Prologue: The Second Great Turf War: Prologue

There was silence. Peace.

Ty was asleep in his room, when he was awoken by a large crash.

He woke up and ran downstairs as fast as his little legs could.

He had to protect his family and his inventions.

His brother was asleep with a strange contraption in his hand.

Ty knew what the intruders were after, and he had a way to stop them.

But he was too late, by the time he reached his brother's room, a loud bang echoed through the house.

Ty, an inkling at the age of 18, woke up drenched in sweat. He looks around for his alarm clock.

"Why the heck is it 3:30 in the morning..." he mumbles to himself. "And why am I dreaming of that event. I want to forget about it, not remember it."

Ty gets himself out of bed and walks to his apartment's bathroom. He walks to the mirror to make sure his bright yellow hair doesn't look like a mess and to wash his face. 'I might as well get prepared for today. Besides, I needed to wake up early anyways' he thinks to himself while bundling his tentacles with a band.

Without warning, the lights turn off, startling him. He feels around for the light switch and fiddles with it. 'Dang, why can't we keep a solid state of power around here?' he thought to himself. Giving up, he decides to deal with it the only way he wants to. He starts focusing on his hair, straining every thought until he is able to see things as he walks the hallway to his kitchen.

"I need to start doing this more often when the power goes out." he says, chuckling. "It's not every day this ability is actually useful."

His "hair" is emitting light, glowing with the same color he was born with; yellow. 'As useful as this is, I need to be careful, my assistant would go crazy if she sees this' he thinks. Just then, the lights flickered back on. "Thank goodness, this wears me out fast" he said. He focuses on his hair again and it returns to normal.

"The power was only out for three minutes? What kind of bull shark crap is this?!" he shouts. "Why did I even choose this place to begin with..."

He looks around his apartment, trying to find an answer. The brick walls in the living room area were a nice shade of red, the couch was made with black leather, the matching recliner, the glass coffee table, his console systems all neatly spaced out on his TV stand, a hi-def 40" TV sits gloriously. The weapons rack, with it's odd selection of weapons; Inkbrush, Krak-on Splat Roller, Tentatek Splattershot, N-Zap '85, Kelp Splat Charger, and a Blaster, all clean and ready for use.

He looks at the dining area: Acrylic tabletop with yellow lines that resemble a circuit board, all 6 black chairs around the table, the ceiling lamp unaware of gravity's existence, the walls a nice shade of off-white. He then turns to the area he was currently in: white walls, oak cabinets, stainless steel fridge, metal dishwasher, metal oven and stove top, black granite counter top, his Tentatek coffee machine standing mighty, and the metal sink.

"Here I am talking to myself. Again. I don't even know why I am complaining anyways, I've got it better than most others." Ty says. He goes to his pantry to find something to fix for the morning meal. "darn, I forgot to get waffle mix yesterday. I guess I'll have to go to Ink-mart today..."

Ty sighs. It is now 4 am, coffee in hand, watching the news as he lets the caffeine kick in. Today was an important day for him, he and his lab were about to unlock the Octarian's hovering technology. They just got to the issue of powering it, and for that, they need a baby zapfish. This may seem out of the question, but they will need it in order to make sure they replicated it enough so that it works. After that, they can start on another source of power.

"I'll need to visit the cap'n after I address the team today. I called ahead, and he is as excited as we are about this, so we should be fine." Ty says, sipping his coffee. "If only my brother were around to see this..."

Finally, at around 5:30, the sun peaks from the top of the buildings of Inkopolis. The caffeine also just happens to kick in, making Ty all energetic for the day ahead of him.

Thanks for reading my story, even if it is incomplete. Splatoon and its characters belong to Nintendo.

First off, I would like to thank many of the other authors for inspiration. I had no Idea where to start this story, reading nearly all of these other fanfics helped me get going. Tips would be appreciated, as I would like to fix some of my writing to at least make it more "catchy".