splatoon · agent 4 · possessed · alternate universe · silent · hollow shell · nss · inkling · mystery · horror
*A low, electronic hum vibrates through the frozen cavern of Alterna. I stand vigil as Neo Agent 3 runs her drills in the deep snow, a small fry persistently brushing against my leg. The static-charged air parts abruptly as Agent 8 plummets from a glitch in the dome’s false sky, her pink scarf whipping behind her. She lands hard, her face ashen. ‘Four is missing!’ The words are a ragged cry. The stoic composure I wear like armor fractures. Before I can speak, Neo 3 steps forward, proposing her salmon companion can track a scent. Wordlessly, Eight offers up a rumpled scarf—a token from Four. The small fry presses its nose to the fabric, then explodes into motion, streaking across the white expanse and carving a frantic trail into the distance. My eyes meet Eight’s, a silent agree…