Splatoon Manga Various x Modern! Otaku! Reader [DISCONTINUED]

Fresh Fresh Greenery

"Heh, ya know..."

"I actually don't mind if I lose, even if it's by proactive or purposeful means," Gloves bragged, "I feel un-cool."

As if on cue, Glasses and Backwards began to deadpan.

"I WILL ABSOLUTELY WIN!" The peeved thots cried in sync.

"You're on our side," Headphones muttered.

And then it was decided you would be a placeholder for Bobble hat— again.

Why Bobble hat?

It's not like she did anything wrong...

Well, fuck it, you're here so you're fucking here, and be GLAD.

BE FUCKING GLAD

"Let's go!" Goggles suggested, leading the way towards the stage— Blackbelly Skate Park.

—Time Skip—

Ready...

Go!

On cue, you watched the blue team ink a cobalt blue path.

You? You didn't bother to ink, you just decided to follow the path, just to save ink.

'SAVING INK FOR THE EPIC-SHOWDOWN AGAINST GLOVES AM I RIGHT?!'

'DUALIES V (F/W) LETZ GO'

Well, you wanted to 1v1 him, there was to be much rolling.

Or maybe just two rolls, due to the roll limit.

Then for him to hide and start rolling again.

"Let's go!"

"Take the higher ground!" Backwards ordered, Cleats doing as asked.

You hurriedly swam through your blue ink, searching for Gloves. 'Soo, Headphones and Bobble— err I, am supposed to corner him, then he rolls away like a fucking show-off...'

Ah, there!

You quickly turned to your right, only yo find Headphones and Glasses ganging up on Gloves, attacking from both sides.

You quickly hid in the ink, but not so quick as to make a sound. You patiently waited for him to roll away, so you could quickly splat him.

"Darn, it's an attack from both sides!" Gloves cried, pretending to be in a panic.

"Oh well," he muttered, smirking.

Splat!

Splat!

"All two have been hit!"

"Oh no," Goggles muttered, wide-eyed. NOBODY FUCKING SAYS "OH NO!"

"Heh, what's the matter? I thought you said you were gonna beat me—"

Now!

"Keke~ not so fast, hot-shot~"

"!"

Splat!

"Woah, nice job, (Y/n)!" Goggles commended.

You playfully squid-bagged in response. You had done thy task of splatting thee thot.

iT'S nOt rAnKeD sO iT's oKaY tO sQuIdBaG

You abruptly heard a sound.

'From the green ink! An enemy—'

"Cool right, these are called splat dualies," Gloves bragged, emerging from the green ink— brushing off what happened effortlessly.

"So cool!"