#squiffer sadness...

[crest-of-gautier]

some e-liter snipes that i've accumulated this month so far!

[gamegem92]

(IO/Splatoon AU) Profiles thus far

Name: Joy Yoru

Species: Inkling

Subspecies: Firefly Squid 

Ink Color(natural): Yellow/Blue gradient 

Weapon of Choice: Dapple Dualies

Headgear: Sun Visor

Clothing: Lime BlobMob Tee

Shoes: Cyan Trainers

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Name: _____ “Sadness” Egea 

Species: Inkling

Subspecies: Glass Squid (Egea Inermis)

Ink Color(natural): Blue

Weapon of Choice: Bloblobber

Headgear: Full-Moon Glasses

Clothing: Tenured Turtleneck 

Shoes: Blue Slip-Ons

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Name: _______ “Anger” Rossi

Species: Inkling

Subspecies: Chilean Bobtail Squid

Ink Color(natural): Red

Weapon of Choice: Carbon Roller

Headgear: Skull Bandana

Clothing: King Jersey

Shoes: Buckle-Down Boots

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Name: ______ “Disgust” Loligo

Species: Inkling

Subspecies: Longfin Inshore Squid

Ink Color(natural): Green

Weapon of Choice: REEF-LUX 450

Headgear: Squidbeak Shield

Clothing: Plum Barazushi Wrap

Shoes: Onyx 01STERs

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Name: _________ “Fear” Ivieran

Species: Inkling

Subspecies: Long-Armed Squid 

Ink Color(natural): Violet 

Weapon of Choice: New Squiffer

Headgear: Fake Contacts

Clothing: Office Attire

Shoes: Baggy-Sock Fringe Loafs

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Name: ____ “Anxiety” Koystvo

Species: Octoling

Subspecies: Blind Cirrate Octopus

Ink Color(natural): Orange

Weapon of Choice: Painbrush

Headgear: Noise Cancelers

Clothing: Striped Rugby

Shoes: Clownfish Basics

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Name: ______ “Envy” Bluu

Species: Octoling

Subspecies: Blue-Ringed Octopus

Ink Color(natural): Cyan

Weapon of Choice: Foil Squeezer

Headgear: Fishfry Biscuit Bandana

Clothing: Crustwear XXL

Shoes: Bubble Rain Boots 

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Name: _________ “Ennui” Vitrele

Species: Octoling

Subspecies: Glass Octopus (Richardi)

Ink Color(natural): Lilac

Weapon of Choice: Undercover Sorella Brella

Headgear: Annaki Beret

Clothing: Negative Longcuff Sweater

Shoes: Octoleet Boots

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Name: ______ “Embarrassment” Pacifico

Species: Octoling

Subspecies: Giant Pacific Octopus

Ink Color(natural): Pink

Weapon of Choice: Splatana Wiper

Headgear: Snaxolotl Hood

Clothing: Whale-Knit Sweater 

Shoes: Pink Dadfoot Sandals

[inkfissh]

Lil factoids of my number lot

My Three,for the longest time, mains splattershot, but now took up splatanas. Four mains the nautilus, Eight use Brushes, and Five uses all variety of stringers, and squiffer (they’re the only competent one who uses charger besides Marie)

Eight is a plant mom, she has a little vegetable garden on top of the apartment they all stay at

Five/“neo” is the fastest runner out of the members of NSBS

My Fours a cuttlefish

Eight wears tons of backless style clothing

Three is the chef of the damn household, they learn how to cook in a young age cause of neglectful reasons

Five was assigned ‘the new agent 3’ but captain three would feel very sad cause thats their name thats them. So they simply just title them as agent 5 instead

Three’s eye mask suppose to look like heavy eyebags

Four was a competitive player before meeting the NSBS, but dropped that after a terrible fight broke out amongst their teammates

Eight sleeps on her stomach

Five n Parsley (little buddy) lived in a worn out warehouse in somewhere in the Splatsville desert, they found a bathtub and used it as a bed for good amount of years

Three has selective mutism

Eight still kept her kamabo tag, even wears it as a brace

Five is uncomfortable about the stars

Three wears those circle glasses sometimes

Eight has a motorcycle Marina custom made

Four has a lil birthmark on her face

I dont think they all do much rank up/anarchy, other than Five after meeting some inkfishes they met up

Four works as the de-escalator in the whole group than a field agent

In the events of splatoon 3 n such, she was busy in another job she does, Four works at a research storage unit, where they collect human and mammal bones. Shes like a paleontology illustrator

Three and Eight were paired up together while they recover from the whole Kamado deal, they were very quiet at first with eachother, language barrier and little bit shy, they mostly slept and kept to themselves, was weeks before both started doing some little games wth eachother (by golly theyre hospital mates )

[iknaenmal]

squiffer is so fun im so sad i suck at it

[squiffer-propaganda]

deeply saddened by the removal of weapon inkage stamps in splatoon 3. i honestly had a blast grinding a bunch of different weapons and collecting red stamps on them in splatoon 2. i think i had around 30 different weapons with a red stamp or higher by the time splatoon 3 came out, and i still have some that are close to earning theirs. it was wonderful!

as an alternative, i plan to grind a bunch of weapons to three/four stars, but it’s just not the same 😔

[faeryton]

this is so sad :(( here's a 25% off coupon for squiffer mops and dusters SCRUB25. lava victims don't deserve a discount for one of the best mops on the market? this website is so toxic -_- i'm logging off

[hometownrockstar]

i'll fucking die for beakons theyre my favorite sub and i picked up custom e-liter solely for them because im so obsessed with them cause theyre like the most involved support thing in splatoon i just like to help out is all. and most my ink armor weapons are just cause i hate the specials on the other kits lol like squiffer. but im going to be so so so sad when splat 3 comes out and the other e-liter's kit is trash or doesnt have beakons considering ppl have said the e-liter is confirmed to have tentamissles. tentamissles is like the opposite of beakons where i will refuse to use a weapon if they have em

[salmonruntips]

Here’s our piece for the @salmonrunzine! We were one of the few duos, and we’re very excited to share our pieces! Special thanks to the zine mods for all their hard work and congratulations to the other contributors! We were really excited when we saw that this zine offered the ability to work in pairs, so we’re very grateful for the opportunity! 

Art by Katie (@katiemonz) Written by Ashe (@theashemarie)

A Lesson in Grilling

Here’s the facts: Grillers on Ruins of Ark Polaris on the third wave and everything is green; you and Katie are backed up against the basket with red lasers trained on your chests, while Kiera is having trouble climbing a wall and holding her Squiffer’s charge. The Grillers are nowhere to be seen, which is what’s so horrifying, because they’re quiet and fast and they swerve around corners like drag racers, hellbent on destroying your small squad. Dan, your fourth teammate, is a bit of a newb, but he’s trying his best, and that’s all you can ask of him really. Smallfry are his number one enemy, and there’s a running bet amongst your squad about how many times he can manage to be bludgeoned into a splat by their tiny spoons. His knees are probably bruised yellow-purple under the Grizzco uniform. It’d be sad, really, if it wasn’t so funny to hear him constantly sputtering and panicking as the tiny Salmonids serpentine toward him.

Dan is near the water, trying to outrun a swarm of said Smallfry, with only a Sploosh-O-Matic between himself and their deadly spoons. He’s on Smallfry murdering duty, a role that he’d accepted with a grim face. “Sometimes,” you’d assured him, as the sky darkened and Mr. Grizz grumbled that Grillers were on their way, “the only way to defeat your fear is to face it head on.”

You’re very much regretting that now, as a Griller swerves up a ramp and onto the top floor. Ruins of Ark Polaris is the newest in a string of places where Salmonid runs are common, and you’re not that familiar with the geography yet—it’s all vertical, with grind rails and stomach-churning drops to the water, but the Ark is a beautiful site. You and Katie liked to lean against the stern of the boat and stare back at it as you were towed away after a shift, imagining how it got that way. “The humans were in a panic,” you said once, as Katie leaned her hip against yours, spit-balling, storytelling, trying to figure it all out. “Sea level rising, nowhere to go, no time.”

“I know the feeling,” Katie said, miming a shooting action. It was graceful, fluid, because she was so seasoned with so many dualies. “Sea level rises like crazy here. I’m surprised the ship is still around.”

You looked back at the giant boosters. “Humans built things to last.”

She slung an arm around your shoulders. “Ashe, you need to stop thinking about the humans. Let’s regroup with Kiera and Dan.”

Now though, you can’t spare a glance at the ruins. The Griller is barreling toward you, not unlike an out of control Ultra Stamp, and Katie barely dodge rolls out of the way. You can hear her grunt as she lands in a splotch of green ink and tries to unstick her feet. You’re equipped with an Octobrush, which enables you to slide away from the Griller, but doesn’t really help dispatch it easily. You run away, because you’re a girl who knows when it’s best to retreat and hope to at least lead the Griller away from your teammates. Just there, you see Katie jump on a rail to lead the other Griller away. Hopefully, Kiera and Dan can help slow them down.

Things had been going well. You, Katie, and Kiera were a tri-squad for a while, picking up random freelancers when you needed them, but you wanted a fourth to round out the team. Dan was barely fresh enough to buy clothes in the square, but he was Katie’s longtime friend who desperately needed money, so you decided to take him onboard. He was a quick learner—though he got tripped up by the small things (Smallfry) and had a tendency to babble incoherently when panicked. Still, he fit the team well. Kiera preferred long-range weapons like chargers and splatlings while Katie was a dualies fiend. You were a jack-of-all trades but preferred brushes and rollers, so you needed someone who liked short-range shooters who could paint well, and Dan fit that role.

If only he didn’t get tripped up by ankle-biting Smallfry.

“Ashe, behind!” Kiera cries, and you whip around to finally see her slam an egg in the basket and train her Squiffer’s sight toward the Griller’s tail. The laser isn’t nearly long enough to hit it, so you swerve a little, crushing a few Smallfry under your brush, and lead the Griller back toward the basket. Kiera lets off her shot and it lands true; it’s just enough to finally stall the Griller out and you hear Katie give a whoop from where she’s still sailing around the basket on the rail, Dualie Squelchers aimed at the newly frozen boss.

Quickly, the three of you dispatch the Griller and pop its five eggs into the basket, easily getting over quota.

“Where’s the other one?” you ask as Katie paints around the basket and Kiera dunks down to refill her tank.

“Switched to Dan,” Katie answers. “How many specials you got?”

You reach up to feel your hat, where both special packets are still securely tied in place. “Two Splashdowns.”

“I got one Bomb Rush left,” Kiera says.

“And I’m out of Inkjet. That means Dan has Stingray.”

“He’s doomed,” you and Kiera chorus together.

Then, on cue, a very loud, very sad yell comes from down below. It’s followed shortly by a weak “Help!”

“Called it,” Katie sighs.

“I’ll get him,” you volunteer.

“Be careful,” Katie advises, and points at her chest, where a red laser has appeared, a reminder that the Grillers switch targets quickly. There’s an identical one on Kiera’s chest. “I’m gonna keep the ground painted. Kiera, get on a rail when it gets close.”

“Got it.”

The group breaks and you jump off the edge, falling as fast as you can so you can bring Dan back into the fight.

You remember, vibrantly, time before, back when Turf War was localized in the Plaza instead of the Square, when the Squid Sisters were the keepers of the news, when Strength Up was still allowed on the battlefield. Things were simpler then, and you didn’t want to let it go. Grizzco is what brought you to the Square. Grizzco with its promise of riches and teamwork, of challenge, and, most of all, of a change of pace. Turf War was fun, but there was something about getting on the boat, riding out to the abandoned places where the Salmonids spawned, something about those golden eggs, so shiny, so luminous, with their tiny sparks of life in them. You tried not to think about the little embryos that stared out at you as you dunked them into the basket.

“They have to respawn like we do,” Katie said once, as you were sailing out to Marooner’s Bay. The human’s giant abandoned ship made your Grizzco-owned vessel look tiny. “There are so many of them.”

“I hear they trade with Octarians,” you said, casting a quick glance in Kiera’s direction. Kiera, with her backwards tentacles and high-pitched voice, Octoling from head-to-toe.

“They do,” Kiera muttered back from where she was sitting with her back against the stern, checking over her Squiffer for damage. “Grillers are just really fast Flooders.”

Something about that, about her lightly accented words, said with such confidence, made you shiver. “That doesn’t bother you?” you asked her.

She shrugged and lined up her Squiffer’s sight. “I live in Inkopolis now.”

She does, along with hundreds of other Octolings—Octolings who flocked to Grizzco’s welcoming arms as quickly as they could because they needed money. You and Katie picked her up early, and you’ve been friends ever since. Lucky too—she’s a crack shot with all the weapons you’re not confident with.

You and Katie, however, are close, very close, “as close as Pearl and Marina,” your friends like to joke. Friends for a long time, growing ever closer, Grizzco is your primary source of income. Without it, both of you would be seriously hurting for cash. Plus, there’s something super appealing about trying to figure it out, the Salmonid patterns, the weapons and their roles, the dangerous waves that happen after dark. And together, with Katie, you feel invincible.

But, back to the present. You reach Dan quickly, save him from certain doom, and lead him back up to the basket with your brush. He breathes a breathless thanks in your direction, and you merely push his Sploosh-O-Matic toward the ground, muzzle aimed for the Smallfry. “Shoot them,” you say. “Just keep your feet painted and they’ll die.”

“Got it!” Dan nods once, forcefully, and follows your directions. He’s a fast learner.

Around the basket, there’s pandemonium. The Grillers targeting both Kiera and Katie have arrived and they’ve already taken a chunk out of Kiera. She’s respawning slowly, crying for help at steady intervals, while Katie is dodge rolling away, aiming for a rail again. She’s almost out of ink though.

You point Dan toward Kiera and he nods again. Given direction, he tears across the map, easily dodging a Griller and only getting caught up on Smallfry for a few seconds. You hear him save Kiera when she lets out a loud booyah and you focus on clearing the ground of any green ink.

There isn’t much you can do with two Grillers running around. Your Octobrush hits hard, but the Grillers move in fast, unpredictable patterns, so instead you rush for a rail. You have to get on top of the Griller if you have any hope of doing any good, safe damage.

The rails have always been your favorite thing about the Ruins. A Grizzco addition, they circle the basket like sharks, and you love jumping on and seeing everything from a different angle. Plans form, bosses scatter, Smallfry swing their spoons, and your team regroups. Kiera backs into the basket, using it for cover, Dan takes to attacking Smallfry, lip caught between his teeth in concentration, Katie sails by on the other side, still on her rail, trying to fill her ink tank.

You’re close to the end of the rail now. Kiera dispatches a Griller with a well-aimed shot, and it explodes with a burst of machinery and purple ink. The other Griller switches targets, its laser moving from Katie to Dan. Dan, now a closer target, panics and tries to get out of the way as the boss changes direction.

You leap, Octobrush primed. It feels familiar in your hands, and your fingers and palm are well-calloused from holding it, from swinging it; your arms know its rhythm, and you instinctively know its range. The Griller doesn’t stand a chance.

You land on top of the Griller and bring your Octobrush down with a loud whap! It twangs off the top of the boss and you slide backward. All according to plan. It switches targets, to the most dangerous attacker, and the laser appears on your chest. As you go down, you swipe, hitting true to the tail and stalling it out. The Griller freezes, panicked, and your frantic teammates shoot at it as its tails twirl about its UFO-shaped body.

It goes down. All four of you grab an egg and deliver them. You let Dan grab the fifth.

Then, two more lasers appear (Dan and Kiera) and you share only a moment of peace, a single breath where you look at each other and smile.

Dan yelps, because a Smallfry has managed to escape his Sploosh-O-Matic’s wrath, and he grabs at his leg. “My knees will never be the same!” he cries.

Everyone laughs, but then the Grillers appear, careening up the ramps.

Back to work.

[fynntales]

Plot: Canyon Conquest - Prologue Part 4

((This story takes place during the Squid Sister Stories. Which is 9 months, after the Final Splatfest. Fynn was feeling melancholy since the new year had started. Just what made him down in the dumps?))

Team Pinkognito (Fynn, Angela, Maye, and Dewey), Team Sky Splash (Skyla and Scorpia), Mysti, and Tundra belongs to me.

Eimie belongs to @eiden-squid | @marchant-girls

Overtime, Fynn’s mobility and combat is improving since the first day of training. Each day, he recieved a heavier set of ankle weights from Tundra. As always, Fynn followed her instructions by walking in a patient manner around the dojo.

After perfecting his slightly toned ankles, he’s feeling as light as a Carbon Roller when he took them off. It feels weird at first, but it didn’t take long for him to move around freely. He was feeling quick and nimble as a result. Now that the first session is done, he stick to his usual regiment. 50 pushups, 50 situps, 50 squats, and a 5km run around the dojo. After he was done with his set, Tundra and Fynn began sparring on the battlefield.

“C'mon, don’t tell me that’s all you got?” Tundra was wielding a Classic Squiffer for battle. She looked down on Fynn, who is on his knees and covered in teal ink.

“Haa… ha.. Not even close..” Even though he’s taken so many beatings, he still smiled up at him. Fynn slowly got up on his knees, still gripping his Wasabi Splattershot. “Again..!!” Fynn lets out his battle cry and charged in, guns blazing.

Tundra readied her charger and aimed at Fynn’s head. She might have lost her eye, but it doesn’t mean that she’s out of commission. She fired her weapon and… she missed!

Fynn had swiftly moved to the right and managed to get behind her. He dropped in a Splat Bomb near her feet.

“Oh, man..!!” She was too late for to escape from the blast. Luckily, she survived the inksplosion from the Splat Bomb. She was about to recover, until Fynn had trapped her. A cunning tactic to flush out the enemy and finish the job. She’s rather impressed than surprised.

Fynn looked down at her with his Splattershot in his hand. “Yield, now.” He demanded. He could splat her in any moment.

Tundra looked around to see that her weapon had fallen out of her hands and she’s unable to move in his own ink. She sighed in defeat and held her hands up. “Ya got me. I surrender.”

“Not falling for the same trick, again.” He still has his finger on the trigger. He was tricked the first time when Tundra had swept him off his feet, causing him to lose his balance.

“Shoot..! Thought it would’ve worked a second time..” She had been toying with the new disciple for a month and a half. It’s about to time to end today’s session. “I mean it, this time. I, Tundra shall admit defeat. Now, can you help me up?” She asked, extending an arm.

Fynn lowered his weapon and reached out his hand to Tundra. He pulled her up with a bit of strength left. He was completely drained from today. “So, that’s it for now?” He panted, lightly. He was wondering how long has he been cooped up in this dusty old dojo? After every session, he felt homesick. He really misses his girlfriend, Eimie and the rest of his friends and family.

“You’re worried about your friends, eh?” Tundra can read him like a book. She glanced over to see the calendar. Today’s July 5th and it's 11:00 pm, which is close to Fynn’s 20th birthday. “Since you’ve improved well since the beginning, I guess I’ll let you go for a few days.” She’s got some other errands to run while he’s away from the dojo.

Fynn’s eyes lit up when she said it. “F-For realsies?! I can return back to Inkopolis?!” He’s not sure if she was joking or not. Definitely not.

Tundra nodded happily. “You’re free to go for the time being. I got some other things to attend to." She walked upstairs to her own room. She looked back at him and said: "Hurry along, now. It'd be best to return home and rest.” She waved goodbye to him and proceed to take a nap in her room.

Several minutes later, Fynn was returning home from Octo Valley with his stuff in tow. It's already nighttime and everyone's either asleep or enjoying their evening. Once he made it home safely, he noticed a certain purple squid on the rooftop. She seemed very sad and lonely, which made Fynn worry. ("Eimie... please forgive me for leaving you....")

Eimie was about to get back down until she had noticed the random squid who is super jumping to her on the rooftop. Hopefully, it doesn't disturb the other neighbors. She was startle at first until she saw Fynn, right next to her. "F-F-Fynny..?!" Eimie stared up at Fynn, shaking like a leaf. It's been a month in a half since Fynn was missing. Not only Eimie was worrying about her boyfriend, but Team Pinkognito's Angie, Maye, and Dewey. Without warning, she hugged him tightly. "W-Where on earth have you been?! We were worried sick..!!" She began to sob.

"Shhh.. It's okay.. I'm here now... I'll explain this til' morning.." Fynn wrapped his arms around her waist and shushed her. It didn't take long for Eimie to calm herself down from the uncontrollable sobbing. All it matters is that he returned back to Inkopolis for the weekend.

Once the sun raises on the horizon, Fynn got plenty of good sleep with Eimie. For some odd reason, the nightmares were gone after each training session with Tundra. Now, Fynn was sitting by the dinning room table and he was face-to-face with Eimie. She was waiting for an answer from Fynn after so long.

"If you're wondering about my disappearance, I was out in Octo Valley. I met a pro battler like me who knows more about mobility and endurance. Her name is Tundra and she's my personal trainer at her own Battle Dojo. I've been training for at least a month in a half. Soon, I'll be finshed for a couple of months. It's a good thing, I got here in time to see you." Fynn smiles for a bit until he stared down at the table. "I'm sorry for making you and my friends worry like this.."

Without warning, Eimie flicked him on the forehead, causing Fynn to cover his forehead in pain. "You just don't go off without telling me, dork.." She couldn't stay mad at him after his explanation. She kissed the bruised spot on his forehead to make it feel better. "How about I make you some breakfast? You seemed starving from the training." She walked over to the kitchen to fetch some pancake mix, bacon, and eggs.

"I have been eating fruit because I'm staying fit." A little fattening wouldn't hurt him. He'll just burn off the calories during a light jog.

A few moments later, Fynn was feeling satified and refreshed after breakfast. It's great to have a girlfriend who can cook, as long as Fynn cleans the entire apartment room with ease. Fynn was sitting on the couch, reading all the birthday wishes, not to mention the "please come back safe" messages from his friends. He scheduled a meeting at his place in response. He sent the same message to both Sky Splash and Kriller Bees.

Once he was done with his phone, he noticed Eimie was about to leave. "We're you heading off too, babe?" Fynn asked, feeling curious. Before he left Inkopolis, he'd noticed that Eimie went off to see Eika.

"I'm going to stop by the grocery store and pick up some food and drinks. Just in case if your friends show up." Suddenly, Eimie gave him a kiss on the lips. "It won't take long, Fynny. Don't go anywhere~" Who knows what would happen if Eimie starts to worry again.

Fynn did some summer cleaning around the apartment while Eimie was out to buy some groceries. It's been an hour or two to make preparation for their arrival. As he was about done with cleaning, he heard a light knock on the front door. He spun around and made his way to the door. "I'm coming!" He said, before unlocking the door and opening it. Suddenly, he was immediately glomped by another pink inkling with a straw boater hat.

"Ohmygosh, you're back!! I've been trying to reach you, but you didn't answer and..." Fynn's teammate, Maye blurted out quickly. She was later, shushed by her twin brother; Dewey.

"Calm down, sis. He's not dead or anything." Dewey's gaze was focused on his captain. "Seriously, Fynn. Where on earth have you been? As a captain like yourself, you shouldn't just leave without an explanation. Everybody knows that."

And then, there's Angie with her roomate, Mysti. "The other two are arriving, shortly. Unfortunately for Dawn and Hanzo, they're both busy at the moment.. And Hunni's team aren't going to make it because they're already training for the tournament.." Behind Angie, Mysti was standing there and looking over her roommates shoulder. The Mimic Octoling seems to be a bit concerning about Fynn's health.

"I'm relieved, you're alright..!" She stepped closer to him and checked for any scars or injuries. She noticed that Fynn's face still has a bit of dirt from outside. ("There's no mistaken it.. He must've been training hard.. I know someone who would do such a thing...") She rubbed her chin until she looked up into Fynn's gaze. "There are no major injuries on your body. That's good."

Fynn was rather exhausted after each session. During training, he didn't whine or complain and he takes it easy on his own pace. "Of course, I'm alright. There's no need tp worry about me. Noow then, let's all sit down and I'll tell you what really happened." Everyone including Fynn sat down on either the couch or the floor. Before Fynn could confess, there was another knock at the door. He quickly opened the door ro reveal his cousin, Skyla and Scorpia. "Hey, cousin! Scorp! Come sit with us. I was just about to tell you my story." He went back to his seat.

"Where the hell were you for the past few weeks!? Dawn, Aunt Cherry, AND Uncle Ray were worried sick about you!" The tiny inkling sat down with the rest of them. She had already signed the applications for the fall semester and she has gotten the word from Angie.

"......" Scorpia leaned against the wall, crossing her arms. During Fynn's absense, she got a new mask from the new Galleria as a present from her sister, Azalea.

And so, Fynn explained why he was gone. He met a teal-colored inkling at Arowana Mall while Fynn and Dawn were out shopping. He accepted her as her new disciple and began training at her Battle Dojo in Octo Valley. He's been working hard for a month in the half, until he came back to Inkopolis to spend some quality time with the gang for the weekend.

I see.. So, that's why you kept this to yourself? And what about your nightmares that Eimie me mentioned about..?" Angie said, still worried about him.

"I.. kinda forgotten all about that during training. I slept well, I ate well, and there's nothing wrong with me." Fynn shrugged. He stopped worrying about himself and others, just his main purpose. "So, there you have it. I've been improving for a month in a half I couldn't bare the thought of letting my teammates down.. No, everyone down.." He lowered his gaze.

Everyone remained silent for a while until Skyla walked up to Fynn. She planted a light and painless jab to his cheek. She looked up at her cousin and smiles. "You really are an idiot by heart, but you're my idiot. There's no need to worry about us. Whatever training you're doing, don't lose faith." Skyla has known him for 6 years when he started moving in with his aunt, Naomi.

"Sky's right. You're still stronger than you think. We'll be there to support you." Scorpia took off her surgical mask and smiles. She's not worrying about revealing her scar on her mouth.

Next up is the Berri Twins. Dewey stepped up to face Fynn. "I've always been frustated because of you. But you're a great addition to the team. I hate to admit it, but I respect you."

Maye nodded, ethusiastically. "I couldn't thank you enough for treating me for ice cream after my rejection, about a year ago. I'm happy to have you as our captain!"

Last but not least, Angie and Mysti approached to Fynn. "You're not a burden to everyone. You've done so much for the past year. You don't need to worry about us, all the time. If you're feeling down, please tell us. Because that's what friends do.." And with that, Mysti nodded happily with her.

Fynn was moved by everyone. He's been worried about his dark past for a while. Angie was right about one thing, he has friends to support him and guide him in the right direction. "Everyone.. Thank you.. You don't know how much this means alot to me.." Fynn was about to shed a tear, but he dried up.

The heart-warming moment was interrupted when his girlfriend immediately opened the door with some groceries in her hand. She looked very shocked and frightened.

"F-Fynn, everyone, You've got to see this!" Eimie cried, reaching for the remote to the TV. She flipped the channels until she found the Inkopolis News.

"Eimie.. What's going o-" Fynn stopped his sentence when he saw there's no Great Zapfish on the tower in Inkopolis PLaza. It's been captured again. But they were far from over. Everyone was questioning about Callie's disappearance. Once the news is over, everyone went silent again.

"M-Missing..?!" Mysti gasped. She knows who is behind all of this. The Mimic Octoling has heard about her kind's attempt at stealing the Great Zapfish once. She's got a bad feeling about this.

"W-What happened to Callie?! I thought, she was going to do a fan meeting at Starfish Mainstage..!" Maye panicked, a bit.

("This can't be happening.. At a time like this..?!") As a former agent like Fynn, he used to defend Inkopolis during situations like this one. Now that the Great Zapfish is missing again, they'll lose power for good. He needs to find Tundra and fast. Maybe, they'll investigate the problem and inform a Squidbeak Splatoon member. If only Agent 3 was here.

"E-Everybody, remain calm!!" Eimie stood in the middle of the group. "We still have generators, in case of emergency. For the meantime, I brought snacks and drinks over. Ain't that right, Fynn?" She looked around to find Fynn, but he vanished without a trace. Eimie's heart felt cold. "F-Fynn..?! Fynn..!!" She cried out, but he was long gone.

The group searched for Fynn as well, still no use. He must've snuck out to find help while Eimie was talking. "Oh no... Where did Fynn go, this time...?" Angie said, worrying about him even more.

Fynn rushed out of the apartment, heading straight towards the Plaza by bike. The situation is starting to take effect. Some of the lights began flickering on and off until the flickering stopped. He must head back to the dojo, before it's too late.

A few moments later, Fynn arrived at the Battle Dojo and he came to a screeching halt. He quickly stepped inside of the dojo and Fynn froze in place. The entire dojo is trashed and covered in fuschia ink. That ink is color is coming from the Octarians. ("There's no mistaken the ink.. It's from the Octarians.. I need to search for Tundra..") Before he could go up the stairs, he heard an eerie and cute giggle from afar.

"Lost, little rat?" A female voice filled Fynn's ears. It wasn't long until one Octoling approached to him with an Octoshot in her hand. If Fynn could see through her new shades, her eyes were filled with inklust. Suddenly, the other three soldiers have surrounded him.

"Okay.. What's going on..?" Fynn looked around to see the 4 Octolings that are aiming at him. Could they be out for revenge from 2 years ago?

"I'll ask the questions here, punk!!" The black-tentacled elite barked at him, causing Fynn to silence himself. "Tell us where Unit-237 is or we'll start splatting you to bits. We've already found your location during your so-called training." She has her finger on the trigger and ready to shoot if he tries to escape or not answer to her question.

Today's been a huge mess for him. There was no Great Zapfish, no sign of Tundra, and worst of all, no escape. The four elite have cornered him in all directions. ("So much for a pleasant weekend from the dojo.. Without my gun or roller, I'm screwed... Unless, I need to think carefully and fast..!") His memories came rushing back to the ankle weights training. Maybe, he could juke them out and outsmart them without his weapons. Fynn's sufficient training with Tundra will be put to good use for odds like this.

To Be Continued...

[katiekatstudios]

my experience with the squiffer tonight in a nutshell

(than i ran out of ink. than i got sad. i had a popsicle.)

[crest-of-gautier]

i don't think she loves me back guys :/

all i want for christmas is squiffer....

[squiffer-propaganda]

a fellow gold dynamo saw me trying to party, looked me in the eye, and crushed not only my body but also my faith in humanity

[squiffer-propaganda]

damn it really is no fun allowed during splatfest huh