Colour Theory: A Splatoon Fanfic Ch 3

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I still think that this is a bad idea as I emerge from the kettle thing, but I'm long past the point of listening to good ideas and reason. I shake my legs to calm my nerves. If I had nerves. Which I don't! Cool as a cucumber, me. Anyway, as soon as I step off the kettle, Marie's voice fills my head, because I foolishly agreed to wear this headset, which allows her to give me useless- uh, I mean, super helpful information! "Ok, this is your first mission as Agent 4 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon! Are you ready?" I restrain myself from pointing out that if I wasn't ready, I wouldn't be here right now, and tell her that yes, for the last time, I am ready. "Good. You'll need your wits about you for this. Constant vigilance is key." I scoff and jump down onto the enemy ink, and start spraying my glittery yellow paint everywhere. Constant vigilance, yeah right. Who's gonna pop out, enemy Inklings? I can deal with them. Me and my big mouth. No sooner than I think that, a red and creamy-ish tentacle-like creature with googly yellow eyes and purple lips appears from their hiding place in the pink enemy ink. They spot me, and because my existence is apparently highly offensive, they let out an angry "bbbbllllllluuubbbb" and start flinging pink liquid de4th at me. I dive behind a conveniently placed barrier, and my hand flies to my headset. "WHATTHEHECKWASTHAT!?" I ask Marie in a totally calm and not-at-all-freaking-out kind of way. Marie replies, and I think she's laughing at me; "That's an Octarian, obviously." "THAT's an Octarian!? I thought they'd be more, more-" "Cute and cuddly?" Ok, now she's laughing at me. "NO-o. I just didn't think that they'd look like one of Marina Ida's tentacles fell off, and gained big beady eyes!" I peek around the barrier to make sure that the Octarian is still there- and get a face full of pink ink for my troubles. I can feel the rosy goop draining my energy as I beat a hasty retreat back into the safety of my own yellow paint, and frantically scrape the offensive liquid off of my face. The first thing you learn as soon as you're old enough to hold a weapon is enemy ink slows you down and sucks your energy, so don't go charging into enemy turf with an empty ink tank, you'll end up an easy target for snipers. Any one, really. Marie's laughter fills the headset. "I thought you were good at this kind of stuff!" I thought you were good at this. I don't want her on our team Oh, uh… sorry, it's just… Maybe next time… Maybe next time. I grit my teeth, leap over the barrier with a yell that would drive fear into the hearts of any Octarian, and launch myself at the enemy. Lots of paint and a few seconds later, I'm breathing hard, standing over the spot that no longer hosts an Octarian, filled with a new determination to prove them all wrong.