The Sweaty Wizard

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Thanks anyways, this is my first “real” feature I guess.

CONTEXT

Recently I was challenged to write a story relating to sweat by three wonderful people by the names of #SplatoberWritings2019, I accepted the task. Here’s the evidence:

There’s probably a lot of inside jokes in this, shhh.

OK STORY TIME

      The date was Friday, October 13th, 2069. Two young inklings with vibrant clothing were walking together on their way to Inkopolis Square. Their names were Skill and Sil, and they were getting ready to battle it out in Squidbeatz 2.

      “Bet you can’t beat my high score!” Skill boasted.

      “We’ll see about that.” responded Sil. The two were already preparing for a fierce competition.

      Suddenly, storm clouds started rolling in as rain drop shot down from the sky. This caught the duo by surprise. “What!? It was broad daylight a second ago!” exclaimed Skill.

       “Relax, we can get there quickly. Let’s race!” said Sil.

      “Hah, you’re on!” replied Skill. “Last one there is a sweaty Gabon!”

      The two broke out in a sprint, with Sil quickly taking the lead. “W-wait up!” shouted Skill. With Sil out of sight, Skill came to a halt and took a deep breath. “Great, I love being alone in the rain.” he said. Continuing to walk, he began to shiver, realizing it was starting to get cold. Then, out of nowhere, the sound of laughter pierced the atmosphere. “Huh? Who’s there?” said Skill. “I must be hearing things.” Realizing he was close to The Square, he began to pick up the pace.

       Upon arriving, Skill noticed that the entire area was empty, without a trace of movement in sight. “Sil?” he called out. “Where are you?” From the Galleria to the Squidbeatz 2 machine, he couldn’t find anybody. Once again, Skill started to hear the laughter, growing in volume. It appeared to be emitting from the strange alleyway in the back of The Square. Shaking with fear, he made his way over and entered the small shack labeled “Grizzco.”

      The place smelled awful, and made Skill feel nauseous. “Sil, where are you? Is this some sort of joke? I can’t take this smell much longer.” he shouted. Then, he could barely make out Sil’s voice.

      “Skill? Is that you?”

      “Yeah, what’s going on? Where are you?”

      “That doesn’t matter right now, you need to leave. Quick!”

      “What? I don’t understand.”

      “Just run!”

      “Why? What’s going on?” Suddenly, the doors closed shut. A tall figure stood in front of Skill. He wore a dark black cloak and a torn hat that read “Walmart.” In his right hand he held a black and white wand that looked as if it was part of a magician set. “W-who are you?” Skill mumbled.

      “Mwahaha.” the figure said in a deep voice.

“I have had many names: Joe, GC, Buck, and even Sweaty Gabon, just to name a few. But you can call me ‘Joehan Calvo.’”

      “What did you do to Sil!?”

      “Your friend has already met their doom, and soon you will, too.”

      Skill dashed to the doors, but it was no use. They wouldn’t budge at all. “You won’t succeed in escaping me.” said Joehan. “Once I cast this spell, your bones will dissolve, and you will sweat and sweat until you are no more.”

      “But I don’t have any bones.” cried Skill. “Why are you doing this!?”

      “It’s simple. Only a foolish inkling like you wouldn’t understand. It is my plan to cast sweaty spells across all of Inkopolis. Once everyone has become engulfed in sweat, I will reign as the cleanest of them all! Nobody will be able to stop me. Now, you shall suffer.” Joehan took a large breath and shouted “DORIYAH” as he waved his wand towards Skill. Skill was paralyzed with fear, and couldn’t move. His face started to sweat until he could see no more. “HELP! HELP!” he yelled. But it was too late. His body dissolved as the laughter of Joehan filled the room. Then, everything was silent.

      As he opened his eyes, Skill came to his senses. It was morning and he was in his bedroom. “Oh, phew. It was just a dream after all.” he said to himself. When getting up, he found his bed covered in sweat. “That’s odd.” he mumbled. “Better go take a shower!”

The End.

I sincerely apologize to anyone who sat through this, especially the judges. I have done wrong to bring this creation upon this Earth.

Thanks for reading!