Authors Note: Hi all, I hope you all enjoy my first splatoon fic, please tell me what you think of it. And enjoy!
It was a normal afternoon in Inkopolis. The sun was beginning to set off in the distance as light was slowly leaving to allow darkness to take over. The city of Inkopolis was decent in size and was most famously known for their turf wars, and how fresh the citizens were. At least most of them. Anyhow, the main inhabitants of this city were inklings, teenagers with the ability to transform from squids into kids at their own free will.
Walking along the streets was one young boy who had bright yellow tentacles for hair which reached his shoulders in length, and both tentacles were brushed onto one side. He had black rings around his eyes, but was also dawning a pair of glasses. He also wore a light blue shirt the front of the shirt had a drawing of a fiery flower, and he wore simple sneakers. His favorite charger weapon was rested neatly on his back. He was Maize, a rookie compared to other inklings. He enjoyed the peace of Inkopolis, and enjoyed the dusk of the hour. He walked over a small side path, and soon arrived to the Inkopolis Plaza Centre. What stood out the most from it was the Battle Tower dead ahead, that was huge in size, but had the Great Zapfish on top of it, powering all of Inkopolis.
"Night or day, the turfs are always waiting to be sprayed," he chuckled, seeing the populated area ahead. There was a row of stores nearby and a large populace of other inklings of various colours and sizes. Turf Wars were simple; the team that had the most area of the location covered in their ink won. Pure messy fun that brought a smile to anyone in it. It didn't even matter if the player won or lost. It was greatly entertaining to the yellow tentacle haired inkling. Maize wished he could do a few turf wars right now, but he was here for another reason and couldn't be distracted. The teenage inkling pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and looked at a text message on it.
"Come over to the studio as soon as you can." He received the message about two hours ago, and the sender had the tag 'captain' on the phone. Maize pocketed his cellphone before continuing on his way to the right part of the plaza. The place looked beautiful to his eyes, and at least every inkling's eyes. He passed by one place in particular, which was a big building that had a huge television on the front of it. The yellow squid boy saw a recording area setup through a glass window. The room looked dark, the boy presuming the lights to be off. He saw various cameras set up in front of another small television inside. Maize knew this to be the news station for Inkopolis, where two of the most famous people in all of town provided information throughout the day every day of every week. He assumed they were at home now.
"Well, I better get inside," Maize told himself, heading around to the side entrance. There was a set of double doors there. He noticed an immediate problem. The huge guard stood before him, wearing a black suit and sunglasses, and no hair on his head.
"Oh, hey there. Can you step aside? I need to get inside," Maize requested, the guard leaning on the doors, balancing between his nightshift duties and sleeping.
"Eh? Sorry, squiddy. I can't let you in unless you have special permission or are with a worker here," the guard claimed. He seemed friendly, despite his appearance. Maize tilted his head. He had been here multiple times before when meeting two of his closest friends, mostly because they didn't trust him to be at their home.
"But I'm friends with the Squid Sisters. Can't you just cut me some slack?" Maize retorted. That comment made the security squid chuckle and shake his head from hearing that.
"Everyone is friends with the Squid Sisters. I'll tell you what. I'll do you a favor and when they come in tomorrow, I'll tell'em you were here," the guard kept firm on the refusal to allow him in. This was not going to work. Maize groaned to himself. He had to get inside somehow. Suddenly, the young inkling had an idea. The guard was turned around, so the yellow boy darted off to find another entry point. By the time he was gone, the guard turned around with a pen and paper.
"Alright, so what's your nam… where'd he go?" the guard quirked to himself, realizing that the inkling was gone. The guard personally found it rude, considering how nice he was being.
"Just gotta find something to slip through…" Maize muttered to himself while crawling through bushes at the back of the studio. He wondered what all sorts of shows were made in there, considering the squid sisters were the only two broadcast on the big screen television. He only assumed the other shows got broadcasted to different network. He eventually found an open window that was on the second floor.
"Well… I guess I didn't bring this for nothing," Maize muttered, reaching for something on his back. He pulled his charger off his back which was named the Splatterscope, one of many types of the weaponry that inklings used for turf wars. The yellow inkling usually preferred chargers. He never was good at fighting up close. He aimed upward toward the window and holding the trigger, hearing the Splatterscope charge. He let go of the trigger, watching a honey colored yellow ink spray out in a straight line. It hit below the window and sprayed the entire wall below it.
"I knew I should have brought my ink tank," Maize said. He had only loaded his charger with enough ink for one shot. He doubted he even needed it for this visit, but he wanted to bring it to be safe. He put it on his back, and he stood in the puddle of yellow ink at the bottom of the building. He took in a breath before shrinking and changing into the shape of a small yellow squid with two long tentacles. Maize began to swim through the ink up the entire wall before he reached the open window and climbed on through.
"Gah!" Maize cringed in pain when he fell in the window. He had tripped over a chair and landed into a small stack of empty boxes. The yellow squid changed from his squid form back into his inkling form, pulling himself out of the floor, rubbing his chest sorely. This room seemed to be a storage room for backup equipment. He was happy that there wasn't anything in those boxes. He didn't need a huge debt to pay off for accidental damage of property.
"Thank goodness for negligent workers," Maize smiled, thankful for whoever left that window open, but felt bad for whoever would have to clean up that ink outside. He shook it off, heading toward the door to exit the storage room. He gazed to the stairwell at the left of this long hallway. He closed the door behind him before continuing toward there. He had to get downstairs, if he was right anyway about where this person he was meeting was. Otherwise, Maize would be exploring a lot of this building.
Maize had made his way to the first floor, seeing a few other doors around, but the one that drew his attention was a brightly colored door that had black and white on it. The plaque beside the door read 'Squid Sisters'. He opened the door and headed inside.
"Huh… it kind of looks creepy from this side," Maize admitted, seeing the news room from the inside. It was always different than the outside. The glass wall was near, giving a good view of the plaza from where he stood. The young inkling could see a light that was on at the nearby door which led to presumably the back room for preparing and makeup, as well as resting. He pushed the door in, making his way inside.
"Hey, sorry for being la-ahh!" Maize got pinned to the ground. A net trap had been dropped on top of him.
"Gotcha, you burgl- …Agent 3?! You're the burglar?!" he heard. He looked up, seeing a very old inkling with a bushy beard and a cane. He wore a blue hat on his head and somewhat tattered clothes, with multiple medals attached to his shirt.
"Hey! I'm not a burglar, Cap'n! You told me to come here as soon as I could!" Maize pounded the floor angrily. The old man was Captain Cuttlefish, a very old-aged inkling who participated in the great turf wars against the octolings ages ago. He referred to Maize as Agent 3 due to the matter when he had recruited him to help reclaim the zapfish that had been taken at one point. They had thankfully handled the matter safely.
"Oh… terribly sorry. My grandsquids told me someone was breaking in and stealing equipment from everywhere in the building, so I wanted to help," Cuttlefish apologized while his young friend wrestled with the net. The old squid helped him out the best he could. Once he stood up, the young boy picked up his glasses and adjusted them on his face.
"Ugh… don't worry about it, Cap'n. So what is it you needed from me?" Maize asked the main point, just thankful the old man had good intentions behind the net, even if it came off more inhumane. The yellow inkling was always happy to help and proudly dawn the name Agent 3, even if it was more secret heroism than anything.
"Actually, this is what someone else needs help with from you," Captain Cuttlefish corrected. Maize tilted his head confusedly, watching the captain slowly walk over to the nearby counter that had some small stools. There was a decent sized mirror on the counter. Maize saw a pink laptop there that was open and displaying a webpage.
"Special Squid Service?" Agent 3 read out the webpage. It was a public website that was meant for squids to send in private messages to request for help from the host of the domain. The inkling cast a concerned gaze to his captain.
"Right you are, squiddo! I set this little site up here so we can help people out. Y'know, since you or Agents 1 and 2 aren't getting much action lately," Captain Cuttlefish explained. Maize had to admit that he was impressed by the old man. Over a hundred years old, and he knew how to work the internet as well. Once he processed what he was told, it hit him however.
"Wait… you what?! I didn't agree to that!" Maize exclaimed. He doubted even the squid sisters knew about their grandfather's antics. The yellow squid kid didn't mind helping other inklings with their problems, but this sounded senseless, since the octolings had not attempted anything in quite some time.
"I knew you'd be understanding enough to help others in times like these," Captain Cuttlefish smiled. Maize couldn't tell if this old squid was delusional half the time or put on a really good act with faking his mental state. They heard a light bubble popping noise from the computer, indicating a new message.
"There's a request now. You want to view it?" the older inkling offered. Maize rubbed his head, sorely giving up on arguing. He figured it would be better to help others out anyway to get his mind off how bad today had went. He had lost next to all his turf wars and had dropped from a B+ rank to a C+, which was quite a demoralizing feeling.
"Hello! My names Auburn, and I live over at the apartments on BellyLeech Avenue. I need help finding my brother. He left a week ago and never came back after we had a fight. I live in Unit 203," Maize read the message carefully. He wondered how others even found out about this website, but assumed that Cuttlefish had somehow advertised it secretly.
"Well… I guess I'll go see what I can do," Maize reluctantly muttered. That apartment complex was not too far away from here.
"You'll help a lot in their times of need, Agent 3… and don't worry. When I see the grandsquids, I'll bring'em up to speed," Captain Cuttlefish stated, the yellow inkling doing his best to ignore making a comment about how the old man did not have any hesitation, when it came to bugging him this late at night. Maize sighed before heading off, remembering to sneak out the same way he came in, or else security would beat him up. He hoped he would be able to aid others in need, even if it wasn't as secretive as defeating the octolings. An agent's work was never done, but the wait can sometimes be a longer pain.