⭐️Zapfish⭐️
Inkling Cadet
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I really like writing Splatoon fan fictions, so if you want me to I can write one about your inkling, preferably a short one. Just give me the basic plot line, a description of your inkling, and their personality!
Oh...and tell me if you want it to be first person or third person ^w^
Here's a short one for reference:
"Agent 323 reporting, mission will begin in thirty minutes. Get ready."
I rolled over on the thin, moth-eaten mattress I unfortunately called a bed and wondered, as I did every day, what it would be like to be an inkling. An inkling with an easy life. A fun life. But instead I was an octoling. Octoling number 453, to be precise.
I got out of the "bed" and pushed my tentacles up into the signature octoling curls. They automatically straightened and I sighed.
I had slept in my armor, so there was no need to change. I grabbed my octoshot from the corner of the room and ran out. I was late. As usual. I looked around and...
Everyone was gone. They had left without me.
I hardened my gaze to stop my eyes from brimming with tears. That was another fault of mine. I was a coward and a crybaby.
I let out a long breath through pursed lips and threw my octoshot onto the ground. And...
"Gotcha!"
A Splattershot was pointed at my throat. "Hey! Ah! What did I do?"
Yeah. I tended to mutter ridiculous sentences at times of great danger.
That's all for now...
Stay fresh!!
Oh...and tell me if you want it to be first person or third person ^w^
Here's a short one for reference:
"Agent 323 reporting, mission will begin in thirty minutes. Get ready."
I rolled over on the thin, moth-eaten mattress I unfortunately called a bed and wondered, as I did every day, what it would be like to be an inkling. An inkling with an easy life. A fun life. But instead I was an octoling. Octoling number 453, to be precise.
I got out of the "bed" and pushed my tentacles up into the signature octoling curls. They automatically straightened and I sighed.
I had slept in my armor, so there was no need to change. I grabbed my octoshot from the corner of the room and ran out. I was late. As usual. I looked around and...
Everyone was gone. They had left without me.
I hardened my gaze to stop my eyes from brimming with tears. That was another fault of mine. I was a coward and a crybaby.
I let out a long breath through pursed lips and threw my octoshot onto the ground. And...
"Gotcha!"
A Splattershot was pointed at my throat. "Hey! Ah! What did I do?"
Yeah. I tended to mutter ridiculous sentences at times of great danger.
That's all for now...
Stay fresh!!
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