This story is a continuation of my first one: The Path of A Hero is a Lonely One. You know the drill.
D.J. Octavio flew out of the grate into Octo Valley. He landed face-first on the ground, and laid there. "Another humiliating defeat..." He said to himself. "This is a new low for the Octarians." He picked himself up, and began sliding towards Cephalon H.Q.
Back at H.Q...
An Octoling elite walked up to Octavio. "Master." She said. "What happened?" Octavio groaned. "REALLY don't wanna talk about it." He said. In just 2 days, he bombed his concert, (and the entire audience) helped the Inklings, and accidentally unleashed a dictator upon the world. Thankfully, he's being contained... Somewhere, and left no influence on his forces. "Hope that doesn't come back to bite me." he thought.
Octavio went inside a recording booth to blow off some steam. "Where did it all go wrong?" He asked himself. "How did this whole mess begin?"
Suddenly, he remembered.