Random Splatoon stories I write when I'm bored in class

Bottled Surprise

They stand for a second, watching with disappointment, then to turn around to get Frye another one when suddenly the can violently spews out more. Their look is now more apparent. It keeps on spraying, though. An ungodly amount. The can shouldn't hold that much, there's no possible way. It was all so bizarre until a large glob leisurely leaks out of the can and sinks into the substance below. Now everything somehow got even more bizarre!
Deep Cut is currently extremely disturbed by this sighting, even disgusted how Frye could've consumed this. Big Man and Shiver snap out of their trance and look down into their hands, or fins, to their drinks, making a quick decision to just ditch it. "Uhh.. U-uhm guys...." Frye stutters. The two look back up to see a figure forming from out of the liquid, no, the ink. The thing then stands upright to reveal itself, it's an octoling! But not just any, it's the soldiers from Alterna, the fuzzy octolings!

The gang jump back to hold their ground, they don't want to fight, not now or out here, as their only plan is to make the intruding octoling back off. Before much is decided of the band the girl barks out a quick word, right after cans inside the vending machine rattle out to spread all over on the floor. Even the ones Shiver and Big Man had follow this, they all bubble and spill purple ink from their containers but in a much quicker cycle than the first.
Colored mist vents out the disposed cans and swiftly fills the compact alleyway the four stand in, such a short matter of time and more octolings emerge from the flooded ground, now one has now turned into ten! They multiply fast in numbers but Deep Cut is able to keep track of how many, only issue is that they're stuck in enemy ink and to make matters worse surrounded by them all. They scan around, failing to recognize atleast one crack in which they can hopefully make a brisk escape. Tension rises between the three as they come to terms that they're sorta fucked.

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NEARBY

Not too far away, two friends sit next to each other speaking upon their business until one of them spots something abnormal behind the other. They look over their friend's head to find purple fog flowing out from a small space just a few feet from them. The inkling with yellow braided hair signals their hand outwards for their friend to stop, they stand up and survey the situation ahead, then coming to the conclusion that they may just have to intervene themselves.
The yellow one then puts on their backpack and equips their tri-stringer at the ready. They take no hesitation to walk straight into the mist, as they decided the problem must be taken care of by someone and it must be now.

The blue octoling shouts over to his friend "You're not going into that.. are you? Are you insane? Just because you're X rank doesn't mean you can handle anything!" he attempts at calling his friend back, "That's an obvious trap and you're walking right into it! We need to call the authorities! Someone who's actually a professional at dangerous things like this!"

The yellow one looks over, back still facing their mate. They decide to ignore his warning to turn ahead continue walking, they make a sharp whistle and snap their fingers to which their small salmonid friend flies right into their bag in response .
The blue one cannot just leave his friend to die, can he? He grabs his 96 gal along with his ink tank and hurries after them, hoping this won't be their last battle.

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BACK TO DEEP CUT

The rival guarding the front of the band says a quick line before pointing her gun at them, smiling deviously and putting her other hand on her hip with confidence and sass. Frye and Big Man take a quick stare at Shiver, expecting some kind of translation from octoling to octoling. Shiver responds in a shaky shrug, the opponents accent was too heavy and they're definitely not from the Splatlands, she couldn't understand. The rival slightly drops her pose and groans towards the response, great. She spits out another call and the rest surrounding the three pull out weapons of all kinds; shooters, splatlings, rollers, snipers, dualies, and brushes. Some of them even held clumps of fuzz in their hands, as It appears that they're not only here for a fight but to fuzzify whoever they come across, the team all wait for the right moment to attack.