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Like Looking in the Wrong Mirror - An Eight Fic

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Rated: T Relationships: Eight & Four Splatoon 3: Side Order Content Warnings: Unhappy Ending, Graphic Ink-Based Violence, References to Asphyxiation Words: 590

Summary: Intensifying-Harmony.Floor and what resides there. (It's not Four.) (But it looks so much like Four.) (So very… very.. much….)

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The charger clicks uselessly, ink run dry. Eight pushes forward, but the dark ink at their heels seems to suck them further into place.

Only one left now, then that elusive locker key is theirs, and one step closer to getting their memories back.

Armed with what looks nearly exactly like a Splattershot, the enemy surges forward, toward Eight.

(It steps with their left foot first, like Four does.)

Desperate, Eight swings the gun around like a baseball bat, clocking the opponent upside the head.

A glitchy, staticky scream rings out.

The gun clatters to the floor, and the inkling follows suit, knocked over by the weight of Eight’s hit.

Momentum carried Eight more than logic. The ink on the floor sloshing at their ankles, each of their hearts pounding in their ears.

Maybe Eight trips. Maybe they leap.

Either way they end up on top of it, knocking their weapon aside.

Blunt finger tips attempt to rake across Eight, clawing out for freedom.

(When they’d met, Four had given Eight a high five, then lingered to compare their hands. She’d laughed, poking Eights sharp finger tips with her own.)

A familiar voice echoes from a broken speaker, begging, pleading. There’s a rhythm to it, a melody almost. A song Eight could almost remember, at the edges of their mind.

But the pieces don’t connect.

Eight lunges for the mask. Their fingers curl around the edges of a metal plate, prying for the slightest bit of leeway to work with.

Four thrashes beneath them, but Eight holds steadfast. Trying to sway the weight to their advantage, to remove the metal and free their friend. A little harder, a little further, they’d help them just—

Then Eight’s falling backwards, the sound of tearing splitting their ears. Thick black strands of ink stretch between where metal and flesh had been fused. It feels like an eternity, pulling away and away, until Eight stumbles, and everything has separated.

The mask remains clutched in their hands. The body beneath them goes limp instantly, as though puppet strings had been cut.

Scrambling up again, Eight lurches forward, only centimetres from Four’s face.

But this isn’t Four.

Only a dripping mass of black pours forward, glitching at the edges instead of ever spilling out. Almost as if it’s pulsating, nearly beating.

On impulse, Eight reaches forward, dropping the mask as their fingers go limp. Their hand goes up to brush the ink out of Four’s face.

(This ink isn’t her sun stained golden, she can’t breathe like this, she’ll suffocate—)

Eight’s hands just plunge into darkness, seemingly unending. No facial features, nothing solid, only an abyss. Their arm is swallowed by ink, extending much deeper than the back of Four’s head suggests it possibly could.

It stings. It’s crawling, it’s absorbing, Four’s dark ink bleeds into Eights pastel turquoise, an infection, a virus—

Eight yanks their arm out, a splatter of dark ink arcing out behind them and splashing to the ground.

The static and pixels dance across Eight’s vision before they feel it. The impact of their legs bashing against the ground, dropping as the body beneath them disintegrates, an implosion of darkness and then—

Nothing.

Four wasn’t there.

Just Eight kneeling on an ink coated platform, a small key floating a few meters behind them.

But the key is just data, given a physical form.

But the ink isn’t real, it’s only 1’s and 0’s and some clever rendering.

Then the inkling?

It wasn’t Four.

And never was.

(So why are they still crying?)

[Ending.]

#OH A BANGER?? #THIS BE A BANGER

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agent 4 art because of a plethora of reasons

also rollers are the best weapon class don't @ me

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i only know who im meant to be

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lesbians RISE ⬆️⬆️⬆️

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agent four's palette but umm its a little different

based on my idea for palettes having different 30F bosses erm

#4 being the only one with their hands tied #that creepy ass smile and those screens #oooh i'm gonna be sick #/pos

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talon nana

#OH SHE'S SO SICK AND TWISTED #GIRL MEANS BUSINESS #YEAAAAAAAH

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some ana amari shitposts from my little twitter rp account lol!! im at @/anaamaritwt if you want to stop by!

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I haven't been drawing shit these past two weeks lmao. Sorry, the overwatch brainrot has consumed me for the time being and unfortunately for me I can't draw any of those goons well enough to be funny about it </3

that's life, babyyy

#regular 4 posting will resume once i finish the battle pass #or when Ana Overwatch releases me from this chokehold #sorry her new skins is so COOL IVE BEEN FAWNING OVER IT FOR HOURS #SHE'S SO SICK AND TWISTED I LOVE HERRR #me thas me

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Catching My Tumblr Up To Speedᵀᴹ Part 10 (almost there!): i made this before parallel canon was confirmed to be just a clone. nevertheless we were robbed of 4 content in S.O.

(original upload/creation date: February 25th, 2024)

(i know the songs rlly abt being homeless i just think it goes rlly hard and fits the vibe)

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give me a siiiignn

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Octavio looking on in horror in his snow globe prison as Agent 4 makes out with one of his former soldiers on the daily and very clearly tops them.

#lol lmao even

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Happy 4/8

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this took forever because my ipad kept dying

happy 4/8 day!!!!

#HER LITTLE PURSE DOG... #🥹 #the purse is like a little clown car #could probably fit a couple more people there #just to be silly

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Totality.

#agent 32 confirmed peak via the fucking stars bro #if you think about it agent 4's like the sun and 8 is the moon so the eclipse is just them kissing #sorry im obsessed rn #honestly wish I took the time to make this better but it iiiis what it iiiiiis #im making them better art later on i just needed something for 4/8 #happy 4/8 btw #agent 4 #agent 8 #splatoon #agent 32 #agent 48 #arg… that be me art matey

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New splatfest guys!!!

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happy 8/4 to my fav ship ever

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meeting da captain's roommate

#holy fucking shit dude #THIS IS SOCUUUTE #AAAAAAAAA #KAORI AND JOHN SPLATOON MY BELOVED #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.... THANK YOU OP #lol lmao even