Summary: Inkling Boy's dreams are haunted by the day he learned he would be in the new Super Smash Brothers. The giant flaming ring logo of the game burns bright in his nightmares and causes him to ink the bed nearly every night.

Notice: The scene referred to in this story is from the Inkling Reveal of Super Smash Brothers: Ultimate. I tried to describe it but you may want to find it on Youtube.

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The Inkling Boy was running, grin on his face and shooter in his hands. His opponent, Inkling Girl, threw a splat bomb at him. He hardly hesitated as he converted to his squid form and dove into the blue ink. The two ran in circles, the blue Inkling Boy and orange Inkling Girl trading shots in their friendly battle.

Suddenly everything went black. Inkling Boy saw his friend stop running and stare into the horizon. He followed her gaze and saw it: a colossus flaming ring with crosshairs in its center. Below it stood some of the fiercest beasts Inkling Boy could imagine: dragons, magical warriors, great apes, Gods, and more. He could do nothing but stare into the flame, letting it imprint itself on his eyeballs. He was paralyzed in fear, eclipsed by the flame.

Inkling Boy shot up straight in his bed, his body dripping with sweat. He was breathing heavily and shivering softly. 'Just that dream again,' he thought to himself, getting his bearings. He looked around the dark hotel room and saw his friend, Inkling Girl, still fast asleep in the next bed over.

He gently lifted his covers up to do a check and slid his sleep shorts down a little. It was dark but he could still make out the blue tint coming from his diaper. He sighed, 'Damnit, inked my bed again," he thought. He moved a hand down to feel the damage. His cloth-backed disposable diaper was still warm and it had swollen considerably. Inkling Boy wiggled his butt a little to see if he still even needed to pee. Nope, the dream scared all the ink right out of him.

This had been a nightly occurrence ever since the scene played out on that fateful day when Nintendo drafted them for Super Smash Brothers: Ultimate. Him and Inkling Girl skrimaging, not a care in the world then suddenly -BAM- he's being confronted by some of the strongest beings in the universe. And that giant, flaming ring. It burned bright in his eyes, torching any thought of safety he'd had in his mind.

He recalled staring at that ring for what must have only been seconds but felt like hours. He only snapped out of it when Inkling Girl stepped directly in front of him, blocking his vision. "Hey, you alright?" she asked.

"Y-yeah!" he said, trying to put on a tough face and pretend he wasn't afraid. "I'm just excited we finally get to be in Smash Bros!"

He remembered Inkling Girl laughing and pointing down at his shorts. "You look excited!" she said, doubling up from laughter.

He looked down and saw his dark shorts were wet in the front and blue ink had stained his thighs and flowed down into his shoes, which were now standing in a sizeable blue puddle.

He put his arms over his crotch, trying to cover up as much of the wet spot as he could. He hadn't even noticed he was inking himself at the time.

Since then nearly every night was the same dream: the skrimage, the fire, the fighters, the wet bed. For the first few months he had resorted to washing his sheets each night but the blue ink had left a permanent stain in them. He was forced to result to diapers.

Now in his dark hotel room he was forced to confront his second worst fear: he wasn't going to stop inking the bed before the game began. Tomorrow he and Inkling Girl would leave the hotel and take a car to the Smash Brothers estate, where he will have to share a room with other competitors he'd never met before.

But for now he was faced with a wet diaper and a decision: should he change into a fresh diaper and risk waking Inkling Girl or should he just go back to sleep, damp? Inkling Boy laid his head back onto his pillow. The two of them were gonna have a long day tomorrow, he needed sleep more than he needed to be dry.