Splatoon manga x Reader

Mask x Reader

Y/N's Pov

I hopped onto my Xbox One, because fuck the other consoles heehee hoohoo, and started playing Call Of Booty.

As always, I played with voice chat, because nothing eeeever goes wrong during a Call Of Doody voice chat, right?

I was shooting the shit outta zombies, when suddenly I was ganged up on by the undead bastards, and I was badly injured.

"Fuck. Someone pls help me," I spoke through my microphone thing.

"Lmao how tf did you get hurt so faaaaast," I heard one of my teammates say in a drunkingly-like manner. Who dafuq drinks during a game of cod. Unless if his voice is just like that idfk.

"Don't insult me, incel bitch," I spat. This clearly angered the asshole on the other end.

"Shut the fuck uuuup. I say what I want, sluuuuut!"

Inhaling, I prepared to say my special comeback.

"What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo."

"....."

"...."

"Holy shiiiit, you like meeeemes?!" he spoke. The way he asked was kinda cute ngl.

"Yeah no shit Sherlock," I replied.

"Omg, marry meeeee," he beamed.

"K."

After that event, Mask and Y/N got into a relationship after a game of Dall Of Cuty. The end.