AN: I hold the right to change the rating as this story is worked on. Obviously, there's going to be spoilers about Splatoon story mode(s) and possibly Octo Expansion. If there's mistakes in the story, whether grammatical or spelling, please be kind and alert me. Also feel free to give me ideas as well. Thank you!
In a world dominated by two species that had evolved to a point of self awareness. Once close friends driven apart by a silver splat bomb called war. A war, referred to as the Great Turf War, caused by the rising waters that threatened to consume the limited lands they inhabited. One side prevailed due to their magnificent skills in combat, the Inklings, and the others left to die, the Octolings.
In today's modern day, the Inklings live in an era where Turf War had become a celebrated sport which could easily bring in riches and glory. A monthly Splatfest would occur and be announced by Callie and Marie. The fighters would pick a side and wage against the opposing side in hopes of recieving priceless Super Sea Snails. The Squid Sisters performed song after song to encourage their side of the fight.
One prized song that they'd sing in harmony is known as Calamari Inkantation. A song with unknown powers to somehow drive people into enlightenment. People who heard it once would have their lives changed and reformed. It was recommended to at least witness them preform the song once to have the magical effects take hold on your thoughts.
Despite the song's effects on the majority, there was minority. Those minority weren't necessarily touched by the song like many others were. It had brought out a surpressed loneliness. For some Inklings, they had originated from country backgrounds. A lack of money forcing a family to send at least one son and/or daughter into an unknown city in hopes of getting the money they desperately needed.
There was one girl, an Inkling named Giana, whom had fallen under this category. Many of her family members had given her the nickname Puffy. A result of how'd her cheeks would look if she was to get frustrated at her younger age. Although her cheeks no longer puffed in frustrations like they once did, the nickname had stuck onto her like sticky rice.
Her family had sent her to the city due to financial problems that was threatening to overwhelm her entire life.
"Please, Giana," Mother said in a pleading tone, "You have to go to the city. Me and your father are far too old to survive the trip. You're old enough and young enough to withstand the trip."
All she could do was nod. Despite her calm composition, her stomach had wrung itself to a point where she had felt near vomitting. She kept it down, however. As her mother needed her the most at this very moment.
If only she knew half of what she was getting herself into.