Salmonling x Inkling!Reader [DISCONTINUED.]

Art is not mine!~

It'd be pretty weird for an inkling to be raised by a salmonoid right, well some crazed fishies weren't so bad as one had took a small baby squid back to their home, carful to make sure the green water didn't touch the poor thing considering the father is a Salmonoid makes things sorta...awkward for the inkling mother. The inkling grown into something much different, he had lived with the salmonoids all his life he had been fused into one. His ears looked like fins of a fish, he had that one sharp tooth that seemed to show when he opened his mouth. He had scratches and bruises but that didn't matter. He usually hung out with the big bois, and had grown to hate inklings. His senses are sharper and reflexes are quicker than his salmonoid family. Just a couple more days until he gets to finally use his specially created weapon, his ears were fairly similar to an inklings but he was more on the salmonling side.

"I cannot wait for all my stress to be let out on such disgusting creatures..."

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A happy little inkling skipped along the plaza, she was pretty short compared to most inklings, but taller than Pearl by maybe 3 inches. She had (f/c) ink and short tentacles. Making her way (thru the hood with a glo-) down the plaza and straight to Salmon Run.

"Mr. Grizz! I'm back!~" the adorable small inkling girl smiled and twirled as the radio bear buzzed and krrrshed before responding.

"Ah Y/n, welcome! Make sure you get me them golden eggs and no crew wipes got that!?" He said as you nodded with a smile changing into your work clothes that were designed especially for you, some inklings teased you on being Mr. Grizz' favorite little worker, which never really bothered you but he made sure to always lend you the grizzco weapons.

"Yessir Mr. Grizz Sir!" You smiled as you then skipped off toward your shift, excited for the shift and groupies.

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"Aight kiddo first time?" The male salmonling nodded at the Chum as it patted his back.

"Once the inklings arrive we attack, the loud bell will ring, fall back. Kill each one and they'll leave. Do Not Let, and I say DO NOT let them take the eggs...!" A steelhead said in their grim booming voice. A cohock laughed saying how he'd probably be splatted by the inklings before he could even get out of the water.

"Just hit dem wit' 'er spoon!" A small fry chimed with their slightly accented voice. The male only nodded as stared at his weapon. No he wasn't given a frying pan or spoon, he had obtained a splattershot from one of the chums since their last trip they were able to kill off the inklings.

"Oi Sylas, wot you think yer doin'?" His 'father' called out to him pulling him away from the crowed, surprise his father is a Chum- don't question it.

"Nu'in dad, just excited to finally kill them squids..."