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Part 2 coming soon

I guess this is just a self-indulgent little project now.

Chapter 3: "This world, is shooting to kill."

    I woke up on train, gasping for air.

    The Salmon Runner across from me looked up from his phone, staring at me with an inquiring look on his face. Then he gasped.

    'What is he so scared of? Oh...'

    I reached up to my face and immediately found out why.

    'Oh, fuck.'

    My bandana had fallen around my neck, revealing the dark grey scale markings on my face, two stripes on each side of my face slowly curving upward towards my cheekbones, eventually fading out  at that point from a lighter grey into normal, tanned skin.

    The Salmon Runner eventually found the courage to move and got up, holding his weapon. He began walking toward me, weapon aimed at my head.

    I, however, was infinitely faster.

    Before he could even get halfway toward me, I'd snuck up behind him, slammed him face-first into where I'd just been sitting, and had a Dualie pressed against the back of his head.

    "Don't move," I snarled. "Or I'll blow your brains out."

    He immediately morphed into his octopus form and attempted to swim away.

    I instantly grabbed him by one of his tentacles and held him up in front of my face. I took off my goggles so I could see him better.

    His entire face was bleeding from his little crash into my seat. The one tentacle I was holding him by was also starting to bleed from the pressure.

    "So," I said while holding him. "Care to explain why you attacked someone who did nothing to you?"

    He said nothing. Just dangled limply from where I was holding him.

    I smashed a window and threw him and his weapon off the train. As I did, I felt a tiny pang of guilt.

    'He attacked you first, idiota,' I snapped at myself. 'He would have done the same to you, and you know it.'

Useless guilt.

    I suddenly felt an acute stab of pain from the end of my spine.

    Right. Almost forgot about that.

    'Just a little longer,' I told myself.

    'Find someone who will trust you, and once you do... you'll finally be able to reveal yourself.'

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Frog and cranberries it must be fall.

Guys, let's make a sandwich. I'll start:

Bread

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Bread

Ok then.

(This isn't gonna end well...)

ᛍᛁᛜ ᚤᚮᚢᚱ ᛚᚢᛚᛚᛆᛒᚤ

(Sing Your Lullaby)

Chapter 2: "You start to doubt everything that you know. "

I made my way down the aisle and finally found a seat toward the back. I set my bag on the seat next to me, allowing my sore shoulders a moment of rest.

    A moment of solace.

    "ᛔᛂᛍᛍᛁᛉᚢᛍ ᛂᛍᛐ ᛆᛑᛡᚢᛌ ᚡᛂᚿᛁᚱᛂ," I muttered under my breath as I pulled a few small scraps of metal out of my pocket and began fidgeting with them, assembling them in no particular arrangement. I was grateful that everyone else was toward the front of the train, so no one could see me stimming.

    That was the moment he boarded the train.

    I recognized his outfit the moment I saw it.

    A Salmon Runner's outfit.

    A murderer's outfit.

    His was a sickly emerald green color and seemed... worn-out, as if he'd had it for a while. He carried a weapon at his side, a Splattershot Jr that had, from the looks of it, was used frequently for his "job." Both his outfit and his face were slightly soiled with an irregular ink color.

    An ink color that, even when it was such a small amount, called to me, beckoned to me with a familiar energy.

    I knew this color.

    It was my ink color, the greenish-teal color of the Salmonids.

    He attempted to sit next to me. I immediately drew away from him, dragging my stuff with me, trying to act as casual as possible.

    My act fell apart the moment he spoke.

    "What are you doing?"

    'Shit.'

    "Just... adjusting my stuff," I answered as casually as I could, trying to make my voice sound more intimidating while trying to stay calm.

    'Don't let him see through you,' I scolded myself. 'Don't let him find out who- WHAT you are.'

    I waited for his reaction.

    He finally shrugged, took a seat across from me, and acted like nothing happened.

    I took a moment to put the scraps of metal I'd been fidgeting with back into my pockets. I wasn't about to let this murderer watch me stim like the freak I was.

    So, I decided to catch up on sleep instead.

    This was a decision I would soon regret, for I immediately slipped into a nightmare.

    It was the same jarring nightmare I'd been having for as long as I could remember: a raw scream of pain, a feeling of helplessness, and, most prominent, a sense of betrayal.

    All of this was accompanied by a broken melody; fragile and soft, too far away to make out words, but just close enough to hear its sound.

    The sound of a lullaby, shattered and distorted.

    I had experienced this nightmare several times before, it was usually just those distinct elements.

    This time, however, there was a voice.

    A voice that shattered the broken melody.

    I didn't notice it at first, but as it grew louder, it became impossible not to notice.

    And then there were words.

    'SO. IT'S YOU. I THOUGHT YOU'D DIED A LONG TIME AGO.'

    Its voice sounded like a knife being scraped across stone, its words sounding ancient and powerful.

    I wanted to scream. I wanted to fight, to rebel against this horrible intruder.

    But I could do nothing but listen.

    'FINALLY, I'LL BE ABLE TO TAKE BACK WHAT IS MINE.'

    AND YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO STOP ME.'

    The darkness then seemed to collapse in on me, slowly strangling me, suffocating me, leaving me to die.

    Then, I fell into neverending darkness.

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So I did a thing.

I've decided to write a Splatoon Fanfic centered around one of my Main OCs.

I really suck at writing, and I don't expect this to gain any attention, but... here goes.

ᛍᛁᛜ ᚤᚮᚢᚱ ᛚᚢᛚᛚᛆᛒᚤ

(Sing Your Lullaby)

Part 1: "How did I get here?".

Chapter 1: "Exhale Slow."

    As I stepped out of the dark cave into the scorching, early morning sunlight of the outside world, I had only one thought on my mind.

    'Don't get caught.'

    The cave, which had been my home for the past seven years, was now completely devoid of my belongings, which had been slung across my back in a desperate attempt to carry them with me.

    I quickly scanned my surroundings. As far as I could see, there was nothing but sand, rock, and some kind of upside-down tower in the distance, near a massive crater.

    And the sand.

The sand beneath my feet was hot enough that I could sense it through my shoes.

    A normal Inkfish would have screamed the moment they felt it. A normal Inkfish would have had at least enough sanity to not be walking in the desert in the first place.

    But I wasn't a normal Inkfish.

    So I gritted my beak and continued on.

    As I walked, I could feel sweat soaking through my entire outfit, which consisted of:

A hood over my head

Dark goggles covering my face

A bandana covering my nose and mouth

A dark colored, long sleeved shirt

Thick black gloves over my hands

Incredibly baggy, dark colored cargo pants

Black boots (that were horrible at protecting my feet.)

    Combined with the stiff air, hot sun, hot sand, and an outfit that wasn't exactly recommended for the heat, it felt like nothing but a never-ending trek through hell.

    I walked for what felt like days, until finally, just as the sun reached its highest point, I saw the train station in the distance, about four yards away.

    I immediately ran toward it, nearly gasping

    for air under my bandana.

    I showed my ticket to the Octoling at the station, who was playing some type of card game with two other Octolings. He took it, hole punched it, then handed back to me. He cast a suspicious look at my outfit but didn't ask questions. All he did was nod toward the train briefly, then got back to his card game.

    Bitch.

    I ignored him, stepped onto the train, and exhaled a slow sigh of relief, just as the doors closed behind me.

Hopefully you somewhat enjoyed that. Next chapter will come out next week.

(If I don't lose my nerve-)

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Duskull — S&V Shrouded Fable #68

Illustrated by: James Turner