Chapter 1 - Sunset

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10 seconds until Tartar fired his laser, one Hyperbomb yet to detonate. Eight tuned into the hyperbomb's frequency, it was coming from the top of the statue's head. No time to waste then.

9...

Eight began swimming to the right side of the statue.

8...

He reached the highest point of the right side.

7...

He aimed his Octo-Shot at the grapplink.

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He steadied his arm.

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He fired a single, precise shot.

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His ink hit the grapplink and his form sped towards it.

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Eight landed skilfully on the ink rail.

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He aimed his Octo-Shot as he sped towards the final Hyperbomb.

1...

He fired. His ink sped towards the final Hyperbomb and with less than a second until full charge remaining, the Hyperbomb went off, preventing any further power from entering the statue. Smirking in triumph Eight allowed himself to fall backward, of the statue. He fell downwards, towards the sea, and landed momentarily on the platform beneath one of the smaller helicopters. The Octoling super-jumped back to the copter the others were on and skidded to a halt, ready to fight even more if he needed to. Marina began frantically typing on her laptop, "Energy readings don't indicate a full charge, but it looks like it's going to fire anyway!" She declared in a voice laced with panic and despair. "Number 10,008..." Tartar droned over the humongous speakers on the statues laurel wreath "No test subject has worked so hard to foil my plans... But now you will blend into... the perfect world the professor envisioned!" He laughed mechanically "Goodbye 10,008. Farewell to you and that worthless cesspool of a city..." he said, and the statues beam began readying to fire.

Eight scowled and was preparing to super-jump back to the statue to prevent Tartar when Pearl leapt down from the copter above onto the platform beside him. "Great work, Eight-I got it from here!" She said patting Eight on the shoulder and turning to face the statue. "VOCAL CHORDS READY!" She exclaimed. "AYO STATUE!" Pearl yelled pointing her fingers to the sky, her hair beginning to glow as a special charged up. Pearl flipped a huge Killer Wail out of no-where, though it was rather unique. The Killer Wail had a huge version of her crown, and an Off The Hook keychain hanging off it. The statue blasted it laser off, and Pearl lent forward, and yelled into the Killer Wail's microphone "Boo-YAAAAAAHHHHHH!" A huge pink torrent of pure sound blasted from the end of the Killer Wail and hurtled towards the swiftly approaching beam from Tartar's statue. The two met in the middle in a furious battle of power, one-second one was in a weaker, more vulnerable state, the next the other beam was in the weaker state, then, just as it looked like the statues beam was gonna completely destroy the Killer Wail, the Wail blasted through the green beam and into the statue not destroying it, but rendering it useless. As the statue sank, Tartar spoke his final words " Professor... Our reunion beckons..." And with that, the giant statue sank into the depths of the sea.

Everything seemed to go silent, as eight looked around at everyone. They were all smiling and locking each other in tight embraces, he thought he saw Marina crying from relief. He crouched down beside the stirring figure of Agent 3. She slowly blinked and looked around. Eight rested his head on his hand and smiled at Three admiringly. She stood up wobbling and swaying in the breeze. She lost her balance and fell, and the world started moving again for Eight.

He jumped to his feet and caught Three before she fell and hurt herself even more. She looked up at him, to see who dared try to help her, Agent Three! She could handle herself thank you very much. She was greeted by the face of Agent Eight, an octoling. His head illuminated from behind by the falling sun, his mohawk tentacle drooping slightly and a concerned look donned his face, and at that moment, he looked perfect to Three. Of course, Three would never admit this. A light dusting of red-coated her cheeks. They stayed in that position for a few seconds before Eight smiled and helped Three into a sitting position on the edge of the platform. She rubbed the back of her head. "T-thanks," she muttered. THE HELL! DID I JUST FUCKING STUTTER??? Yelled the voice in her head. Ordinarily, Three was a calm headed, down to Earth individual, she does NOT stutter. Eight gave her a thumbs up. Three nodded, then grimaced and pulled her hand from behind her head. She was met with the sight of green ink. A look of worry appeared on Eight's face. He held up a single finger and pulled the pack off his back and opened it. Reaching in, he extracted a large plaster and he shuffled around to behind Three. "That's really not necessary!" She said shaking her hands, "I'm can handle my-". Three was cut off by Eight placing a finger on her mouth to silence her protests. The dusting of red returned. WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME??? Carefully he pulled away and applied the plaster to a small hole in Three's tentacles, ignoring the slight sting coming from the contact of the green ink.

He finished up and wandered back to sit beside Three. "U-um," Three stuttered. There it was again! She shook her head and steadied her voice. She extended a hand to Eight "I'm Agent 3, of the New Squidbeak Splatoon" Eight looked at her, closing his eyes and tilting his head slightly whilst grinning, causing Three's face to go slightly pink and she pulled back her hand so she could cover her blush. "A-and you are?" She asked him crossing her arms and tilting her own head. The octoling opened up his eyes and held 8 fingers up for Three to see. "Eight? Is that your name?" Three questioned. Eight nodded and Three looked at him oddly. "You don't speak much do you?" She asked. The octoling merely shook his head and turned to face the sunset. Three turned her head to the sunset as well but soon turned her head back to Eight. His face was lit up by the setting sun, and he had a look of wonder upon it. She took the time to take in every detail about him, his blue eyes, the swirling markings around them and his, soft, enticing li- Three turned a violent shade of crimson as shook her head. I did NOT just think that! Nope. Didn't happen! She thought, holding her head in her hands. What is going on with me today?

"YO!" A high pitch screech sounded from behind them, and Eight only just began to turn when the small pink figure of Pearl jumped on him, embracing him "Epic job yo! You just saved us all from becoming a bunch of messed up slime!" Eight just tensed up and then relaxed, slowly returning the hug. Three just watched on expressionlessly, yet felt, something in their gut gnawing at her. Pearl pulled away and grinned stupidly at Eight. Marina wandered over with the Cap'n and they all sat or stood and stared into the sunset, happy to be able to see it for another day, and, in Eight's case, full of wonder and hope for the future.

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