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have 12 pieces of moldy tree bark to eat

They won't deny it. :P

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A bag of questionably, stale muffins (which probably would only properly function as incredibly good paper weights) are placed near Pyro.

Take care, little hero. You've still got so much work to do.

"Oh..."

Pyro is enjoying the muffins! :D And it is also crying.

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Close up of one Ink Child for @inktagion-au! From a art meme I did on twitter dot com!

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"I don't think I can last much longer... Food's so short and I'm doing everything I can to keep my friends well fed. I don't remember the last time I even ate..."

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Hot tears roll down Pyro's face.

"I failed in the worst possible way. My city's dying and I can't do.... anything..."

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"I don't think I can last much longer... Food's so short and I'm doing everything I can to keep my friends well fed. I don't remember the last time I even ate..."

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Happy another year with *this* happening... how have you been holding up?

"I got the ink flu around a few weeks before the new year started, but I'm doing alright now..."

It looks back at the rations, which were pretty low. It frowns.

"Besides going hungry."

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The red haired inkling squeezed their eyes shut, before refilling Sheldon's tank for his weapon. Pyro basically leapt out of the way once finished and hid behind the counter.

"Oh yeah, it has an intense fear of its own ink." Shelby eyeballs the cowering Pyro from the counter.

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"Thank you--huh?"

Sheldon stares at the counter where the inkling had disappeared, before looking back to the crab. He only seems more confused with that explanation. It's difficult to even imagine an inkling without, well, ink. It was kind of their whole thing, an inexorable part of them.

"...Why would it be afraid of ink?"

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Pyro slowly reemerges from behind the counter.

"...I have a lot of reasons I don't wish to get into."

"Er, I'll tell you later when things calm down a bit. Right now we're focusing on ourselves and survival, correct Shellendorf?"

Shelby eyeballs behind him, which a lot of salmonids lay behind the barricades. Thankfully they seem to be holding up fairly well.

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"Oh, okay that makes a lot more sense now."

Pyro looks at their own hands. They were deathly afraid of ink, but perhaps... Maybe just this once...

"I-I can refill your tank, if you'd like...?"

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"That'd really help. I've modded this E-Liter past its limits and have been trying to get it to use as little ink at once as I can, but it's still a guzzler."

Sheldon has no way to know about Pyro's hesitance--though Shelby had sent him that radio message, he hadn't specified anything about the disease or how it was transmitted. As far as Sheldon was concerned, Pyro was an ordinary inkling, albeit one in a terrible situation.

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The red haired inkling squeezed their eyes shut, before refilling Sheldon's tank for his weapon. Pyro basically leapt out of the way once finished and hid behind the counter.

"Oh yeah, it has an intense fear of its own ink." Shelby eyeballs the cowering Pyro from the counter.

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the crimson sky is back as the mothership retreats but in time for something much worse a wave of glowflys come the rush has began

Thankfully both Pyro and Shelby were somewhere safe!

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"Shelby Herrington, but Agent 9 also works too." Shelby lets out a nervous laugh.

"So this is Ammo Knights?"

Pyro looks all around at all the various weapons hung up to see. Some of them were hidden away safely in glass display cabinets. They see Sheldon's ink tank was somewhat filled, furrowing their brows.

"You use ink? I didn't think your kind had that stuff..."

Shelby finally takes a moment to put down his weapon, relieved to be inside somewhere safe. He needed a breather.

"For whatever reason, we must've been transported from universe to universe... Dunno how that happened. I apologize if this is super awkward. I've never met another horseshoe crab in years. Well, uh, I'm sort of the last of my kind. "

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Sheldon makes a wide, though listless gesture at the store. This sure is Ammo Knights all right, though this isn't quite the way he'd want to introduce his business to people.

"Well, it's nice to meet you properly, but sorry you came at such a bad time," Sheldon says with a rueful smile. He turns to Pyro. "And, no, I can't make ink myself, I just had a tank filled for emergencies and I'm running out fast."

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"Oh, okay that makes a lot more sense now."

Pyro looks at their own hands. They were deathly afraid of ink, but perhaps... Maybe just this once...

"I-I can refill your tank, if you'd like...?"

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A horseshoe crab and inkling make their way towards the entrance of Ammo Knights. They seem to be far advanced within the tech field, gadgets and interesting choices of weaponry strapped to their backs.

The horseshoe crab bangs on the outside windows, while shooting at the salmonids that swarmed him and the inkling.

"If anyone is inside there, please let us inside! We are in need of safety! We're being surrounded by salmonids!"

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Sheldon doesn't hesitate to open the door for them, ushering the two inside as fast as he possibly can. He doesn't even process who the strangers are at first, too busy making sure no salmonids slip in around them--dam smallfries are fast. His shop is dark, there's some splotches of salmonid ink and smaller patches of inkling ink, an open first-aid kit, a couple of opened boxes of various kinds of bombs. Sheldon himself looks ragged and exhausted, the ink tank on his back three-quarters empty.

But even through all that, Sheldon's eyes widen as he looks over the other horseshoe crab. The voice, even muffled from outside, had struck him in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"You're..." He points at the other, weakly, before trailing off.

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"YOU."

Shelby points at the other in pure shock. He couldn't believe his eyes. Well... One good eye. His other was half blind.

"The voice from the radio! Whoa, are you who I think you are?!"

Pyro's eyes widen. They also recognize the voice from the other horseshoe crab.

"Is that...?"

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"...Sheldon Shellendorf. And you're Shelby H."

As if this whole situation couldn't get any weirder. Sheldon's too exhausted to freak out too much about it, simply sitting down on the floor with his legs crossed and peering up at them.

"What are you doing here? I was under the impression you were...uh...somewhere else."

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"Shelby Herrington, but Agent 9 also works too." Shelby lets out a nervous laugh.

"So this is Ammo Knights?"

Pyro looks all around at all the various weapons hung up to see. Some of them were hidden away safely in glass display cabinets. They see Sheldon's ink tank was somewhat filled, furrowing their brows.

"You use ink? I didn't think your kind had that stuff..."

Shelby finally takes a moment to put down his weapon, relieved to be inside somewhere safe. He needed a breather.

"For whatever reason, we must've been transported from universe to universe... Dunno how that happened. I apologize if this is super awkward. I've never met another horseshoe crab in years. Well, uh, I'm sort of the last of my kind. "

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A horseshoe crab and inkling make their way towards the entrance of Ammo Knights. They seem to be far advanced within the tech field, gadgets and interesting choices of weaponry strapped to their backs.

The horseshoe crab bangs on the outside windows, while shooting at the salmonids that swarmed him and the inkling.

"If anyone is inside there, please let us inside! We are in need of safety! We're being surrounded by salmonids!"

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Sheldon doesn't hesitate to open the door for them, ushering the two inside as fast as he possibly can. He doesn't even process who the strangers are at first, too busy making sure no salmonids slip in around them--dam smallfries are fast. His shop is dark, there's some splotches of salmonid ink and smaller patches of inkling ink, an open first-aid kit, a couple of opened boxes of various kinds of bombs. Sheldon himself looks ragged and exhausted, the ink tank on his back three-quarters empty.

But even through all that, Sheldon's eyes widen as he looks over the other horseshoe crab. The voice, even muffled from outside, had struck him in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"You're..." He points at the other, weakly, before trailing off.

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"YOU."

Shelby points at the other in pure shock. He couldn't believe his eyes. Well... One good eye. His other was half blind.

"The voice from the radio! Whoa, are you who I think you are?!"

Pyro's eyes widen. They also recognize the voice from the other horseshoe crab.

"Is that...?"

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Hey you still alive

"Yep! Still alive! We're just dealing with some big salmonid run or something-"

"Shelby, one's trying to eat me."

"AND YOU'RE CALM ABOUT IT?"

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Yo is this thing on? YES hello hello Inkopolis peeps! It's me, Flip Mesh! Er uh you can call me Flip for short if you're a nickname type of person. Anywho I'm the freshest squid in town, with my trusty Dualies and my swag to match. I see these "ask blogs" are a trend around these parts no? I'm open for anything so lay it on me. I got all day!

Flip Mesh is now open for asks!

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as the crimson night comes back the sky gets filled with flying fish the mothership is here

Pyro's watch is going off the shits. They take quick notice of the alarm system blaring at them and look up in the sky. A HUGE mothership flies above the city of Splatsville.

"Shelby..."

"You're kidding- Okay Pyro we need to go NOW!"

Shelby and Pyro start running for safety as the mothership deploys hundreds of flying fish.

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Dawn of the first day for the crimson sky warning are blaring on news sights BIG RUN IS HERE

"Pyro, now's not the time to freeze. Focus!"

Shelby's words don't reach Pyro's ears. The inkling still stays frozen in place.

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OK so you are here now best thing to do is live till morning then you will learn what's happing

The frantic inkling backs away from the salmonid hoard. They suddenly see not salmonids, but infected inklings, making their way towards them.

"I need to get out of here-"

They scramble to their feet and look for anywhere that could be considered shelter. The streets of Splatsville are highly unfamiliar, and Pyro finds itself lost in the swarms of salmonids.

"Help- HELP!"

A bright flash of light. Suddenly, a small horseshoe crab drops from the air, landing on its feet.

"PYRO! THERE YOU ARE I'VE BEEN LOOKING-"

"SHELBY BEHIND YOU!"

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*As Three would notice the wave going towards the two they would immediately start to run over. Throwing a few burst bombs and picking off the rest with the hero shot. They are fully dressed in their bright yellow hero gear- clearly not a replica- once the wave was thin enough they would breathe a sigh of relief turning around and addressing the two* "You need some help?"

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Pyro didn't even say a word. They were too much in shock. Shelby decides to take over.

"Thank you. I appreciate your.... LOOK OUT-"

From his pocket, Shelby grabs some sort of weapon, highly advanced in tech, and blasts a rogue cohock to smithereens.

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*3 would watch this go down... not sure how to respond deciding against responding at all* "No problem- it's my job after all... Ammo Knights is a safe zone Unless you want to help fight waves you should head over there..." *Three would point them in the general direction of Ammo Knights just in case they didn't know where it was...*

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"Good thinking- Wait Ammo Knights you say?"

Shelby was used to his version of Ammo Knights, so he was very curious about what the legendary Ammo Knights shop looked like right now. He nods and gives a small noise of confirmation.

"Come on, Pyro, let's head out."