maritime-melodies-multiverse

[maritime-melodies-multiverse]

oh... MAN. i have been very dead. i don't think im happy where the story is currently so i may go back and rewrite some of it. maybe the first chapter and some polish-ups here and there.

but im also like. i don't really wanna continue because not a lot of people see these. 'spose im shooting myself in the foot not tagging them properly, but i think i need to now.

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IM NOT DEAD I SWEAR IVE JUST BEEN BUSY AND TIRED AND STUFF BUT IF IT SATIATES YOU HAVE SOME CALLIE HEADSHOTS AND SHIT?? ALSO

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Maritime Melodies Across the Multiverse

It's so confusing travelling between universes. The space between is an actual place, but not really. It's representative of where you... you know what? Forget it.

It's about midnight, when things calm down and get sorted out with the police. Marie hides in the shadows, and Callie tries to explain. They... don't understand the multiverse, and even the idiot's guide with the rock goes over their heads. Maybe Callie shouldn't have opened her mouth, and just left them be. One bad explanation later, Marie quickly punched in some numbers into the watch, specifically '928'. That number alone, didn't ring any bells for Callie. She just thought it was like... co-ordinates? Or... something else. It's important.

"What does the watch thingie do?" She decided to sling a question at Marie, entranced by... the screen... and the shiny metal...

"It's a device that lets us travel between universes. It's extremely fragile. Don't be stupid, and break it like you always do."

...break it? Like... she always does?

Callie pulls away. She's never broken any of Marie's things. She's never touched them. Is this an alternative version of herself? Who was this Callie, that Marie was familiar with? She must've been an entirely different person, and that freaked her the shell out. "I wouldn't, Marie, I swear. I've never broken anything on purp-"

"Yeah. You have. Quit lying."

Her 'cousin', begins to walk away, and fire up the portal. It's an orange matrix of holograms going into an abyss. It looks similar to the watch. She heaves a sigh, and gives her some instructions about going through.

"Word of warning, before we go in. If you land face first, you'll hit the ground and it'll hurt. I learnt that the hard way, so make sure you land feet first." Marie said, opening a portal. Objects and rubble hovered above the ground, alerting the police officers. Was... was that... Marie? None of them dare approach. The entire force was already confused enough with the Lobster.

The Lobster!

"Shouldn't we worry about the... the dude? The bad guy?" Callie asked, turning and looking at the unconscious thing on the ground. He looked... broken, ass thoroughly kicked. Marie thought the same, but the way she viewed it, that was a good thing.

"Oh, yeah. Take him with us. We'll need him before he glitches out of existence."

Callie shot her cousin a glare of disbelief. Glitch... out of existence? She turned her gaze back to him, and almost on cue... he started to freak out. Colours that she had never seen before zipped in and out of reality, and contorted his body in ways that shouldn't be possible. It surprised her, and she yelped in response to his convulsion.

Now, she hesitated to touch him and bring him back. She didn't wanna touch him while he was doing that. That's so weird. She hates it. But... Marie, or at least... this Marie wouldn't leave until they got him. So... she picked him up, and dragged him by the ankles.

This guy isn't squishy like an Inkling. He has fuzz on his face. Weeeiiiiird. She feels around, out of curiosity, and immediately regrets doing so.

"Marie. This guy is a real weirdo. He's proportioned wrong and has hard stuff inside his legs." She hollers to Marie, wanting to break the uncomfortable vibes of carrying a thing like the Lobster.

"Those are bones, Callie. That's a human being."

"...Oh. Okay."

She takes a second to process that she just beat up a long-extinct species. After contemplating, she webs up his ankles and drags him by that before tossing him into the portal. "You too," Marie declared, and kicked her cousin in as well, "we're all going."

And like that, Shellendorf Institute, is left with only the police.

The next thing Callie can see properly is a tunnel guiding her across the multiverse. Looking out, it felt like a shifting, chaotic mess of galactic fireworks. Blips of stars and planets appearing and disappearing at random. Little specks of light, flying across just like she and Marie were. It's fantastic. It's terrifying. It's awe-inspiring. It's maddening. It's everything she's ever seen and nothing she's ever seen.

How long has this been kept from her?

A cold wind rushes past her, snapping her back to reality. In the distance, she catches a bead of light forming. Closer, and closer still, before a blinding white light forces her to close her eyes.

"OH! WE'RE GOING FASTER THAN I'D LIKE-"

THUD!

The two land, with the Lobster in tow. Callie had remembered to land feet first, and although angry at her 'cousin', Marie gave a thumbs up. That mask of hers wasn't the best at depicting emotion, so she had to substitute. She thought a thumbs up was a good way to ask if she's okay, without showing it on her face.

"You good?"

"...yeah... I'm good."

As her eyes adjust, Callie stares out at the sprawling complex of bridges, towers, paths... the works. It's almost too much for her to handle. People of all shapes and sizes, were walking up them. They were wall crawling up them, just like how she would. The powder white pillars climbing high into the air, branching off at points where they intersected with a bridge or an entrance. The sheer amount of light in this place reminded her of an airy, open temple. The architecture jogged her memory of something else as well. The watch. It shared a similar design mantra as the watch, with those hard angles. Perhaps not as clean and snow white as the buildings, but they certainly had the same... 'style.'

More people like the Lobster are going about their business. They're just like him. Some are larger, some are thinner... but they all have that weird fuzz, if it's on their suits.

They're all like he-

Oh! Ah. Ow... oohh. Okay. Yeah. That. That's a lo...t...

Her Spider-Sense goes haywire, and Callie clutches her head for a few seconds. Marie waits close by, the Lobster twitching. He's still alive. Both him, and Callie come to, and Callie is once again looking around.

"WH-HEY! GET THIS STUFF OFF ME!" The Lobster brazenly blurts out, thrashing and writhing like a fly in a spider web. Marie seems to take notice to his flailing, and what surprises Callie and the Lobster is that she speaks in the same tongue as him.

"No. We're going send home." Marie responds in broken English, to the Lobster. He seems to understand, but still looks like he'll murder them both. That is, until another human walks by, and seems to understand that there's a villain. They pick him up, and Marie says her thanks to them.

...off he goes, then.

Never to be seen by Callie or Marie again.


"Where's he going...?" Callie asks her cousin. She's curious. How will they send him home? Do they find his home universe... and then drop him off there? She has so many questions about how large this place is, and... how Marie got that watch.

"Not important. You don't need to worry, so don't. What you don't know, is good for you."

Shit... was Marie always this harsh on Callie? Yeah, she's sarcastic, and won't ever give you a straight answer, but she was never flat out rude. It gives Callie a feeling of unease, as they start to navigate the complex. "This is the er, Spider-Society. It's a multiversal group of elite Spider-People who make sure the multiverse doesn't collapse, and I'm one of 'em." She explains to Callie, giving a fist bump to a passing Spider who seems to know them.

"Hold on a second, Spider-People?" She questions Marie. How many...

"Yeah. Spider-People. Turns out, there's a whole lot of us, and it's not just one guy. They're all different, and shell, you'll see a couple who are from similar universes to us."

"Like... more of me and you?"

"Nah."

"Like them."

(YAAAAHOOO!! had this sitting around in my docs for a short while now and finally decided to put it here. feel free to season with salt and pepper

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Maritime Melodies Across the Multiverse

Being introduced to things like the multiverse is... an experience. You feel so much smaller.

"...Marie...?" Callie mumbled, lip quivering. It's like her brain couldn't comprehend what she was seeing. This is Marie, even if her face was covered by a large respirator and goggles. She recognised everything, even her beauty mark, peeking out from under the mask. By all accounts, this is Marie Cuttlefish.

But it didn't feel like Marie. She walked differently. It was a hunched over, heavy gait, propelling her weight forwards and not as gracefully as her cousin would. She was unmistakably her cousin, yes, but... not really. She was taller... with her face being different in a way that was uncanny to Callie. The mask and goggles could've contributed to that, but masks and goggles don't shift the structure of the face's temples, or the size of one's forehead.

Marie didn't care about any of that, though. "Quit with that. You know it's me." She walked closer, and took off her mask. "I'm still dead to you, by the way."

Dead to her? What does that even mean...? Callie pulled a face as she tried to think, but Marie realised how that sounded, and decided to give her a better hint. "...your me is still dead."

She didn't understand either way. "You're hurting my head. Ca-can we start again?" Callie asked, a look of bafflement painted clearly on her face.

"We literally just starte- ghg. Fine."

She kicked the Lobster, before walking over to a bench and sitting down. Meanwhile, the cops searched the rest of the building. They won't find anything else. Marie didn't find any other anomalies.

It took a second for her to think of a place to start. If she just went into end-game multiverse theory, Callie wouldn't understand. She'd have to ease her into it. "'Kay, explaining the intricacies of the multiverse would instantly explode your pea brain, so we're starting small."

"Hey!" Callie retaliated, offended by that comment.

"It would."

"Anyway, imagine I have a rock."

Marie takes some rubble, and puts it in front of Callie. She seems intrigued by it, leaning in close and touching it. Marie fires an unsavoury glance at her, annoyed and frustrated. She's getting tired of her acting dumb, when clearly, she can act more mature. She wasn't four. "The rock's not important. Stop staring at it like that."

"But what if it is."

"Shut up."

"Anyhoo. The rock, ladies and gentlemen, has an infinite amount of instances of itself throughout other worlds."

"So it is important."

"Let me explain. Please."

There's one thing Marie doesn't miss about Callie, and that's her insistence to worm her way into every single place she can when speaking. She'll try and be smart and Marie will have to put her back in her place. This is one of those times.

"We call these different worlds 'universes'. If you can think of a universe, it already exists out there in the 'multiverse'."

"So the rock can..."

"Forget about the rock, it didn't work."

Marie leans back on her seat, and slumps down. She looks prepared to provide a dumbed down explanation, and a dumbed down explanation she will provide. "So, the multiverse contains an infinite amount of possibilities. There's an infinite multiverse of me and you, and everyone you know. However... most of them aren't Inklings."

Aren't Inklings? Callie raised and eyebrow at that, and leaned forwards at Marie. She's heard about the people before Inklings, but... she didn't know that there were other...

Guh. That hurts her head. "Whaddya mean...?"

"What I mean, is that they're all mostly humans. You know those bones people find a lot? Those are human bones, and everything we know about humans is completely incorrect."

Callie's pea brain explodes. She can't comprehend this information, and stares aimlessly forward. "For eel...?"

Marie picks up on her bafflement. She actually finds it really cute. She misses when her Callie would have those pea brain explosions. "Yeah, it's nuts. Took a while for us to even speak, because it turns out, that Inklish is complete gibberish to humans."

She cracks a smile, from under the mask. It's hard to pick up on, but Callie manages. "Wanna meet some?"

Marie stands up, and reveals a special watch-looking thing. It's streamlined, and has a neon orange screen, which glows with this otherworldly aura. It feels foreign, as if it couldn't possibly exist here. It didn't fit with Marie, either.

Callie stammers, looking at the watch with an uneasy look on her face.

"I mean, I have to protect Inkop-"

"Inkopolis can wait a day."

"..."

Weighing her decisions... Callie turns and looks out at the night sky behind the windows of the Institute. What does she have to lose...? After all, she doesn't have to go to work tomorrow... because she's fired.

There's not much to lose. She heaves a sigh, signalling to Marie, that she gives in. "Alright..."

"Let's go."

(yahaha! new part done! now with sparkly coloured text!!

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hey! just repostin' stuff!! moving to a new blog just to letcha know, dedicated for MMatM and ONLY MMatM!!!

Maritime Melodies Across The Multiverse

Whenever I throw a punch, I do it as a last resort. I give them options to back out. I guess the people I punch don't wanna back out.

Callie decided it'd be good to take her frustration out on some criminals, after the events of earlier today. The fact that she was fired after all she had done... it made her feel icky thinking about it. She perched on a building, squatted and peered out across Inkopolis.

"Hey, we've got a... thing happening at the Shellendorf Institute. Can't describe what I'm seeing, but it's gonna level the place if we don't stop it."

That's weird. If the cops don't know what they're looking at, that's definitely a sign of... a supervillain. Guhhhh... why couldn't it be easy tonight. Callie groaned, and launched off her perch to get going. Her speed and ability to fly across the city is incredible. She jumps, swings, does anything in her power to scramble across Inkopolis to get to where she's going as quickly as possible.

She manages to get to the museum just in time. She can't understand what she's seeing either. What is... that? It's definitely alive. It looks like a weird Inkling. It's taller, more slender... and... has like... this lobster tail attached to it. Its using it to climb and wreak havoc on the place!

Callie- no, Bomb Rush Spider can't let this stand! Immediately, she webs the ceiling and slingshots herself into the creep.

"Wha-BAM! Feel my fury, Lobbo!"

It recoils, tail digging into the brickwork. It turns, and the face of... a person turns to grit its... weird beak at her. And then... it speaks.

"Everywhere I go, it's always these damn arachnids!" It's gritty, masculine and completely indecipherable to an Inkling. The emotion is conveyed pretty well though. It's rage. Lots of it. The villain digs his hands into the side of the wall, and some sort of gruesome green liquid pumps itself up the weird lobster tail, still lodged inside. It detaches and lunges towards Callie, her bobbing and lunging away just in time. She watches this liquid fly across the Institute and then melt into the floor. If she's hit by that, that's...

Yeah, that's death. Definitely. Callie yelps, and scrambles to find a good place to move to.

"YIKES! Okay, you need to time out. You like pop?"

She zips to the ceiling to get herself situated, and arms some 'Pocket Wails'. These gizmos blast music to disorient the target. They hover in the air, and then start screamin' the Squid Sisters' greatest hits at this Lobster!

"What the hell? This sounds like you're garglin' PISS-" He says another bout of gibberish, and loses his grip on the wall. She dives down to get him, and web him up, but when she does, the cops flood in, distracting her.

"HANDS IN THE AIR. NOW. BOTH OF YOU."

They're holding Splattershots. Callie puts her hands up, doing what she's told, but the Lobster doesn't understand Inklish. He gets back up, and plays on the fact that she's completely defenceless.

He readies his tail, and that same devilish verdant sludge pumps itself up into the stinger. Callie's Spider-Sense feels danger, but she can't do anything. She readies her body to be injected with the sludge and be devoured by the corrosion. She can feel the pain now, the synapses being burned, death crawling its way up and then spilling onto the floor.

But that doesn't happen. It'd be a really shit fanfic, if I made Callie melt into a thick pink sludge on the floor.

The cops start gunning down the Lobster, covering him in ink. It doesn't splat him, but he does get some in his eye, and he's unable to attack Callie. She turns, and gives the officers the gesture to stay back, as she takes care of this.

She has an opportunity, now. She webs up ropes to stick to the Lobster's shoulders, and then slams him into the floor. After that, she ppants the tail to the ground and stands on it, making sure it's not going anywhere.

"YOU LITTLE TWERP."

"Yeah, yeah, keep sayin' whatever you're saying. I'm just gonna keep on sticking you to the floor like a bu-"

Like a speeding train, a neon green blur rushes past Callie, and takes the Lobster with it. She doesn't recognise who or what it is, and her Spider-Sense didn't go off when they went past. That is, until she looks at the hunched over figure, and gets hit with a rush of it.

"You're like-"

The silhouette turns, and a pair of glowing green eyes stares back at her. They're animalistic. Instinct has taken over them, and their star-shaped pupils dig right into Callie's head, and etch their image into her brain.

"...nevermind."

The figure quickly webs up the Lobster, and then kicks him unconscious. Yikes.

"You'll be saying that a lot soon."

Her voice is cold, and all too familiar. It sounds hurt. "Not to me though. Not to me..."

Shadows envelop her, and she moves out from the darkness. Anyone could recognise her, even under the supersuit. Dressed in a ghost white suit, with armour padding in essential areas, the confident glare of Callie's cousin looks back at her. Her neon green goggles shine in the dim light of the Institute.

Back from the dead, is Marie Cuttlefish.

"Because we're more than alike, right?"

"Missed you, Callie."

(MARIE IS FINALLY HERE!! get ready folks this is when it gets inch resting... trying to get out my writing comfort zones too. enjoy!

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so i decided to make a spiderverse au. and. well. Yeah! callie is called bomb rush spider!! its for this fic im working on and let me tell you theres more on the way GDHDGEHDHD

if you're wonderin', the au and fic are called 'maritime melodies across the multiverse'!

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Maritime Melodies Across The Multiverse

I sometimes wonder why I was bitten. Of course, the spider felt threatened. That's the logical explanation, but I've been bitten by spiders before. They don't freakin' give you comic book superpowers.

Callie's routine is simple.

At 7:30, she gets up, and does her morning stretches. If she was out on patrol the night before, add on a couple more hours. She has the luxury of being able to get up later than most, due to her job as an idol. Yeah, Inkopolis News needs to happen, but that's at 10.

At 7:45 she'll go into the kitchen, where Gramps is doing his morning tea-and-crabby-cake-related rituals, and grab the sugariest, most ridiculous cereal she can bother with. Strawberry loops with chocolate-flavoured marshmallows? Yeah, that'll do. She then carefully bends around Gramps' stairlift, to wash her face.

It's 8:30 when she decides to take a shower, and brush her beak. She doesn't bother with makeup much anymore, other than a few touchups. For Splatfests, that's a different story.

At 9, she'll leave the house, go down to a café she frequents and get a coffee. She'll tolerate the usual couple of fans who want her autograph, and leave with an iced double-shot of vanilla, double espresso, a cinnamon twist and ink creamer latte. The café knows it by heart. Unwillingly.

It's at 9:45 that she'll waltz into the studio, and start the initial bout of Inkopolis News. General terrible stories happening in the world, Triple J angrily (and incoherently) rambling about how the Spider-Woman is a 'MENACE', and stage info. She doesn't turf much anymore. She loves her roller— she really does, but... it's old, a little rusted and about to fall apart.

"G'mornin!" Callie chimed at her team of producers, who're making sure the show's ready. They all said their greetings back, and got occupied again with their work. Jellyfish are very simple people when it comes to things like that. They're not dumb, or stupid, they just prefer to get on with work and not make a fuss like Inklings do.

She dropped into her chair with a squeak! It's getting old, and had been bearing the weight of... her weight since her and Marie started the show. Marie's chair still remained. It served as a memorial to the other Squid Sister... but for Callie, it reminded her of that night. It reminded her of how she died. How her aimless stare cut through both her and 3 like a hot knife through ink butter.

Heave a sigh. Look up, gather your strength. You're on camera!

"Gooooood morning, Inkopolis!" Callie giddily declared into the mic, standing up from her chair. The buzzing bassline of Inkopolis News started playing, and that signalled her to gesture to the TV screen. She glanced at the teleprompter in front of her, begging her quips about current events, celebrity gossip, and most importantly, what stages were currently being used at that time. She doesn't have anyone to bounce back on now, so she has to improvise. She continues to do this until she's finished with the stages for League Battles, where she does the iconic...

"And remember: STAY FRESH!"

Almost instantly, her face falls as the gesture is given that she's off camera. Having to be the Callie is tiring when Marie isn't around. It's like the show depends on her to feel full, and now that she's gone... it's kinda empty. She wanders on over to the break room, to grab a drink. She hasn't drank all morning, because there wasn't to her tastes in the fridge. Yeah, she could've drank water... but she likes to taste something, and Gramps' tea isn't sweet enough for her.

Maybe she's addicted to soda, and can't bear anything else.

The lopsided rhythm of a certain jellyfish's footfalls pulse in Callie's head like music. Bad music. She knows exactly who's making that sound, and when she turns around, she catches a good look at the infamously bad getup of Jay Jelly Jameson, or as everyone calls him behind his back... The Grim Journalist. He'll fire janitors on the spot if they don't clean his office just the way he likes it. And the kicker? He never tells them how he likes it. He'll scream someone out of the building for suggesting anything that he doesn't like, even if his superiors tell him it's genuinely a good business pitch. He's the one in charge, and Callie hates him. Partially because he's more evil than the Octarian menace, but also... he hates her alter ego.

He'll rant. He'll rave. He'll accuse Bomb Rush Spider of kickin' baby clams, for cod's sake. He'll make sure that she is seen as a MENACE, and he'll do it incessantly.

For every good thing she does, he'll find 20 ways to degrade her and make her feel like dirt.

He checks in, grimaces at an employee who was unfortunate enough to be near him, and shuffles in Callie's direction. He's making a beeline directly to her; she's on the chopping block.

"Gah! Callie. Just the girl I'm lookin' for. You know, I'm thinkin', how about you... take a break?" He asks, in a tone that's hard to decipher. Is he in a good mood... or is he- "'CAUSE I, WANT YOU OUTTA THIS BUILDING!"

Oh. Her eyes widen as a reaction to what he had just said, and she stares at him, utterly flabbergasted. Did she hear that properly? "Ahah, hah, what."

"You HEARD me! I want you gone. Ever since your cousin decided to kick the bucket, I was thinkin'..."

"What good is an idol group when one of 'em's dead? I shoulda fired ya sooner, but hoo... those bastards up high thought it'd be good to keep you around. Either way, I've got a new pair. This teeny-tiny Inkling and her massive... friend."

It's like time slows down to a crawl for Callie Cuttlefish. He would've fired her the second he caught wind of Marie dying, if he had the chance. He didn't care about the Squid Sisters. He never cared about anyone. All he cared about was inflating his ego to be the size of Inkopolis Tower.

"Thinkin' of renaming the show too. I can see it now... 'Off The Hook, with Jay Jelly Jameson'. 'Sounds like late night television. It'll be great, really. Also, pack up your trash. You're leaving in thirty."

It feels like two seconds, and Callie's spat out the building, staring forwards with a box of her things in her hands. All of a sudden, she's jobless.

Shit.

(alrighty! that's the followup to the one before! i wanted to write some callie and also introduce yall to her jjj. i think it works pretty well!!!

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Maritime Melodies Across The Multiverse

A Squid Sisters Spiderverse AU.

And when I saw her face. When I saw her eyes—

I wanted to die myself.

Thwip! Thwip! Shhwoosh!

The battle with Octavio was raging. The battle for the Great Zapfish. The hero of Inkopolis, Bomb Rush Spider (or Callie), had managed to circle the villain in his own concert. Then, with all the webbing she could muster, force him to stay down. Now it was up to Agent 2 and 3 to finish the job. Swimming, running and jumping, the two raced to meet the villain face to face, but he had one final despicable trick up his sleeve. One that could turn the battle in his favour.

"GYA HA HA HAAA! To think I'd go down THAT easily! Feel the bass drop on this, Squidbeak Splatoon!" The devilish DJ roared, before blasting a bomb directly into the core of Agent 2. She went flying, and Agent 3 watched her rocket across the arena, then go off like an inky firework in the distance.

Her body fell into the abyss below. Agent 3 jumped ship after her. Bomb Rush Spider had gotten a glimpse, and was forced to make a choice. She swung on a giant mechanical tentacle as she weighed the options.

Stop the DJ, or save her cousin?

Her mind rang out with one answer.

I can do both.

She strengthened her webbing, to yank the villain out of his podium, thrashing him into the ground like a weight at the end of a rope. She stuck him to the floor and zipped below the arena, diving down to save her agents.

Make a net, Callie! Her instincts cried to her. Stick this here, a web over there, time to weave like you've never woven before! She was lightning, and Agent 3 watched a hammock of sticky web will itself into existence, to catch and save th-

Oh.

When Ag- no, Marie, hit the net, she didn't land right.

Callie dropped down into the web, getting up. 3 was okay. She wasn't worried about 3, but Marie?

She was crumpled in a heap in the fibres.

By some miracle, or some awful twist of fate, she somehow had enough energy to keep going, even for just a little while. Callie tore off her mask, and stared down at her cousin. Marie wasn't ready to die... but the cold hand of death didn't care.

"You get him...?" She mumbled lightheadedly, as verdant ink and deep indigo blood trickled down her face.

"I did. I sure as shell did, Marie. But he can't get yo-" Callie responded, pulling her up and clutching her in her arms.

"I don't care. I really don't. I always knew somethin-" she spluttered and coughed up some more blood as she was clutched by her cousin. "I... I always knew something like this would happen. If it weren't you or 3, it was me."

Marie gathered her strength, and looked at Callie in the eyes. Deep in there. She couldn't see her properly, but she knew she was there. She'd listen, no matter what.

"Callie. Cal. Callie. Listen to me. You have so much power. You can do so much good. Now listen to me. Do what I can't. Make this world safe. I'm trusting you, okay? I love you and Gramps so much. Tell him I'm in a better place. Oh... and kick Octavio's ass so hard... he'll regret ever crossing the New Squidbeak Splatoon."

Her eyes glazed over a few seconds after. 'Splatoon' felt like a dying whimper, and Marie Cuttlefish, was dead in her arms. Callie, nor Agent 3, had never seen someone die before. The fact that for the pair of them, it was Marie, scarred them.

"Marie." The girl whimpers. She then grabs tight hold of her, and starts to cry. "MARIE. WAKE UP. WAKE UP. PLEASE. This is a joke right? You're fine, tell me you're fine." Her tears poured out as waterfalls, and she pressed herself into her cousin. "You've gotta be fine. We're gonna get Gramps, right? We're gonna get you out of here and see a doctor. Come on. Wake up..."

"..."

"You're not waking up... are you?"

(HOOOOO THIS WAS ONE I WAS KINDA LIKE. Pained ABOUT. LIKE MAN. i kinda hate how this turned out but im too far in now. had to edit it a bit and i still hate how many times i said and but ENJOY?? IG??