"Blue team!"
Ah, fuck.
You actually zoned out of the whole match.
'NOOO MY SCRAMBLED EGG KING'S DICC—'
"With an unbelievable 0.1%, they have beaten the monarchy!"
"We won!"
You heard their cheers from outside.
You were still in the viewing area, one of the last squids there.
Smiling, you took off. A party was to be had, and you wanted to see if you could join on in Mask's Salmon Run shift.
"We did it!"
"You've sure done it now!"
Aand you made it to see Glasses's dicc.
You were about to remark about how Headphones was staring, when;
"The idiot team has changed history!"
Ahh right. Forgot about that line.
"Don't call us idiots!"
You chuckled, "Hey, blue team!"
"(Y/n)!"
"I'll be waiting at the Crust Bucket," you explained, knowing the idiots had some business with Emperor. You wanted to track Mask down— as quickly as possible so you could join him.
—TimeSkip—
"Eat as much as you want!"
"Delicious!"
"Right?"
Aand cue the floating Goggles.
Snickering at this, you paced around, looking for Mask.
"Here come the cake!"
"Cake?"
Oh, Rider cake.
'Ah, right... Mask appears in a panel besides Rider...'
You looked to see Rider, and Masky nearby.
"We made it~!!"
"This isn't celebrating us though!"
"Wheeew, you're popular!" Aloha playfully remarked, looking at Rider.
"They're all men."
"Huh?!" Mask gasped, possibly interested in them ;).
"I can eat another."
"An illusion?!"
You snickered. What a wild bunch...
"Hey wait— I wanted some of it!" you exclaimed, realizing that it probably tasted good.
"I can also eat more," Goggles claimed, rolling around as a fat ball.
"Really?!"
"Leave it to me..."
You moved your (e/c) optics to find,
"COMMANDER CURRY—"
"ANNOYING ORANGE!"
"WHYY—"
"Yaay! Huge serving! Huge serving!" Goggles cheered, big pot in hand.
SHIT I SHOULD SAVE INKFALL FROM GETTING DIRTY RIGHT?!
At the speed of light, you pushed Inkfall out of the way, and let the small drop of curry spill onto your (c/g).
"(Y/n)?!"
You chuckled, and turned to the fallen, awe-stricken Inkfall, lending your hand towards him, "Here. I saved you— didn't I?"
"Aren't you..."
"Hey wait— she's the one who claimed that our team gets pleasure from smearing the enemy in ink..."
"Disgusting."
"Despicable..."
'WHYYY??!'
Sighing, you looked to see Masky, sneaking away.
So you snuk up to him, and patted his back.
"Hey Masky," you whispered, startling him, "Mind if join you for a Salmon Run shift? I'm a profreshional— promise."
"Uhm, suru?" Mask answered, nodding. Bamboozled as to how you knew of the shady group that is Grizzco.
"So," Mask began, as you headed towards the little area, "Hyuk, Youu deciided to looose?"
"No shit, Sherlock."
"..."
"What? I can just my scrambled egg king on a private battle," you explained, "or rather... a date—"
"Good, no."
You snickered, "Well, whatever. I can ask him once we start out shift."
"?"
"Because, Masky, little do you know," you began, getting in front and pointing at him, "Empy is gonna join us!"
"..."
"..?"
"Whaat..?"
—Time Skip—
You were on a boat.
With Mask.
The boat that goes to the spawning grounds— where your shift would begin.
Also Emperor was on the boat. But you didn't tell Mask yet.
The boat was chillin' at the dock, waiting for players.
'Hhh is this going to have five players or..?'
"Eh?"
"Yeah!"
"Eh?"
"Ooh, Mask. They're here," you whispered, informing Mask.
"?"
You came with him as he peered to see who he was working with.
"Eeh?!"
"It's Mask! (Y/n)!"
"No, really—"
"Huu! Why are youu guys heere?!"
"You're noisy, ignoramuses."
"?!"
"A TEAAM OF FIIVE?! WHY ARE YOUU ALL HEERE FOR A PAART-TIIME JOB?!"
"Part-time job?"
"NONE OF YOU KNOW ANYTHIING!"
You snickered. A Salmon Run team of five... How interesting.
"The king doesn't partake in such things."
"This place is always closed off... So I never got in..."
"Are we selling food?"
"ALL FIRST-TIIMERS ARE THE WOORST!"
"We already helped out Crust Sean's shop!"
"No! Thaat's not what I— (Y/nn) help me eexplain—"
"Whatever, hurry!"
"Where are we going?"
"The Spawning Groounds!"
As you landed, you looked around. Sighing, you decided to ink turf with your (f/w) you just so happened to have.
"This place does not suit a king."
"Doesn't make a good photo."
"ARE YOU HERE TO SIGHT-SEE?!"
"Here, hold this!" Mask exclaimed, frantically passing out weapons to his comrades.
"Weapons?"
"He it coomes!" Mask hollered, you quickly became alert.
"We're fighting Saalmoniids!"
"EHH—"
Boop!
"?"
"Hey, look at this."
Boop!
You poked the Chum's round, plump, curvaceous and delicate belly once more.
Boop!
"THAAT'S RELEVANT AND NOOT RELEVANT AT THE SAME TIIME!"
"Hehe," you giggled, "Don't worry I know what I'm doing.
"Hey Goggles, aren't you excited for Octo Expansion?"
Splat!
"(Y/N) DELIBERATELY LET HERSELF GET SPLATTED!"
You snickered— before realizing this part was an extra, and you had no way of securing a victory...
But you wouldn't get a pay-cut since ya'll different ranks.
It's fine.
'Huh. Wonder if I'll even be in the Octo Expansion chapters?'
Either way— you had a plan.
Simply follow Goggles on his way to the underground— however he does it.
A/n: asdfghjkl this took too long
runnig out of pre-written parts to just edit and post
so bleh inactivity i guess