh? Are you sure, Sanjuhachi?" Agent 33 is curious.
[Yeah. Even Marina wants to know what's going on as well.] Agent 8 is in need of answers.
Turning on the public sound speakers on their headsets, they're able to hear the furred octarians speaking to each other, but their language is unfortunately difficult to understand as Agent 33 and 35 are grunting.
"Hey, can you understand that?"
[No. That's odd, their language isn't even octarian. It's like they're speaking in something completely different.] Agent 38 admitted.
[I can't translate that as well. Marina, do you have anything that translates their new language.] Agent 8 asked.
[I do. They're speaking unknown and from what I can tell, they're known as the fuzzy octarians.] Marina points out what they are.
"Fuzzy?" The duo, even those in the comms, are speaking out at the same time.
"Oi, oi! What is the meaning of this?" Agent 10 asks.
[I'm not sure myself. I'll go on ahead.] A sharp inkling boy's voice said.
[Thirteen, I'm coming with you. From what I analyse, it's far too dangerous to go alone.] A serious octoling woman's voice called.
[Tch. Do whatever you want, Warden.] Agent 13 sighs.
[We'll be investigating on our side. You two continue on your confrontation with DJ Octavio.] Agent 3 orders.
"Roger." Agent 35 nods and then turns towards Agent 33, who was sneaking ahead while holding 2 Splat Bombs with his hands. "33! What are you doing!?" Agent 35 hisses quietly, realising that their cover will be blown by the one with pyramid ink bombs.
"Don't worry, I got this one covered!" Agent 33 giggles and drops both Splat Bombs.
After a few seconds SPLAT! The octarians are now becoming puddles of blue ink as Agent 33 pulls up his thumb with a grin.
"Ugh! You're such an idiot!" Agent 35 groans while moving forward past the blue inkstains.
"What? I mean no one knows their language, so I thought about bombing them."
"You! Tch! Ugh… Good point. Let's keep going."
"Aye aye, miss!" Agent 33 salutes and marches forward by humming a tune.
Whilst walking together, Agent 33 moves his eyes out of curiosity as he sees what's outside on an outdoor bridge, those approaching towards the same building he and Agent 35 entered.
He then turns towards Agent 35 while walking backwards and grins with a giggle.
"Hm? What's so funny?" Agent 35 asked.
"Nothing. I was thinking how you and Skull are confessing to one another at the train station before the mission starts. You should've seen the look on your face!" Agent 33 laughs, causing Agent 35 to blush as she exclaims.
"Wha!? First of all: he was out temporarily due to his family business! And second of all: are you implying we dated because he's my boyfriend!?"
"Maybe." Agent 33 shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and puts his hands behind his head.
"J- Just keep it to yourself! Okay!?"
"Sure." Agent 33 stands straight back up and then watches more ink spreading in the sky without a word to say.
"33, wait here. I'll scout for the fuzzy octarians and snipe them when I see one."
"Yes, ma'am!" Agent 33 salutes.
"Ugh… NOW you're making me feel like an old lady…" Agent 35 is uncomfortable that an agent similar to her age is referring to her as ma'am.
After Agent 35 is gone, Agent 33 is standing alone while pulling out his phone and looking into the conditions of his work.
It's all going smoothly as Agent 33 himself sighs and relaxes on the wall while placing his hands to the back of his head.
Closing his eyes, Agent 33 is in a mood for a nap.
What stops him from sleeping is a flushing noise, leading him to turn to his left as he reads the boys' bathroom sign.
As the door opens, appearing out of nowhere is a large octopus with a shogun headgear, singing his own tune until he stops as well as Agent 33.
Silence…
Agent 33's jaw has dropped after witnessing the very target he sees, even the octopus' eyes widened with shock as he's sweating bullets.
"Oh poop."
"OCTAVIO!" Agent 33 screamed.
"INKLING!" DJ Octavio panics as he's making a run for it with his tentacles moving like legs.
Before Agent 33 whips out his Hero Shot, he's ambushed as 3 octoling girls, that are octozons, as they're pointing their Octo Charger, the red Hero Chargers, at Agent 33's face.
"Hey! Come back and fight like a man!" Agent 33 yells while rushing in, only to get his head battered by an Octo Charger by the middle one.
As he collapses, 3 octozons nod and point their weapons, ready to splat the inkling boy as he grunts.
Before that, one octozon is caught in a cross fire as she splats into blue ink.
Both octozons exclaims after witnessing an inkling girl approaching them with her Classic Squiffer placed on her shoulders.
"Ah! 35! Heck yeah!" Agent 33 cheers after sitting up.
"Hmph! It seems that you girls are protecting your master, huh. Well, you're going to lead us to him, or else." Agent 35 called as her eyes are flashing from blue to crimson as her ink is starting to bubble on her hair and her weapon.
This causes both octozons to hiss as one of them rushes towards Agent 35, giving Agent 35 a chance to spin her Classic Squiffer on her finger, catch it while pointing at a charging octozon and then pull the trigger as her ink spurts out crimson as she changes from blue to crimson.
This led to the one rushing being yanked as she was hanged on her back, even the other one was witnessing the thing she couldn't believe.
Until Agent 35 appears with her charger poking an octozon's back, which had both octozons realising that Octavio had given them a warning not long ago.
"So it's true… You're a demon." One octozon speaks out in an inkling language
"You're half correct. My demon is Silence, the one that only hears the sounds. I even listen to music to calm myself down." Agent 35 admitted with a confident smile and then wrapped her arm around an octozon by the neck from behind, causing this octozon to drop her weapon out of shock. "Now, tell us where he is?"
"If I do, then our boss will show no mercy." The unarmed octozon growls.
"He may not, but we're only here to pay him a visit. Tell us and we'll spare the rest of your friends and family." Agent 35 said while kicking the Octo Charger and walking towards a webbed up octozon as this said octozon is struggling to release herself from the sticky ink. "This web is like a spider's one. Sticky to those that are similar in size to an insect. Luckily, since you're close to the crimson colour, most inklings and octolings would've been dead if they made contact with Silence's ink." Agent 35 reveals while explaining the ink itself.
"And what about the boy?" The unarmed octozon asks about Agent 33 who was sitting up and pointing at himself.
"His demon is Joker. I won't tell you, since demons have a code that is not meant to reveal before use. And besides, we're avoiding some illegal organisation that is chasing us." Agent 35 concludes and then points her Classic Squiffer at the unarmed octozon. "Tell us, right now."
"Hmph. Fine. He's behind me, downstairs, when you see more TVs, they'll lead you outside and finally, you'll be able to see the crater and face him there. But mark my words, inkling, this'll be the last time you'll see us. Same goes for you, boy." The unarmed octozon answers, knowing there's nothing she can do to fight back.
"Thanks. Let's go, 33." Agent 35 picks up Agent 33 and hands the pocket knife over to the unarmed octozon as she fades from crimson to blue.
"Sure! See ya!" Agent 33 waves as he leaves the area.
"I want this back when you're done with it. Okay?" Agent 35 follows as she too disappears from this area.
"̶T̶c̶h̶!̶ ̶S̶t̶u̶b̶b̶o̶r̶n̶ ̶l̶i̶t̶t̶l̶e̶ ̶b̶r̶a̶t̶…̶ ̶H̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶o̶n̶,̶ ̶M̶i̶t̶s̶u̶r̶u̶.̶" The octozon approaches the struggling one as she's about to cut the web off and free the struggling one, speaking octarian language.
"̶U̶g̶h̶!̶ ̶D̶a̶m̶n̶ ̶i̶t̶!̶ ̶W̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶s̶e̶ ̶c̶h̶i̶l̶d̶r̶e̶n̶!̶?̶ ̶W̶h̶y̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶r̶u̶m̶o̶u̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶d̶e̶m̶o̶n̶s̶!̶?̶" The struggling one, Mitsuru, yells while pulling the webs.
"̶W̶h̶o̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶s̶.̶ ̶M̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶e̶x̶p̶e̶r̶i̶m̶e̶n̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶u̶s̶ ̶s̶i̶n̶c̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶D̶e̶e̶p̶s̶e̶a̶ ̶M̶e̶t̶r̶o̶ ̶i̶n̶c̶i̶d̶e̶n̶t̶.̶" The octozon answers while moving the knife left and right.
In the end, both octozons are left with uncertainty that they'll be punished by DJ Octavio for letting the enemy go after him.
On the agents' side.
Agent 35 turns on the comms as Agent 33 follows.
"We found Octavio. He's on a run." Said Agent 35.
[Seriously? I was expecting him to fight back like before!] Agent 1 complained.
[That's boss for ya. Always running off before he's all prepared to beat us.] Agent 38 sighs.
[Anyway, go after him and take him down!] Agent 1 yells.
"Roger." Agent 33 and 35 nod and run towards where the octozon was describing, as they're heading downstairs.
The battle against DJ Octavio is incoming with both Agent 33 and 35 armed and ready.