SplatFreaks

~Three~

"Do you really want to do this Desti...?" Eva asks, looking at the computer "I know you want to spread the word but...dont you think this is a little excessive? The others dont even know..."
Desti nods quickly, "the video will be great! I want all the freaks out there to know I love them and I will kick an old woman's ass if she judges them!"
Eva pauses and giggles "alright...your call" she looks through the computer, trying to find a backdoor into Inkopolis news. Eva looked down at the keyboard "I wish she would say that to me..." she whispered, looking back up and focusing on her task at hand.
"This'll be so cool! Imagine how many people will root for us now that were going city wide!" Desti celebrates to herself.
"...Desti, I know you wanna get the team out there, but...do you really want this?" Eva asks again.
Desti nods proudly "of course!"
Eva inhales and nods "...alright, if you say so."

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"So the good turfs today will be-" Pearl grins, expecting the images to appear on the board behind them. She looks at Marina slowly.
"Uh...Pearlie...we have a slight issue" Marina looked concerned.
"What?" Pearl asks
"W-Well, our p-program is being hacked-" Marina and the screen began bugging out.
Suddenly it struck black. Viewers were confused.
Then it started.

A glowing face started to appear.

"Hello Inklings, Octolings, and all in the likes. You may or may not know me, but that's okay. Im not here to make your day any creepier, im here to tell you something."
The face pulls away, a light turning on, showing Desti's shadow. Behind her, you could see faint silhouettes of the other members.
"How many of you are outcasted? Misfitted? Called freaks? Are you a ex-dickhead gone good who can escape anything? Are you connected to your twin in an uncomfortable way? Or are you somewhere in between? Well....that's okay. Because..."

The lights fly on as Desti sits atop a counter. She frowns sympathetically "My brethren and sisters, all the freaks are constantly in danger of the normal children..."
Desti stands up and kicks a glass plate off the counter "beat up like a bibi gun to a Styrofoam target.."
She steps on top of an egg, crushing it and watching the yolk and white ooze everywhere "crushed with the weight of insults thrown their way..."
Desti stands in front of a glowing spotlight "doomed to the limbo of purgatory and endless suffrage!"
She grins and kicks a small bin of pens and pencils off the top, jumping down "Its bullshit!"

The audience leaned back hearing that on live air.

"I wont stand here and watch my kind suffer such putrid, rotten, stinky BULLSHIT!" Desti jumps, the viewers jumping as well.

"Which is why...I made this video. I am Desti Spletzer, founder of the SplatFreaks. And I have many words to say..." She chuckles "oh so many.." Desti smirks "lets start with the most obvious one on my mind. You! Yeah, you, the 99% watching this. The ones that are "normal"?" she nods and rips the page in half. "Well, if you hate us, we're done with your SHIT! We've taken enough words, enough beatings, enough commentaries, and we've HAD IT!" Desti's eyes were edited to glow a red tint. "This Splatfest is ours. And we will do ALL that we can to make sure we get our hands on a victory! Because I know for damn sure that your normal asses wont have the advantages we will. So go eat a large throbbing di-!"

The screen cut to static.

"...Pearl?" Marina stood, frozen, as the screen returned to normal.
"Yes...?" Pearl slowly looked at her partner.
"Can we get married before that last sentence traumatizes me?" Marina rubs her eyes slowly.
"I'll get to buying a ring..." Pearl slowly stands up, the broadcast ending.