A/N: Hello. Uploaded chapters are being touched up and I will trying to fix typos. Figured it was about time...

This story is rated T for violence and mild language.

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ElectricBlaster presents…

Splatoon: A Fresh Spark

"The light of freedom lies before me. I will use it to enact my revenge."

It was dead into the late hours of the night… well, as far as the screens on the fake sky would say. Somehow, a dim light still managed to shine through a barred window which led into a small room. Lying underneath it was a lone Inkling. His purple hair was tied back, but one lock of hair on down on the side of his head.

A door slid open and two figures walked into the room and approached the boy on on the ground.

"Get up!" a harsh voice said, as the boy was awakened with a harsh kick to the chest. The Inkling squirmed, feeling the air get knocked out of him. He gasped for air while grabbing his chest and stared up at his captors… a pair of Octolings.

"Okay! Let's go!" the Octoling boy said, walking out with his partner. "You're being transferred to a new cell. Now, I don't wanna clean squid guts off these walls, so you'd better get the heck out here!"

The boy grasped the wall, finding the strength to stand on his bare feet. He stumbled into the hallway and Octolings harshly grabbed him, dragging him down into another part of the facility. If the slowed down even a little, they'd harshly push him forward.

"This is the one," the Octoling girl said, approaching the cell at the next cell block.

The boy's new cell had a bed and even a table. He walked in and the Octolings slammed the door behind him. The sound of it made him jump and turn around. He could hear the soldiers chuckle a bit.

"I'll admit, it's a lot nicer than your old cell," said the Octoling. "So enjoy it, but don't get used to it! You're being taken to a new place tomorrow, freak!"

The Octolings walked off, chatting with each other. The boy collapse onto the bed. He couldn't think about anything, but how tired he was and immediately fell asleep. Even though there was a blanket, it was still freezing in the room, but that was still the least of his troubles…

An Inkling peeked from behind a crate. Her gray hair was covered with a hat and a mask covered her mouth and nose. She wore a green outfit and a pair of black boots. Through a scope she zoomed in on an Octoling patrolling in a tower.

"Agent 2, can you make the shot?" said a voice.

Agent 2 nearly dropped her Splat Charger at the sound. She turned to her partner, another Inkling girl. She had two black locks of hair that were long enough to almost reach the ground and was tipped with pink. A violet colored beanie was on her head with a matching outfit and black boots. She had a pair of shades to cover her eyes.

"Not when you're talking so loud, Agent 1…" Agent 2 whispered.

"Oh! Sorry!" Agent 1 said, hiding back behind the box.

"We gotta stay quiet, remember?" Agent 2 took aim with the scope on her Splat Charger.

She held her breath, steadied her aim, and locked onto the Octoling. And she fired. It splatted the Octoling instantly.

"Got him," Agent 2 said, quietly.

The Agents were now free to run around the perimeter of the building. They hid behind crates to hide from the guards on patrol and made their way to the back.

Agent 1 found a ladder and put it against the wall, so they could climb onto the roof. They could have just shot ink on the wall and swam up the wall, but they didn't want to leave a trail that they were here. The two ran across the roof and busted in through a trapdoor.

Once they landed on the floor inside the building, they found themselves in an armory. Agent 2 ran up to the only Octoling in the room.

"Put your hands up!" Agent 2 said, harshly.

"What the?!" the Octoling said, raising his hands.

"Now hand over your keys!" said Agent 1.

The Octoling handed over his keys. Agent 1 happily took them. Then she bashed him over the head with a roller. He hit his head on a metal cabinet and was out cold.

"Thank-you!" Agent 1 said, cheerfully.

"My cod!" Agent 2 said, looking around. "The cap'n wasn't joking!"

"They're just weapons! That can't-"

"This many, Agent 1?" She yanked Agent 1's arm to make her partner face her. "This has to mean something! We gotta look around some more so we know where to set the charges."

Agent 1 unlocked the door and they ran down the hallway. They checked every corner to avoid patrols. Octolings and Octarians were scattered around everywhere. They memorized the path they took and found themselves in a cellblock.

"What is this place?" Agent 1 whispered.

"Looks like a place for prisoners…" said Agent 2.

Suddenly, the two agents could see the whispers of prisoners as they approached the bars. To their horror, they were were fellow Inklings like them. The two agents backed up against each other, staring in horror.

"Okay… I guess the cap'n was right…" Agent 1 said, looking around.

"Forget blowing this place up," said Agent 2. "We gotta help them."

"This many?!".

"It's like ten prisoners," said Agent 2. "And we could use the extra help. They can't take us all. We just gotta stay quiet."

"Okay," said Agent 1. "Well, I've got the key…"

Agents 1 and 2 ran to every cell and unlocked them to free the Inklings. They grabbed whatever they could to use as a weapon, but they had to remind them to stay quiet.

Agent 1 opened the last cell and went in to find an Inkling boy asleep on a bed.

"Hey!" Agent 1, said tapping the boy on the shoulder.

The Inkling boy jolted up to a sitting position and tried swatting away Agent 1 in fear.

"Hey!" Agent 1 said, covering her face.

The boy pushed her away and made a run for the door. Luckily, Agent 2 rushed in and grabbed him before he got out. She pinned him against the wall, but he wouldn't stop kicking and screaming. Agent 2 was forced to cover his mouth.

"Are you trying to get all of us splatted?!" she snapped.

The boy tried to break away but the Agent's grip was too strong. As soon as calmed down, Agent 2 let him drop to the floor. He grabbed his chest and opened his purple eyes and saw the ones standing before him… were Inklings like him.

"We're trying to help you," said Agent 1. "Don't you want to get out of here?"

The boy looked at them. Clearly he was still shaking, but he shrugged.

"What do you mean you don't know?" said Agent 1.

"Agent 1… look at him!" said Agent 2.

The two took notice of all the scars and bruises he had. The boy stayed still, feeling scared and embarrassed.

"You're scared, aren't you?" said Agent 1.

The boy nodded, wiping his eyes.

"Well, don't worry!" Agent 1 said, cheerfully. "We'll make it! It's that or my name isn't-"

"Agent 1!" Agent 2 snapped.

"Um… Agent 1?" Agent 1 said, finishing her sentence.

"Oh… right…" said Agent 2. "Anyway, let's get going!"

"Right!" Agent 1 put her hands on hips. "Let's go, kid!"

Agent 1 grabbed the boy by his arm and pulled him outside without warning. The Inklings raced down the hallway and took out any Octarians that got in the way. After they set the charges in the armory, they made their way outside when the alarms started going off. The agents guided the Inklings towards a way back to Inkopolis.

"Get out of here!" Agent 1 yelled, as Octarians started rushing outside. "Run! We'll hold them off!"

The Inklings made a run for the teapot that led back to the surface. Agent 1 flicked her roller, launching ink at the enemy and Agent 2 was providing supporting fire.

The Inkling boy followed the others towards the exit, but turned around to see Agents 1 and 2 getting pinned down by incoming fire. They were running low on ink, but if they stopped shooting, they'd be splatted. Agent 2 managed to splat on of the Octolings. His weapon flew through the air and landed at the boy's feet. He wanted to run. They had told him to… Finally, he felt a fire he had not felt in so long. He grabbed the gun and charged in. The Octarians were taken by surprise, getting shot from the side by a rallied up Inkling.

"What's he doing?!" Agent 2 said, shocked.

"Saving us! That's what!" said Agent 1. "Reload! Quick!

It had been so long since the boy last held a weapon. He felt so empowered. He ducked under a shot and beat down the shooter. A bomb flew towards his face, but he caught it and threw back his opponent. It hit the Octoling in the face and while he was distracted he shot him down. Agent 1 and 2 wondered what the heck made his mood do take a complete opposite turn.

Suddenly, the boy was shot down by a direct hit on his shoulder. He screamed out in pain and spun around before falling onto his knees and dropping his weapon. The Octoling who escorted him before came up and struck him in the chest with the back of his charger. The boy fell flat on his his back and rolled onto his side, clutching his shoulder and his chest.

"Well, isn't this disappointing…" said the Octoling.

The boy coughed several times. He saw the weapon in front of him and reached for it, but the Octoling shot him in the leg. The boy screamed out in pain as tears came down his eyes.

"You were so well-behaved before…" said the Octoling. "I honestly thought I wouldn't have to splat you, but… whatever…"

The Octoling raised his charger. The boy covered his face in fear. Suddenly, the Octoling was splatted by another charger.

"Kid!" Agent 2 yelled, as she and Agent 1 rushed over to him.

Ink was seeping out from his shoulder and leg. Agent 1 applied pressure to the boy's wounds. The tried to pull away but Agent 2 held him still.

"Easy!" said Agent 1. "We're trying to help you!"

"Forget it!" said Agent 2. "Let's just take him with us! More could be coming!"

"O-Okay!" Agent 1 said, trying to stay calm. "Wait! What about-"

"I'll explain it to the Cap'n!" said Agent. "Now, come on!"

"Alright! Alright!" said Agent 1.

Agent 1 one lifted the boy off the ground. He cried out in pain, but it was a bit quieter.

"Hang in there, alright?" said Agent 1. "You can scream all you want, but don't pass out."

Agent 1 got a head start on the way back. Agent 2 followed behind to cover them. Once they were far enough, Agent 2 pulled out a button and pressed it. The charges set off and an explosion occurred in the building before they ran back to the surface.

The boy was barely conscious by the time they got back to the base. Agent 2 opened the door and they ran into the main room and shut the door. Agent 1 set the boy on the floor and slapped him.

"Stay awake!" Agent 1 yelled. "Stay with me!"

The boy let out a soft moan his eyes were barely open. Agent 2 ran into the back and got the first aid kit. Once she got back, Agent 1 held the boy still while Agent 2 grabbed a needle and stitched his wounds shut. They boy gritted his teeth, trying to get up and break away, but Agent 1 held him down. He was muttering something they couldn't quite understand while grabbing his chest.

Agent 2 let out a heavy sigh when she finished. Agent 1 gave the boy a pat on his wrist to let him know he was fine.

"Try not to move," said Agent 1. "It'll hurt less if you stay still."

"Urgh… St… Stop… him…" the boy muttered softly through the pain.

Agent 1 and 2 exchanged glances.

"Who?!" said Agent 2.

The boy tried to reach out his hand, but then he limp. Agent 1 covered her mouth.

"He… He spoke…" she said, softly.

"Don't worry," said Agent 2. "I think he just passed out… So much for answers…"

Agent 1 stared down the hall and then also the couch.

"We should let him rest somewhere… I'll tell the cap'n what happened."

Agent 2 glanced around.

"Well… there's always Agent 3's room…" said Agent 2.

"But-" Agent 1 tried to say.

"What?!" said Agent 2. "It's not like Agent 3 is using it… the jerk…"

Agent 2 bandaged the boy's wounds before carrying him down the hall to Agent 3's old room. Agent 1 watched them go, dancing with the emotions that had flared up in her heart.

The Octarian forces still at work… The squidnapping of Inklings… Agent 1 saw only one thing to do…

"I've gotta find Agent 3…" Agent 1 muttered. And she went into her room.