Splatoon: The Brothers and the Others
Nightmarishly Egotistical and Spooky Chapter Delays
Ann-Gel wished that Maria was still here. It had been a few days, sure, but now she started to see what benefits she missed out on with one less entity with opposable thumbs still there to help. Luckily for her, Salty turned out to be a diligent worker. Even if all it had left was his shell, still somehow fixed after the flash of light, it helped push her back together fine enough.
The snail pushed over her legs, and to that extension her shorts over by her torso. It shivered somewhat as it carried out the task, "Alright, I think I'm almost done."
"...Thanks." Ann-Gel sighed as she stared up at the empty hole in the ceiling.
Several stars blinked overhead, as did Salty. "...Are you feeling fine? Do you need some water?"
She could not roll as easily with a pair of stiff orange tentacles, but Ann-Gel managed to shoot an incredulous glare at Salty from the floorboard her head was on.
"...Oops." Salty jittered in a sort of embarrassment. "Uh, well, no worries." It hopped over behind Ann-Gel's head and began to push forward. "Let's just get you back together again."
Ann-Gel would have nodded if her neck was not snapped off the rest of her body. She settled for a slight bob. "Alright."
She continued to gaze up at the ceiling. She felt fine physically despite her predicament, but whatever plastic organs inside of her capable of generating feeling was working, it was not feeling great to have them. A sense of rising panic began to grow within her as time went on.
As she stared up, she thought to herself, "Something's gonna go wrong. If it hasn't already, at least."
With that thought now firmly embedded into her head, she glanced towards Salty and called out, "Give me a hand."
"Of course." Salty nodded as it pushed over one of Ann-Gel's arms.
Splin was not sure what to think anymore. Ironically, he thought that same thought for quite a few days now. But against all odds, there she was. He wondered whether or not Octolings had extra methods of travel he was not aware of.
Despite his silent, mental glee, he still cringed at Tai. He was glad to see her, sure, but the schoolgirl outfit she donned was not quite as reassuring. As if he were a soldier that suffered from a bad case of PTSD, he recoiled back in his seat.
"You guys are looking cool," Tai complimented as she stepped over the hole in the restaurant onto the floor. "At least, that's what I'd say if you two goobers were in costume."
As she entered through the window, she attracted much more attention. A flounder sat at one of the corners ceased his consumption of his delightful meal and turned towards the Octoling. Several other sea creatures followed his example. Eventually all attention in the room was redirected towards the general area of the brothers, focused on the octopus girl who took a chair and pulled up to their table.
A few of the Inklings that sat at other tables whispered to each other and glared at the octopus. Tai was hardly fazed. "Nothing? I get all dressed up for this?"
Both of the brothers shook their head rapidly. They gawked at her and said, "We thought you were dead!"
Tai's violet iris grew in surprise. Then she laughed. "Aw! That's sweet of you guys. But as you can see," She pounded on her flat chest. "I'm pretty sure I'm alive."
Sharq seemed hardly convinced. Slowly but surely he reached across the table and Tai very much noticed. Though she cocked an eyebrow, she did nothing to stop him. He poked her in the face on her right cheek, much to her amusement, then retracted his arm. The motion seemed to awestruck Splin more.
Sharq turned to his younger brother and nodded. "Yep! She's alive."
"See?" Tai spoke up and landed her feet underneath the wooden table. "Nothing to be afraid of."
Despite her words, they did little to persuade them. The brothers still stared at each other. The crowd in the background continued to glare. One Inkling sat at a booth in the background reached underneath her seat with narrowed eyes, a .96 Gal stacked underneath her seat.
The room might have exploded if Zip had not waltzed in and defused it. With the grace of a figure skater she spun up to the table and greeted the new visitor. "That's a face I haven't seen in a long while. Tai, right? We met last Squidoween."
Tai whistled and eyed the waitress from head to toe. "Neat. ...Wait, last what now?"
"...Last Shalloween." Splin coughed under his breath.
"Wha?" She tilted her head in confusion. "You renamed the holiday? That's really stupid."
While she seemed to play with fire, a few of the other bystanders, mostly non-Inkling species nodded and concurred with her with whispers and a few cheers. The Inklings in the room stared at their plates awkwardly and attempted to look scarce.
"You're still wearing the same costume from last year though." Zip spoke with somewhat of a disappointed tone. "Won't 'Octoling high school student' get a little stale?"
The other sea-life tilted their head and did a double-take with a glance and a gawk at Tai as she flaunted her threads proudly. A few of them peeked at her head to toe and rubbed their chins with a newfound difficulty, as if to believe that it was simply just a costume. The Inkling girl in the background stopped her reach for her weapon and stared curiously as the rest did.
The Octoling in plain sight just smiled and shrugged. "What can I say? I think it looks good on me."
More approving cheers erupted from the other customers. Though a hint of reluctance could be spotted in a small minority of the members of the crowd ever so often, a loud majority showered Tai in their approval much to the brothers' surprise.
Tai grinned and planted her tidy School Shoes on the table. "There's some extra proof for you."
Before Zip could respond, a chef hat popped up from the floor besides her. "Ah yes, very nice. How much did you pay for those?" Pela asked as she rose up from the ground. Zip blinked and stepped back in surprise.
"Well, they were a gift." Tai shrugged with a smirk.
"Oh, good," Pela nodded with a smile as she gripped the collar of her uniform. "You'll need the money if you continue to dirty the table like that, my dear."
"..." Tai scowled and retrieved her feet from the top of the wooden surface. The chef smiled and sunk back into the floor, much to Zip's surprise, and vanished nearly instantaneously. "...I didn't realize you people had an Aussie too."
"Well." Zip glanced around with a cough. "I'm going to have to talk to Pela about any other modifications she made to this place. But in the meantime, would you like anything?"
"I think I'm good." Tai responded as she reached for a slice of pizza.
Zip shrugged, and with a small smile twirled and skated away on the floor. "Happy Squidoween."
As she whirled herself off, the restaurant once again returned to their chatter and chit-chat with any suspicion of the Octoling seemingly nonexistent. Tai pulled off a slice and licked her chops as cheese rolled down the front, Sharq followed her lead and snatched another slice. As they did, they gazed anxiously at Splin who continued to sulk over a neat white plate.
"...Dude, what's up with you?" Tai asked as her mouth watered at the food.
"...Nothing, go enjoy the food." Splin waved her off and planted his chin on the table.
Looking back at it, Splin would not be able to truly guess what prompted it. Tai slapped the slice down on the table (Sharq gazed at the fallen slice mournfully) and reached at Splin. Before the younger brother had even the slightest idea of what was going to happen, the Octoling across from him gripped him by the collar like Pela had done to her just moments prior and dragged his head up across the table.
Splin yelped as he was pulled, and much to his disdain no one seemed to want to glance in their direction anymore. "Ow! Tai!"
"C'mon." Tai frowned down at the Inkling. "What's wrong Splin?"
"Nothing!" Splin scowled and attempted to push her iron grip off of his shirt. As to be expected, she hardly let up. "Sharq, help me out here!"
"Splin won't eat because Maria left a while ago." His older brother blurted out besides Tai.
Tai's violet iris grew in shock. She loosened her grip. "What?"
Splin switched into a blue squid and slipped out of her hand. He landed back on his on seat across the table and huffed. "No, that's not true."
"Yeesh. No wonder you look so miserable." Tai commented as she eyed him from head to toe.
"I think he also misses Xarius," Sharq stated with a frown and one hand on the side of his cheek, "And Aqua, and-"
Across the table, Splin glowered at both of the other cephalopods. He started to say something, but just sighed and returned to sulk in his chair. Sharq stopped flapping his gills and simply lowered his cap over his face in embarrassment. "Sorry."
Tai patted Sharq on the shoulder reassuringly. "It's cool. Splin, get up and eat a slice."
"I already did." He muttered in response and leaned back in his chair.
"Then eat another one, huh?" She reached over and elbowed Splin. "Splin, you look like royal garbage. And I should know what that looks like firsthand."
Splin turned his head away towards the cool of night. The wind brushed past his face lightly and rustled his tentacles brushed behind his neck.
Though Tai was hardly one for dramatics. With a smirk, she just elbowed him again. "C'mon, lighten up."
Again, he just remained as silent as he could. He pouted, and though he attempted a straight face, it only resulted in curling the others' lips up in a grin.
"Splinny…" Tai tapped him repeatedly with the tip of her arm.
Sharq grinned and placed his hands on the side of his cheeks. "Splin…"
"...What?" He looked up and glared at the other two.
"Are you just going to sit there sad?" Tai asked with her hands on her hips.
"...Probably." Splin uttered in a melancholic tone with a small sniffle.
She rolled her eyes and leaned on the table. Tai glared straight down at him. "Oh jeez. Look, Splin, if there's one thing I hate, aside from work, it's having to deal with some depressed kid. Seriously, lighten up. What's it gonna take?"
Splin did not respond and continued to sit still. The other two of them shot a look at one another, frowned, then nodded simultaneously. Sharq left his chair, reached into his shorts pockets and smacked gold coins down on the table and approached the other side. The older cephalopods slowly walked around the square wooden table. Though he might have been suspicious, Splin was too busy with his state of sad.
Sadness shifted into shock and mild outrage when two separate arms locked around his own and lifted him out of his seat. On a whim, he shifted into a small blue squid and struggled to escape, but found that the combined grip of both an Octoling troop and his elder brother was unfathomable strength to his smaller squid frame no matter how slippery he might have been.
"Hey!" Splin complained as he bashed the arms with his small squishy head.
"Where should we take him to cool off?" Tai asked as she curled her tentacles with her free left hand.
The squid locked in between her and Sharq threw a miniature fit as best it could. Sharq pursed his lips. "I don't think we should take him back to the house. He needs to have fun."
Splin switched back into a regular Inkling only to find that his arms were still locked in to the others'. He grumbled, "No I don't. I'm fine."
"You know…" Tai hummed ominously. "There was that haunted house from last year."
Splin groaned in the arm-lock. "Oh Cod, not again."
"That sounds awesome!" Sharq commented with a gleeful smile. "If anything, we can scare the depression off of him!"
"Indeed! Sounds mighty mystical, does it not?" Came a sudden bout of raucous laughter.
The trio frowned and turned towards the window in bewilderment. Standing in front of the street past the fallen sheet of glass, an Inkling stood. An Inkling that legends would tell of for centuries. For this Inkling, this grand, grand Inkling in front of them was none other than-
"Are you talking to us Ari?" Sharq asked with a tilt of his head.
Frustrated, the orange Inkling shrugged his shoulders. "Yes! Was that not obvious enough?"
Ari stood in front of him, and in true Squidoween tradition was garbed in a costume. As if dressed for battle, he donned a yellow coat that draped over a white shirt. Brown shoulder plates and a brown collar shielded his neck and white collars that puffed out at his sleeves. He stood still over the glass with one arm bent, his left hand flashed a five in front of his face. Behind him as his coat flapped in the wind in a manner that somehow enhanced the pose, his right hand gripped an Inkbrush tightly as it pointed slanted downwards to the pavement.
"No I thought you had an imaginary friend." Sharq admitted with a smile.
He frowned and crossed his arms, "Yeah, says you two-" Ari cleared his throat. "Er, of course you cadavers would say something so indecently hypocritical! I, Ari Jabin, feel offense."
"Good, then you know how we felt when you brought up our parents." Splin thought as he struggled for freedom.
"But enough of me!" Ari declared as he stamped his chest with the flat fingerprint of his left thumb and stood up straight. "I overheard from yonder shelter-"
Ari pointed across the street. Sat on a sidewalk adjacent to Oahu's was a large green dumpster. Splin sniffed the air, and while it did not smell repulsive, he tried to back away from the window. Unfortunately for him, neither Sharq nor Tai was willing to let up their grip even in the presence of Ari.
"Oh." Tai scowled and twisted Splin's arm much to his dissatisfaction. "Hey."
Instantly Ari turned and gawked. He leaned back almost as far as a lack of a spine could get him and gasped, "BY THE FALLEN HOPES AND DREAMS OF ARES' HEARTS!"
"..." Tai recoiled in disgust.
An air of change had passed over Ari. He cleared his throat and began to strut over, much to everyone excusing Sharq's dissatisfaction.
As he set down one brown boot on the glass pane and began to lean in, he paused midway. Face to face with Tai, he stood frozen in a indecisive smile. "Ah…"
Tai raised her free fist up by her head with a blank face. "Ari…"
"This is somewhat of an awkward turn of events." Ari uttered with a sheepish grin.
"Eh, you're starting to act like a normal person?" The Octoling asked as she lowered her fist just slightly.
"The issue is, I would love to seduce you." The orange Inkling explained.
She raised her fist again.
"Unfortunately, as grand as the very embodiment of heroism I am I have set out as, I find that flirting would be out of the question." Ari admitted with a glaring tone of disappointment.
"...Okay." Splin blinked as he hung taut by his arms.
"However, nonetheless of my endeavors to attract the maiden of my dreams," He gestured with a robust shout that sent the trio reeling, "Your attraction to and of adventure is unparalleled, rivals. Since my companionship this shallow night-"
"It's Squidoween, they changed it." Came a correction from Zip as she spun past.
"...Er, this squidly night," Ari retorted with a nod towards the waitress as she sped off through the clear lines between the tables, "I take it upon the powers, the almighty powers within me to assist your quest to the crypt of the unknown upon this one fabled night of haunting."
Sharq gazed outside with a simple smile and a stare that put whiteboards to shame as he stared a stare of blankness beyond compare. "...What?"
"He's lonely and wants to follow us." Tai stated plainly.
"Guess that's...one way of putting it." He tugged at his collar in embarrassment. "But precisely my dear. My cousin, bless her hearts, has taken off for the city of basic grandeur that is Splatlake."
"...What about the other two?" Splin pointed out the empty spaces behind Ari.
"Alas, Rit and Bas have left on their own adventure. They said something about 'painting the town orange'." Ari chuckled to himself. "The dynamic duo is probably polishing their skills on the fields of battle, so to speak!"
Under the cover of the night, in a secluded area of Inkopolis Plaza, two sets of eyes peeked out of the darkness from the front of the plaza, over the wall next to a train stop just outside of the barricade. One pair was brown, the other blue. They both watched eagerly as a two Inkling teams of four in varying degrees of color and gear departed from the entrance of the tower and waved goodbye to one another. As they filed out in their own separate paths, the Great Zapfish above them all yawned and coiled around the tower tiredly and closed its eyes.
The pairs of eyes leapt out from the shadows into the plaza. Other body parts attached to the eyes could be seen from the glare of light, two females, each with the same orange tentacles and attire sprinted towards the center of the plaza. They were dressed about as expected from the rebellious teenager section of the mall, with Skull Bandanas wrapped around their mouths, Black Inky Rider vests camouflaging them with the rest of the night. The only thing that might have tipped them away were the Cherry Kicks they wore on their feet as they sprinted.
They ducked under the streetlights and booked it across the plaza without a second thought. In front of them, Judd sat and snored like a professional on his miniature velvet cushion on top of his violet pillar. Their run decelerated into a brisk jog, then the two Inklings slowly began to sneak past the cat and crouched by the wall behind him.
"...Bas, you brought the stuff, right?" The brown-eyed Inkling asked.
"'Did I bring the stuff', she asks. Like, duh." Bas smirked with a hint of pride.
Her partner just narrowed her eyes. "...Did you?"
"Yes, mom." She sighed and reached into her Inky Rider. "Do me a solid and keep an eye out Rit."
Rit nodded and trained her eye on the fat feline as he snoozed on his comfortable perch. From out of Bas' black jacket she pulled out an aluminum can with a neat white nozzle on the top. She aimed it at the wall and pushed down on the nozzle and out poured a stream of orange. The paint stream layered across the wall in a clean circle. The circle was added onto with yet another one. Eventually, the once white wall was covered with two great big eyes like that of an Inkling's squid transformations.
With a satisfied grunt, Bas stowed away her can, reached up to her bandana, pulled it down her face and lifted her fingers up to her lips. She blew a kiss, "Mwah! Voila! It's like, something that deserves to be in the museum!"
Rit turned towards the wall. She instantly deflated in posture. "...Two eyes."
"Beautiful, aren't they?" Bas chuckled and leaned on the side of the wall. "I think I deserve a treat or something for that."
"...We, as did Sari," Rit began with a scowl, "Ditched Ari and sneaked into this plaza so we could spray paint on a decent set of eyes on this."
She rapped on the barricade with the back of her knuckle by the orange drawing.
"...I dunno, I think it looks great." Bas mused as she twiddled her finger.
"Meooow. (I think it's purr-etty.)" A yawn adjacent to them answered.
The both of them, upon the sound of a purr, scrambled over each other and took off for the nearest barricade that sheltered the plaza. They piled up onto and over a short wall that bordered the plaza and leapt off into the dark. Their footsteps could be heard stomp with quite the speed as they took off.
Unbeknownst to the two, Judd continued to sleep with purrs and gestures down towards the ground, eyes still shut tight. "Mew… (Purr-etty waves...wouldn't you say?)"
"Wherever they are, I'm sure they are making me very proud." Ari enthused with a hand placed on his chest.
"Mm-hm," Tai hummed on the other side of the street across from him, "Sure."
Ari spun around and shouted, "Hey!"
Tai and Sharq made haste in their walk away from the restaurant. From within the restaurant through the rectangle hole in the wall, Zip waved them off as they ventured towards the outskirts of the city through alleyways. A flustered Ari ran off with his Inkbrush at his side with a sprint as he shouted, "Wait for me!" and followed after the group.
"...Are you two seriously doing this to me?" Splin complained as his knees scraped the cement pavement. He switched into a squid and his legs no longer dragged against the sidewalk.
"Splin, trust us, this is gonna help wonders!" Sharq grinned while he held his younger brother's right tentacle in his left hand.
Splin glared at Sharq with his black squid eyes. "Sure, might as well take me to a morgue while you're at it."
"It's Squidoween Splin." Tai spoke up with an ominous smile. "Just buck up and enjoy it, you brought this upon yourself."
"For being sad?" He interjected and attempted to break free. "You're punishing me for being sad?"
"No, we're helping you out for making me sad because you were sad," Tai corrected him and pulled up on his right tentacle, "Now stop complaining, we're going to get that stupid silly smile back on your face if it krills us."
Splin hardly said a word and continued to hang from the duo's arms. "It just might."
The cephalopods shuffled off through the dark of night through alleys and streets, all the while Ari followed behind, in the search of a house with hallowed halls. The moon above them blinked and flashed with a brilliant glow; the orb gazed down and tracked them with their light as they passed through the sleepy city.
Her hand clicked as it was pushed back into place. She twisted it and patted it with her other hand until it fit smug. Ann-Gel reached up with her newly reattached hand and tapped her head with it as if to test it.
"...Ah." She sighed in relief.
Slowly, she pushed up on the wooden floor. A creak noise popped out, and Ann-Gel was not sure if it was her or the house at that point. Adjacent to her, Salty watched worriedly with a snail's furrowed brow.
"Did I do it right?" Salty asked Ann-Gel with a nervous shake of its shell.
The amiibo stretched her arms. "...They didn't pop off, so I guess."
"Phew." Salty sighed and ceased its shakes. Then it shivered, "What do we do now?"
Ann-Gel stretched her arms and started to shuffle for the doors. "We find the Tele-Cube."
"Ha!" Came a chime from behind them.
A scowl emerged on Ann-Gel's face. She turned around, and lo and behold on the floor by the feet of Maria's empty bed the alarm clock gazed back at the other two. "Impressive. This is the first time I think I've ever seen someone take off for death."
"Can it clock." Ann-Gel crossed her arms. "At least we're trying."
"Trying to get yourselves killed?" The clock beeped as if it were a laugh. "Heh! It looks like they're really rubbing off on you."
"What?!" Ann-Gel shot a glare at the clock.
"Oh, don't mind me." The clock would have said if it had a voice. "Go ahead and die, I'll just sit at home, safe."
The clock finished with a smug sounding alarm chime which further served to bother Ann-Gel. It turned around and began to hop with a clank in its step as it approached the beds at the back of the house; the wood creaked underneath its clatter. Ann-Gel gritted her teeth and glared as it pompously departed for its cozy perch on top of the wooden dresser.
Salty shivered slowly and made for the door. "...C'mon Ann-Gel. We'd better get a move on."
"...Not yet." The amiibo muttered under her breath and rolled up her already short sleeves.
The snail watched in a sort of mild terror as she stalked up behind the clock. She raised her hands and reached towards the back of the clock as it wobbled across. Without a warning of any sort, Ann-Gel reached and gripped the back of the clock.
The clock beeped in shock. "Whuh?"
Ann-Gel tugged as hard as she could. In the back of the alarm clock, her fingers pulled at a small black panel. The screws embedded in the panel began to come loose with a wretched squeak. Salty gawked in horror at the little amiibo as she continued to rip off the alarm clock's metallic back.
"What are you doing?!" The alarm clock blared in...alarm.
"You've been almost no help to anyone!" The amiibo shouted in annoyance. "All you do is sit around and insult people! Now Cube's probably out there-"
"What can I do?! I'm an alarm clock! I was hardly alive for a year or two! What, do you want me to wake the cube up or something?" The alarm clock screeched at her.
Ann-Gel paused. She tapped her chin pensively with her left hand as she held onto the alarm clock with the other. "...Actually…"
"No." A low melancholy beep sounded off from the alarm clock.
Salty's small black eyes widened. "Whoa, what?!"
"Yeah." Ann-Gel gazed towards the sky confidently. "We don't know what's wrong with Tele-Cube. However, there is definitely something wrong with it."
"So you want me to screech at it to snap it out of it?!" The alarm clock blared incredulously. "That's preposterous! I can hardly wake Sharq up in the morning without getting bashed!"
"...Clock." Ann-Gel frowned down at the black device. "Please. You can help us."
The clock rattled irritably. "Absolutely not."
Ann-Gel continued to grip the clock for some time. Her pupils dilated and the longer she held on, the chillier her hand felt. Finally, after a long while, Ann-Gel ceased her hold and held her head down. Using her pedestal she shuffled towards the door morosely.
As she passed by Salty as it laid stagnant on the floor she muttered, "Let's go Salty."
She walked past slowly as she hung her head sadly. Salty stared at her pitiably and shuffled over to try and keep up. The duo continued for the door as the alarm clock laid on the floor and continued to tick away at the seconds.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
"...Fine." A beep vibrated through the house as the alarm clock let out an electronic sigh. "Fine. You got me. I'll go with you to die." The alarm clock turned around. "You happy-"
"Thank you!" Ann-Gel squealed as she hugged the screen.
Against all odds, the alarm clock's numbers from one to nine shifted to create a scowl. "Although after smudging my screen, I think I'll have to-"
"Sorry!" Ann-Gel let go and dusted the clock off. "I'm sorry."
"Hold your plastic tongue," It scolded her with the scowl still etched in its numbers, "There wouldn't be any point of an alarm clock if I didn't have anyone to count the time for."
Ann-Gel shot a gleeful glance over at the snail behind her. Salty sat at the foot of the door and simply "smiled" back at her with his black pupils.
"Then let's go find that cube!" Ann-Gel announced with unadulterated pride.
"...Alright then." The alarm clock chimed. "...Then can you help me get to the door then?"
The amiibo turned behind her. She watched as the clock, for lack of a better word, started off with a hop and a skip. He followed up with another hop.
Ann-Gel started to shuffle towards him, then frowned. "...This is going to be a long night."
AN: I apologize, but I will have to end this chapter off here. I just want to say a few things.
Now, I think this story is good in its own right for branching off of a previous joke of a story that was the last one, a joke that went on for quite a long time, but as much as I love updating this story I feel like lately I've been neglecting quite a few of my other stories. I can't remember the last time I've updated my Pikmin or Super Smash Bros. fics, and though I do enjoy the Splatoon story, I feel like my creativity with this story is running a little low. While Splatoon for the Switch is coming out on the horizon of 2017 and could provide enough inspiration for this story or even different ones based around these squiddos, and though I love hearing the feedback of you lovely people who come to read a simple story by a simple turtle, I think I should hang back and update a few of my other stories.
I know that I'm drawing Squidoween out a little, but I don't want to draw out The Drafted Squid, The Flora and Fauna, or The Glory of Custom Moves because of one story...or maybe I'm just putting words in my mouth. I hope you can understand.
And if you already do understand, great! Sorry for the long paragraph, but I just wanted to let you know in case this story starts to falter in updates. It probably won't because I want to finish this long Squidoween thing sometime before Thanksgiving break, maybe after Veteran's Day thanks to the free time, but I just wanted to offer a little caution.
(though I'm sure a lot of you have much more to do than just read this story, heh)
Anyways, let's get right to the reviews here. Thanks CathyMirii and write n wrong for reviewing!
Cathy, I'm sorry to say that it isn't a Mafia II reference. Rather, it's a Ruby's Diner reference. Food is a major inspiration for this story as it keeps me from dying and it's good, so I thought I'd do it a solid and pay it respects in a way. Plus, Zip was a waitress already, so I thought it fit. A relationship between Pela and Lalai needs to be fleshed out, I admit. Some of these ideas are nice, but I feel like I'd need to start a whole short series or something for a few of these characters.
...Unless this one counts. ...Hmm.
But yeah, thanks for your insight on my characters, Miss Mirii. ...Mirii. Reminds me of another Inkling character, by the by.
Well write n wrong, you can discover where Tai has been in Ultrapyre's story, One Missed Call. If you had the time, I'd recommend it. He has a wonderful cast of characters and a rather unique story for this side of the site and he portrayed Tai and Aussie rather well, in my opinion. We'll be sure to discover what's up with the Tele-Cube in the third installment of this long Squidoween chapter arc.
Thanks for reading, this is ThePizzaLovingTurtle, boy am I looking forward to a free day on Friday. See you.