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The cold summer night air was what woke three. Surprisingly it wasn't the loud scream of pearls, or the world-threatening statue rising out of the sea, but the soft, gentle breeze, which blew her tentacles out of her aching face. They were on what seemed to be a helicopter, but god knew. As three lifted her head, they looked around the platform they once lay, they saw at least some familiar faces. Cap was over at the corner, dancing? Pearl was being pinned to the ground and practically mauled by marina, and there was someone with.. Pink hair? Hang on, that wasn't just anyone that was an octoling??
“Uh, cap? Care to explain what the FUCK is goin` on?” three yelled. “Oho! Agent 3! You're finally awake! Well, it's a long story dear,” he said whilst patting her shoulder. “Well for starters, me and agent 8 over there got separated from you after a little altercation between you and eight, then me and agent 8 worked together to get out of this bastard place, then you saved us by bursting through the roof, and then this bloody old telephone got its goo on your face and you tied me all up!” he croaked. “Then whilst you were all hypnotised, you and agent 8 had a big ol` fight, agent 8 won, you fell asleep, then pearl shouted at this massive statue, and here we are!”. “Look cap, i dont wanna be rude or anythin` but when you say agent 8, you don't mean she's in the nss, right? I thought we hated octarians!” Three might have said that last part a tad bit too loud, as it caused everyone else on the aircraft to turn around, one giving a nasty look as a reply, in which three could only reply with a crooked, awkward smile.
“Ah! On the topic of eight. She got all of her memories wiped from the fall into the metro, and she doesn't speak inklish very well, so weve assigned you to take care of her! You know, letting her stay in your apartment making food for her, the works!” cuttlefish explained. “Cap, are you fuckin` insane? I can barely take care of myself nevermind a fragile octoling that knows around the same as an infant? What do you want me to do? Cradle her to sleep?!” three yelled.
“Agent 3..” marina cautioned. You've fought eight twice, its the least you can do, yes? You might even get along!” she hinted. “Heh, yeah three! If you even try to hurt eight i will fucking kill you, got it?” pearl threatened, whilst pointing at three from below, for being in her mid twenties, the idol was surprisingly short.
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After the helicopter landed at the shore, three, cap, and the rest of the crew waved goodbye to off the hook as they clambered their way into a car, driven by agents 1 and 2, otherwise known as the squid sisters.
“OMG GRAMPS!!! WE'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!” Callie squealed, three always rivaled at how energetic she always was, it didnt matter when it was, her voice was always 100 decibels too loud. “Yeah gramps, it's been… holy shit like almost a year! Where have you been all of this time!” Marie added.“Well you know what girls, I think that's a story for another day, just start the car and let's get these two home, yes?”.
The car was relatively quiet, Callie and cap` had fallen asleep, (thank god) and Marie had her headphones in, which just left eight and three. They still hadn't spoken a word to each other, that was until eight finally said something.
“I thank you for saving me, it means lots” she stuttered. Obviously because she'd lived in the domes her whole life up until now, hell, she'd only ever seen the surface a few hours ago, her inklish was very broken, however, three didn't mind.
“Oh uh, it's all good! If anyone should be sayin` anythin` it should be me, sorry for almost killing you twice.” she replied with a nervous grin. Eight just smiled as a reply. They didn't speak much after that, however as long as three knew that there was no tension between them anymore, that was all that mattered