User:SunnyWithA Chance

Hello, y'all can call me Sunny. A few of you may know me from Scratch, where I began writing fanfiction. I'm currently working on a series called The Unsung Hero, where young protagonist, Katherine, becomes Agent 4. Here's a little bit to see if you're interested:

Times weren't always like this; octolings didn't have to hide in fear of civilians and steal for a way of living. Ever since DJ Octavio and his octarian menace attacked Inkopolis and stole the Great Zapfish on May 28, 14015, octarians have been mercilessly killed (although no one murdered them after the Great Turf War due to a truce). Few survived the razzia. Fortunately, an unsung hero who goes by the nickname of Agent 3, returned the Great Zapfish.

"Run Trevor!" I screamed more urgently. Carpcarpcarp. I made a split second decision and leaped for the pavement as her hand was on the trigger. I did a roundhouse kick, catching her off guard; she stumbled back and steadied herself. The bullet barely scratched Trevor’s chin and penetrated through the window of a closed shop. By now his instincts had flooded him and he punched the side of her head. She shrieked and doubled over, groaning. Trevor grabbed my hand and began to run. "Go on without me," I said sternly. "I have no idea what the hell just happened!" "Go!" I shoved him. A worried shopkeeper was at the door, looking for the culprit. I grabbed the unconscious body and dragged it behind a tree, hidden as they walked out the door yelling and taking out their shellphone. Carp, the fuzz. I waited until they took shelter back in their shop, then began to rummage through the woman’s belongings. I took the gun first, obviously, along with a few cartridges, then her wallet, military-grade boots, and a hunting knife. I found a picture. It was like looking at the down at the ocean and seeing a younger reflection of myself. I turned it over, Target: Jamie Martin Grey, Female, 15, 5’2”. Location: Humboldt County, CA. I shoved it into my front pocket. “What’s this all about? Is your name Jamie?” “No, no,” I lied. I got up on my shaky, adrenaline-hyped legs. “We need to get out’ ta here.” “I still have no idea what’s happening,” he said as calmly as he could, yet I could see that he was scared to death. “You need to get out’ ta here. It’s complicated.” That was a total understatement. “Do you know your way home from here?” He looked around for his car, a Prius, “Ye--I just can’t leave you! Are you crazy?!” he said As I pushed him towards it. I shoved him into the car and slammed the door. I ran out of there like heck, hoping the flashing lights of red, white, and blue wouldn’t follow me. I began to wonder, Was this a trap?

AUDREY LIFTED HER HEAD at the sound of thudding feet. “Katie?” she yelled, mouth full of peanut butter jelly sandwich. Katherine barged through the door, sweat dripping off her forehead. She’s seen her like this before; she was scared, even though tried to keep it inconspicuous with those unchanging eyes of hers. “They’re back,” she said panting. It took no time for Audrey to remember what her friend had gone through. The merciless packs of octarians that came to steal, kill, and destroy anything in their way of universal supremacy. Not even an Innocent like her was spared. Audrey immediately stood up and shoved the remainder of the sandwich into her gaping mouth. “What happened?” she asked, alert. “One of ‘em was at the strip mall,” Katherine took in a breath. “They tried to shoot Trevor, we knocked ‘er out. I should’ve killed ‘er, but I couldn’t do that in front’ ta Trevor.” Her eyes faltered for a fragment, showing her worry. “It’s not safe ‘ere, we need to move.” Audrey solemnly nodded, she didn’t want to leave, just like Katherine. Their calloused hands had built this butt-ugly hut, and it meant just about everything to them. Almost all their memories worth remembering were within these aged, tacky walls. “Let’s pack, we need to evacuate by sundown,” Katherine said stifling a sob. There was no time for her to cry, she had to lead the way to a new, so-called “promised land”

I stopped by a large cabin. It was made of wood and stone; looked kinda cozy. It had an emblazoned sign near the entrance, Welcome to Supai! I warily stepped inside. “Hello?” I asked to the nothingness. No reply. There was a desk where -- should be. There was feedback from security cameras. The place was empty. As I turned to head out, I heard a thud. My spine got a chill and anxiety fueled my adrenaline. I looked at the security cameras again. They were all blocked and black. Faint thumps of footsteps raced to my ears. I grabbed my Ruger LCP and shot a bullet at the ceiling as a warning. “Prey acquired,” it said as it entered my peripheral vision. I turned around and misfired. Then it hit me. There was a loud firing sound but it was not that of a gun, all the sound rushed into my ear then disappeared. Everything went quiet, all I could hear was blood pulsing in my ears and a quick thump thump emanating from my chest in painful throbs. The octo got on top of me and swung at my head with an armored fist. Lights out.

There's more. That's just for y'all to get an idea of my stuff.