Captain Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

Someone is patrolling this area be careful* I nodded, then I faced to see ‘The Captain’ the protagonist of Splatoon 1 walking towards me and Mangey to faces us. *This is bad, that’s the protagonist of the first Splatoon Game, known as ‘The Captain’ Inkcanius are you going to engage?* Mangey grunted. “Yes Mangey, despite seeing ‘The Captain’ ensnared by Corona, I’ll do anything to save everyone” I shouted, I then place the bag of supplies down “Mangey take care of the supplies, I’ll face her” I said, unsheathing my X-Blade, *be careful Inkcanius* Mangey grunted. I walked a few feet apart, as ‘The Captain’ and I stare down at each other. “Don’t worry, I will save you from Corona’s grip, Three”

Maybe a chair leg shifting a fraction on the wooden floor. "It's kinda cool, really," I went on, trying to butter him up. "Like, I'm not sure what this is all for exactly, but hopefully it sets you up for some bigger roles in the future. I mean, if you're going for the 'strong, silent type', mission accomplished," I said, trying to rein in my sarcasm. There was still no answer, and I was starting to get frustrated now. "Well, one thing's for sure, that dude who calls himself the Captain" I said, happily expressing my sarcasm and annoyance now, "is an asshole."

Pink Bunny was puzzled. Captain who wasn’t present seemed well aware of all the tragedies that happened inside the Underworld even before his involvement. ‘How did you know…’ The kings’ gazes were asking him that. With curled eyes, Captain snorted. “We are the best informant in the whole world. A little digging is nothing compared to the prize that I will get.” “Which is?” Smart asked suspiciously at him. “Their despair.” Smart cackled cynically. “Of course,” your heart is as black as our beloved Holiness.

He turned back with the particular body language of someone who has been holding something and has decided this is the moment to put it down. He looked at me. He smirked. “I guessed we all need a new captain.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"Open your eyes and look carefully! That's our captain! The Pirate Queen!" Hank's legs gave out as he collapsed on the deck while Winnie's phone slipped from her hand again and it fell on the deck with a clatter. She kept shaking her head, her words all over the place. "No... There's absolutely no way that's true! If she's the Pirate Queen, then why would she wash our underwear and take out our trash every day?!" I walked over to Kaplan's sofa and sat down, crossing my legs. Kaplan immediately scrambled over on his hands and knees and used his sleeve to wipe the dust off the tip of my boots.

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

He was supposed to be my teammate, my responsibility as captain, but right now, looking down at him, all I wanted to do was pin him against the glass and wipe that arrogant smile right off his face. "You're in my way, Captain," Jules panted, his voice dripping with that fake innocence that always made my jaw tick. He pushed his helmet up, running a gloved hand through his sweat-dampened hair, completely unfazed by the fact that I was towering over him. "Unless you're planning to ask me out, you need to back off." I leaned in closer, letting him feel the sheer size of me, letting him smell the sweat and the cold air clinging to my jersey.

For the first time, he didn’t seem like the untouchable captain everyone feared. I don’t know what made me walk over. “You okay?” I asked quietly. He lifted his head slowly. Those icy blue eyes met mine, and for a second he looked surprised I was still there. I shifted on my feet. “Earlier… when that guy got hurt. You got to him really fast. Thanks for helping him. Most captains would’ve waited for the coach.” Cole stared at me for a long moment, like my words didn’t make sense to him. “You noticed that?”

“When are you going to grow up and stop sleeping around?” I sat back in my chair, rubbing a hand over face, trying to wake up a little more. “When my dick shrivels up and falls off,” I joked. Before he could answer, the captain walked in the room and everyone went quiet, listening to last minute instructions before we all piled into two vans and headed to the location.

he said. “Hmm, since he’s so ambitious about his position as captain of the Westbrook Ravens,” I replied. Alex gave me a sideways glance. “Well, he isn’t just the captain; he’s Mr Westbrook’s son,” he said. “What?” I stopped for a second before catching up with him. “But why is he your nemesis?” “Is it because you two are competitive on the ice?” I asked. “Honestly, I don’t know,” Alex replied as he pulled out a chair and sat down. “But his father and Mr Williams have had some heated issues.”