Captain Underpants Characters Novels & Stories

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?”

I have never seen him play before~~ ~~I think this is Nico Lancaster's replacement @Nico Lancaster~~ ~~Why was Captain Nico on the floor like a princess waiting for her prince charming to save her @Nico Lancaster~~ ~~This guy is going to be the biggest player on The Viper team, I love him already~~ ~~What's his name and can we get more videos of him? He is way cooler than Nico~~ A bitter laugh escaped my throat, and I dropped the phone onto my thigh. The sheer nerve of these people to tag me directly. They wanted to make absolutely sure I saw them dragging me.

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."

The cold air from the arena slowly faded away as we walked deeper into the athletic building. We passed several closed wooden doors before we finally reached a heavy metal door with a small silver plaque that read 'Team Captain'. Connor pushed the heavy door open, pulled me inside the small room, and closed the metal door securely behind us to block out any eavesdropping teammates. The private office was very clean and smelled strongly of fresh laundry detergent and leather equipment. A large wooden desk sat in the center of the room, and a comfortable leather couch rested against the painted cinderblock wall.

“Since mine and Duke’s rooms were the only ones with space, we made a bet.” I blink. “A bet?” “Yeah.” He glares at me like this entire situation is personally my fault. “I didn’t think they’d actually put her in my room.” Her. Not even you. Rude. “My name is Jayden. I'm the hockey captain,” he adds like that explains everything. I stare at him blankly. “…Congratulations?” His jaw tightens. Okay, maybe mocking the giant hockey player isn’t the smartest survival instinct, but he started it.

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”

"Proud makes my job hell. Headlines turn. Captain gone rogue. Golden boy dead." "Golden boy died right," I replied. "New captain wins different. Tell media that. Cold. Ready. Unafraid." Christian sat back down. "Cold sells less. Fans liked nice guy. Now they question everything. Interviews from old coaches. They say this is not the Evan they knew." "Not the same Evan," I answered. "Grew up. Saw too much. Fights when needed. You spin growth story." "Growth from punching faces," Christian said. "Hard sell. League might add games to suspension. They hate captain brawls."

"NO!! LET ME JUST GO REAL QUI--WAIT--DON'T PULL THAT HARD--" Ripped "...MY SHIRT! YOU RIPPED MY SHIRT!" "Oh..." "WHAT 'OH' THIS IS MY FAVORITE SHIRT!!! I HADN'T EVEN STARTED RUNNING YET, YOU F*CK---! " "Shut it." "WHO THE HELL TOLD ME T--" "..." "...!" "..." "haha... yes... I'll shut up...s-stop glaring already... hahahaha...haha...f*ck." Noel has always been the Captainatic in the group. He'll follow Archilles to the end of the Earth, or even to the moon if his dearest captain decides to flap his non-existent wings up there someday.

Floyd replied “Well..Well you seem to have a mouth on you. I’m Captain Eugene Krates and why does a punk kid who seems to have never heard the word discipline think he can just barge in here interrupting a work out session and insult me.” Captain Krates replied “Um… Everybody has a mouth you fucking dumbass but nice of you to point it out just and to let you know it’s justgetting warmed up and Why do I think I can come in here and insult you well maybe it’s because I was bored and just proved I can do so.” Floyd replied. “Oh we’ve got a smart ass with an attitude problem here if you're half the bad ass you seem to

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.