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Sickening.
That was the only thing that came to mind when Three Agent Three thought about the beating dealt to them a little over a week ago.
Sickening.
There was still a dull ache in their body from it, as she looked themself in the mirror. She sighed, and rubbed their neck. It stung slightly, but she didn’t care.
No matter how much she covered the bruises, they’d always come back. She was starting to wonder why she even did it.
That's right.
To save Four and themself.
Anyone else in the Splatoon finding the bruises on their body would be disastrous, they thought. Four would most likely get arrested for assault, and Three would be seen as a weakling.
A weakling.
That was Three’s biggest fear, after all. The perfectly constructed persona that took years to build, being shattered by Agent Four, of all people?
Not that Four was weak, in any way. Agent Four went through the same thing they had. Save the Zapfish, become a hero. Shell, Four may even had it slightly harder with those snowboots Marie had them wear.
But still, Agent Four? Their friend?
Well, Three thought she could consider Agent Four their friend. That was to the wind now.
Now, Three had bigger fish to fry than friendships.
Four had started talking again. This was a shock to Three. Four was mute by choice, a choice she kept up for most of the time. She spoke through sign language. (thank cod Gramps had made the majority of the Splatoon learn it.)
But Four never spoke. Shell, according to Marie, it took Callie being saved for Four to utter a single greeting to them.
But suddenly, while she’s pummeling Three, she speaks? On top of that, Four had said something to them last night.
“Y’know…” Four had smirked, while rinsing Three’s ink off their knuckles.. “This is getting old, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?” Three had sniffled, sitting up in a corner in between the cabinet and the wall.
“This. Every night, I come in theme, punch you a couple of times, and then leave. It was fun the first time, but now it's just becoming repetitive. And Shell, you seem used to it.”
“You say that as if this is a sport, something for fun and profit.”
“I don’t know about you, Three, but I’m profiting quite a bit from this.” Four had chuckled softly.
Three looked at Four, dread painting their face.
“Tomorrow, let's spice it up. I’ll change my tactics, huh?”
“I’d much prefer you didn’t.”
“Well, ‘Three’, you’re not in a position to prefer anything right now.”
Silence.
“I’m going to bed. See you tomorrow, friend.”
And with that, Four was gone.
And there stood Three, the next morning, dreading whatever Four had to come.
Four was skilled. Three didn’t even know what she was planning. Whatever it was, Three needed to stop it.
She had a plan. Eight was coincidentally going out tonight, to hang out with Off The Hook. The duo was like a family to them.
Four and Three were staying home, however.
This gave Four the perfect opportunity to strike, and that spelt doom.
Three’s plan was to try to talk Four out of it. Pathetic, compared to what she usually did, but now, she didn’t have the upper hand.
The tides of the battlefield had changed.
Four had won, after all.
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“Okay now, you two get along.” Eight smiled, as she stepped out of the door.
‘We will.’ Four signed, a big goofy grin on their face.
Once Eight had turned, Four closed the door, and locked it. She turned.
Three was standing in the kitchen, leaning on a counter, while gazing out of the window. The city of chaos was turning to dusk, as the ever-blaring sun began to set. The sky was painted a lovely yellow, followed by pink and blue.
Four walked over to Three, and hopped up onto the counter adjacent to them.
“You wanted to talk to me?”
Three gazed out of the window a second longer, before sighing and turning to Four with weary eyes.
Delicious.
“Four, I…”
“Yes?”
Three looked down at their feet, as if looking Four in the eyes was too much. She eventually moved them head back up.
“Why are you doing this, Four?”
Four looked at Three. This was taking tolls on them, she could tell.
Why?
“Why not? ”
“Four, I just…don’t understand it. We're on good ground, and…and then…”
Silence.
“I just want to know why, Four. I won’t tell anyone, I swear, I just want to know why. ”
Silence again. Four’s lips curled into a chilling smirk.
“ You. ”
“W-what?”
“I said what I said. You.”
A pause.
“You are the reason for your own suffering.”
“Four, I don’t understa-”
“Don’t lie to me.”
Another pause.
“You treat me like I am weak. I know I am, and I know I’ll never be anything, but this is because of you. ”
“Wait, Fo-”
“No, no. It's my turn.” Four said. “You, the legendary Agent Three, have ruined my life. If it wasn’t for you, maybe I’d actually be something.”
“Four, wait, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you felt like tha-”
“No, it's too late for sorry , Agent Three. You have caused me so much pain, and now…”
Four leaned over, and opened the cutlery cabinet.
“Now you will feel it.”
Three’s eyes widened as Four directed their hands to a knife. The biggest knife they owned. Three looked around, before starting to run. She ran out of the kitchen, burst into their room, and flung themself into the closet.
She curled into a ball, and whimpered slightly. This was bad. Shit, this was bad. She heard Four’s footsteps approach, she was running out of time.
Three glanced around in a panic.
Ah, bingo.
There was a Splattershot in the closet, along with an ink tank. She had kept it in theme, just in case. Thank cod.
Three grabbed the gun and the ink tank, strapped the tank on, and held the Splattershot at the door. It slowly Four was in the room, she was gonna find them.
Just as she had thought, Four flung open the door to the closet.
“Don’t move.”
Four went silent, before smirking.
“Oh, you think a Splattershot will stop me? I’ll just respawn, you kno-”
Three didn’t let them finish. She squeezed them eyes shut, and pulled the trigger, shooting Four.
Splatted Agent Four.
Captain opened their eyes. Four was gone. Definitely to the spawn point that Splatsville had, a couple minutes away. This gave them some safety, however rare.
Captain thought to leave, she really did. She could go to the motel she did a couple days ago after Four beat them the first time.
She didn’t. She got out of the closet, and trudged to the living room, where she just sat on the couch.
She’s not sure why she didn’t leave. She just…Didn’t. Maybe because she’d have to explain themself, because it’d seem cowardly, she didn’t know.
Before long, she had a message notification.
4gent > you’re a good shot, even with your eyes closed, Agent 3.
4gent > however,
4gent > i’ll keep what you’ve done in mind for next time.
Fuck.
She’d just made it worse for themself, hadn’t she?
No matter how hard she tries,
Four had, as always, won.