*I peek out from my cover, then I look up to see what had made me end up down here: a broken ventilation shaft, which had knocked some lights down when the ventilation shaft broke apart.*
"Hello? Yeah, I think somebody's here. We gotta find that person and protect the mini zapfish. Oh, you're at McOcto's right now? Sorry about that. See you when you get here."
OLIVER; MALE; 17; OCTOLING; READING, STUDYING FOR THINGS, WATCHING TV; AN OCTOLING IN THE OCTARIAN ARMY, HE DOESN'T HAVE MUCH FRIENDS SO HE SPENDS TIME WITH AGENT 4 AND AGENT 8 (BUNII) SOMETIMES; INKLINGS (NOT ALL OF THEM, BUT SOME OF THEM); ANY, BUT REALLY PREFERS SERIOUS RPS (NO ERPS); STRAIGHT; NONE RN; HIS OCTO-SHOT, INKJET IG; OCTAVIO, BUNII, AGENT 4 (THE FEMALE ONE, PLUS SHE'S ALWAYS RUNNING INTO HIM SO THEY JUST BRING EACHOTHER FOOD NOWADAYS); HE'S VERY CLUMSY SOMETIMES, AND CAN SOMETIMES BE TRICKED; AGENT 3, NEO 3, USUALLY, HE'S EITHER OUT ON PATROL OR WATCHING TMNT; A VERY SKILLED FIGHTER, GREAT AT COOKING