Chapter 11: The discovery

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As he walked through the place, a certain thought about that ghost came to mind. What was that, who was that, and most importantly where did they come from? Agent 7 shook his head, "Now is not the time for that, Cap'n Cuttlefish is depending on me." He then went back to searching

After a while, Agent 7 found some pages on the ground, he then picked the pages up and started to read it

The pages were mostly about a secret society of these people called fishlings, and their own history of the aftermath of the first Great Turf War starting

"Huh?"

Someone started to giggle

Agent 7 turned around and saw a fishling as they call it

The Fishling used their blaster and started to shoot their ink blasts at Agent 7

"Gah!" He got hit badly from the ink blast, he quickly turned into his octo form and swam for recovery, "*mind*That was close!"

"Where did it go?!" The Fishling yelled in anger

Another Fishling troop arrived in irritation, "Amanda you squidiot! You let them get away!"

"Well at least I wasn't late, Jared!" Amanda retaliated

"Why you-" The Fishling was cut off by a sudden shriek of annoyance

"You troops are so immature! Just follow what King Kainalu commanded, that's an order!" The Fishling was different from the others, their ink color on their head was faded into a different color

"Y-Yes sir!" The two Fishlings said in allegiance

They then left to scout the area

Agent 7 sighed in relief, "*mind* I thought they'd never leave..." He then got up, "*mind*So there's a King here...interesting."

*KRshhhh* "COMING IN AGENT 7, CAN YOU HEAR ME?" Cap'n Cuttlefish was a bit too close to the mic

Agent 7 rubbed his head in response to pain, "Yup...loud and clear, Cap'n. But maybe you should back up a little bit from the mic?"

Cap'n Cuttlefish followed his advice, "Now's not the time for that! I just picked up a signal that one of my agents are here!."

Agent 7 nodded, "Just tell me their coordinates and I'll be there."

"Alrighty, I'll just contact them and-AHHHHHHH!" Cap'n Cuttlefish shrieked

Agent 7 got startled "Cap'n?! Cap'n, are you ok?! Cap'n Cuttlefish can you read me?!..."

There was no reply

Agent 7 was getting concerned for Cap'n Cuttlefish, was he dead? Did he fall in a ditch? Did he get captured? OR WORSE! Maybe he sprained his back!? "*mind*...I'll go with the captured option."

A gun was pointed at the back of his head, "Don't you dare move, Octoling. I won't hesitate to shoot."

Agent 7 felt chills crawling up his back, "*mind*Shoot, they sound really intimidating!" Agent 7 stood up with his hands up and turned around, "For the love of Cod don't shoot me. I'll do anyth-" Agent 7 looked at the person

The person was an Inkling and was 5'5, he had the mush-cut, and was wearing a the same clothing that Skye was going out today.

"........." Agent 7 stared at him, "*mind*Cod he's short."

"Wh-Why are you staring at me like that?! You should be afraid!" He puffed up in anger

"*mind* He doesn't look intimidating." Agent 7 pinched his cheeks, "*mind* He's like an angry lil Judd."

"OWWW! Shtappp! Shat hurtsss!!!!" He put Agent 7's hands off of his cheeks, "Where's Cap'n Cuttlefish when you need him?" He mumbled under his breath

Agent 7 heard him, "Wait, you know Cap'n?"

"Depends, are you the one he meant in this text?" He then showed his phone to Agent 7

*Agent 4.5! There's an agent here you need to team up with, his name isdjhdjsndjdndnnxn*

Agent 7 nodded

He sighed, "Welp, I guess we'll have to work together." He then took out his hand, "I'm Agent 4.5, you are?"

"Agent 7."

"Well 7, you're stuck with me now, whether you like it or not. Got it?" 4.5 looked at him seriously

Agent 7 gave him the thumbs up

"Onwards to getting out of this place!" 4.5 raised his gun high up and fisted the air

"........." Agent 7 out his hand on his heart, "*mind*What is this feeling?"



Authors note: Wow! A new chapter! I just had to keep writing this series! By the way, I made the banner myself, hope you like it! Anyways, Stay Fresh!

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