"This Way," I screamed to one of my comrades, Mushroomy.
Mushroomy turned his head. He was covered in enemy ink. I could see the desperation in his face.
He came swimming towards me and hid behind the wall with me.
"They have taken the middle...," Mushroomy panted.
"No...I thought we had this match in the bag!" I gasped.
Mushroomy set down his Dynamo Roller and said to me, "We have one minute left on the clock. We might as well give up now before we get ourselves splatted..."
I was in disbelief. How could Mushroomy say this to me?! He has splatted so many people and is one of my fiercest teammates, how could he give up on us?! We've won on Moray Towers before, how could this be any different?
Shocked, I yelled at him, "We can't surrender! We must fight to the-"
I didn't get to finish my sentence because one of our enemies (who holding a .52 Gal Deco) spotted up behind the wall and came swimming to us.
"Mushroomy! We need to move! An enemy is coming to splat us!" I screamed.
It was too late though. The enemy appeared out of the orange ink and shot 2 globs of ink at Mushroomy.
"Agh!!"
I heard Mushroomy cry in agony. It was the worst sound any squid could hear, and I couldn't stand hearing the pain.
As soon as the second glob of ink hit, my dear friend exploded and his ghost flew up into the air.
Suddenly, so many emotions rushed into my system. Qualms. Rage. Hatred. Depression. My closest ally has been splatted in front of my own eyes.
The enemy looked at me and began to laugh. I realized I had dropped my Blaster and that my face was red.
From that day forward, I would have an extreme hatred for anyone related to that team. I would brutally murder them the second I got. I will make them PAY for destroying the only person that gave me hope.
Or...not.
The enemy splatted me as well with his weapon and I was left watching him squidbag me.
The End.
(True story)
Mushroomy turned his head. He was covered in enemy ink. I could see the desperation in his face.
He came swimming towards me and hid behind the wall with me.
"They have taken the middle...," Mushroomy panted.
"No...I thought we had this match in the bag!" I gasped.
Mushroomy set down his Dynamo Roller and said to me, "We have one minute left on the clock. We might as well give up now before we get ourselves splatted..."
I was in disbelief. How could Mushroomy say this to me?! He has splatted so many people and is one of my fiercest teammates, how could he give up on us?! We've won on Moray Towers before, how could this be any different?
Shocked, I yelled at him, "We can't surrender! We must fight to the-"
I didn't get to finish my sentence because one of our enemies (who holding a .52 Gal Deco) spotted up behind the wall and came swimming to us.
"Mushroomy! We need to move! An enemy is coming to splat us!" I screamed.
It was too late though. The enemy appeared out of the orange ink and shot 2 globs of ink at Mushroomy.
"Agh!!"
I heard Mushroomy cry in agony. It was the worst sound any squid could hear, and I couldn't stand hearing the pain.
As soon as the second glob of ink hit, my dear friend exploded and his ghost flew up into the air.
Suddenly, so many emotions rushed into my system. Qualms. Rage. Hatred. Depression. My closest ally has been splatted in front of my own eyes.
The enemy looked at me and began to laugh. I realized I had dropped my Blaster and that my face was red.
From that day forward, I would have an extreme hatred for anyone related to that team. I would brutally murder them the second I got. I will make them PAY for destroying the only person that gave me hope.
Or...not.
The enemy splatted me as well with his weapon and I was left watching him squidbag me.
The End.
(True story)
