Stay Off The Hook!

Shyboy:finally a place where I can “kill” somone with something that is guns or related to guns without getting arrested

Terminal Manger: Um no

Shyboy;What do you mean I just meant I was gonna go for turf war if I have to ink somone and defend me and my team so be it (the only reason he really wants to enter is because he’s half ink plus he thinks you can enter as long as your half ink)

Terminal Manager: Well sign ups are over there in the middle of Inkopolis!

Shyboy:thanks!*goes to signups* I’d like to sign up

*A monitor pops up* Monitor: Are you here for vacation or have moved here?

Shyboy:it’s kinda neautral im looking for a new place to live and so far this place looks nice so I might move here so is that an option?

Monitor: Sorry… but until you figure it out… you cant have an official license.

Shyboy:Ok I’ll just look around then I’ll decide *two days later* after two months of deciding I’ll just go with vacation I might move here after I finish looking for homes next time there’s a flight here but besides that just vacay for now

Monitor: Ok 2 are you 13 or older?

Shyboy:15

Monitor: 3 how long is your vacation?

Shyboy:2 weeks

Monitor: Ok here is your temporary license! *Prints card*

Shyboy:thanks! (000000.00000000000.0000001 micro seconds later) *crashes through door to turf war and ranked battle etc*IM READY

Lol

*bruh you broke the door*

*don’t worry as soon as he broke it and screamed I’m ready he absorbed the broken door and built a new one in 15 seconds*

*Ok… finding lobby*

Shyboy:*visible hype*

*Match has started*

Shyboy:*gets a splatterbrush* imma cover da ground with paint *starts doing so*

Jacob: * looks at plane ticket * s h * t

Terminal Manager: What’s Wrong?

Jacob: I got on the wrong flight . . . is there anymore flights going back to where I came from?

Terminal Manager: Let me check… *checks* Not until next week.

Jacob: Welp, that sucks

BTW Jacob is human but he is wearing a cool face mask and sunglasses

Terminal Manager: Sir I know your human, we get tourists all the time.

Jacob: - mind: wait the funkin sheet -

I I am correct, humans died because flood

*This is just an alternate dimension, my universe has something called the dimension verse which makes it so that traveling to different dimensions is a breeze with certain materials*

Jacob: Well, guess what, * points to watch * I can do that on my own

Terminal Manager: Excuse me what are you talking about? *You just got teached by me boi*

Jacob: nothin . . . * walks to the exit *

*You walk out and see the town middle point!*

Jacob: Hmmmmmmmmmmm

Jacob: * Gets out paper, looks over it for a bit and then puts it away * Gotta start goin . . . * starts to walk to the metro *

*You turn the corner and a sign shakes that says in the Inkling Language WARNING! Decommissioned! No use Allowed!*

Jacob: Hmmm * looks at the entrance, looks around to see if anyone is looking, when nobody was looking he ran inside *

*You head down and see a giant Train Car*

Jacob: * Looks at paper again, then puts it away * It seems the Inklings and Octolings are making something . . . * goes to the train car *

*You get in and it starts moving*

Jacob: oh no . . . * Looks thru backpack * Where is it!

*You hear a conversation but don’t understand because it’s in the Inkling Language*

Jacob: Watch time * He turned himself invisible and got a translator *

Up to speed about the paper, and anonymous tip said that the Inklings and Octolings want to make an 2 race universe, it said they were using tourists as test subjects, it also said the lab was in the abandoned metro

Green One: So how was the missions? Yellow: I-it went goo- Octoling: Oh we got those Octarions SLAIN! Our action was OFF THE HOOOOOOK Yellow: Um- I guess then…

Jacob: - mind: what? -

Green one: You can just say it went well, but that is one step closer to stoping their plans!

Jacob: - mind: what? -

Yellow One: Okay so… w-what do we do now?

Jacob: - mind: this is interesting -

Green: Check the halls please.

Jacob: * opens exit hatch quietly and goes up, then closes it *

*The green one appears behind you* Green: Where do you think your going?

Jacob: uhhhhh, trying to stop the lab here, that's what I have been told

ya there? ))

Green: Lab? Kid you have the wrong people.

Jacob: Really?

Green: Yes we are just a group stopping Octarions.

Jacob: What . .

Jacob: What do you mean?

Green: These things.

Jacob: Oh, I got an anonymous tip that a group is using tourists as test subjects for a formula to turn them into an Inkling or octoling

Agent 3: Let me see that.

Jacob: * gives it *

(*Visible PTSD*)

Jacob: Yea, if I am correct, that is a war crime. I need to get to station S6

Agent 3: Classic Octarian forge writing English, they always leave a tentacle on every L and I.

Jacob: bruh, Also from posters taped top walls, there is a spike in missing people that are tourists.

Jacob: Do you know where that is?