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Throughout the city of Inkopolis, home of the Inklings, the citizens were tending to their normal daily routines. Most of them were playing Turf Wars or were getting ready to play, but some were also simply hanging out in the city. But what they didn't know was that they were all recently saved from the Octarian forces.
The reason no one knew about this, was because the Octarians were stopped before they even reached Inkopolis by one young Inkling, who was known simply as Agent 3. That boy had single-handedly taken down the Octarians, and had just finished his ultimate fight with DJ Octavio, the Octarian King. Returning to the hero base, he rendezvoused with the leader of his team, Cap'n Cuttlefish.
"You've done it, bucko!" said Cuttlefish excitingly, "I want to thank you for saving Inkopolis! Well...no one will really be thanking you but me..."
"It's cool," said Agent 3.
"Well, I'm glad you've got things under control. What are ya gonna do now, bucko?"
"I really don't know. I think I'm just going to continue with my normal life, you know?"
"Huh? But...what if they-"
"Cuttlefish, it'll be fine. They'll never come back after a defeat like that."
"..."
"Well, I'll be off now. It felt good saving the world." The young boy then used Cuttlefish's manhole to leave Octo Valley. Cuttlefish was more or less surprised by Agent 3's actions, as he didn't expect him to leave so quickly.
"Kids today," he said to himself, "They were never in a rush to leave like that back in my day. Well, I hope the bucko does well." He headed inside his shack when an Inkling of about 19 years old arrived via the manhole. He had cyan hair and was wearing a white shirt with blue jeans and black shoes.
"Smith!" Cuttlefish said in surprise, "Where have you been all this time? Didn't ya say you'd be back by last week?"
"I never said I'd be back last week," said Smith, "I said I'd TRY to be back by last week. I got occupied by some relics I found on the way back, that's all. What's been happenin' lately?"
"My trusty team just beat the Octarians, that's what!"
"Huh? You mean your granddaughters-"
"Oh no no no! I hired a third agent, and he smashed his way right through them all! That bucko was a tough one!"
"I see. But that doesn't mean they won't return one day."
"I was thinking the same thing. The bucko thought otherwise, but I'll stay here anyway and keep a lookout for any...fishy activity."
"Alright. I'm gonna go study some stuff with these relics I found."
"Okay, bucko!"
"Please don't call me that..."
2 Years Later
Entering the door to his new home, a 15-year-old Inkling boy and skilled turf war player, named Nathan, was wondering about what he would find in the city of Inkopolis. He had just recently moved to the city, arriving from another town some miles away. He knew a lot about the city, as he had been there once before for a special turf war training session when he had just turned 14.
He was still unpacking, as he had brought all of his possessions with him of course. He wasn't the only newcomer to Inkopolis though, a very good friend of his was also moving to Inkopolis, luckily it was the apartment right next Nathan's. It took him hours to unpack, but he managed to do it eventually.
When he was done with his work, Nathan heard his cell phone ring. It was his friend, the one who moved to Inkopolis with him. He picked it up.
"Hello?" said Nathan.
"Hey Nath," said the friend, "It's me, Diana."
"Yes, I know."
"So are you finished unpacking yet?"
"Yep, just finished! What about you?"
"Not even close, heh heh. I just started like...an hour ago."
"Ya want me to come over and help ya out?"
"Oh! Sure! That would be great!"
"Heh heh, I'm on my way over."
"Thank you!"
"No problem." Nathan hung up and headed over to Diana's place to help her finish unpacking. When he got there, he could barely open the door.
"Oh! Nathan!" said Diana as she moved a few boxes away from the door. "Sorry about that!"
"It's cool," said Nathan, "How much have you got done?"
"Not much..."
"When did you get here?"
"About an hour ago."
"Why didn't you call me then?"
"I thought you were busy!"
"I was, but I would've come over to help even so!"
"I like to hear that."
"Let's head to the plaza tomorrow morning, let's have a Turf War or two!"
"Sounds like a plan! But I'm warning you, if we're on opposing teams, you're gonna get your face splatted!"
"Ha! We'll see about that!" The two continued to work, talking about what would happen tomorrow. Meanwhile, four beings had watched Nathan enter the building from the top of another. Two of them were male, and the other two were female.
"Inklings," said a female, "Pathetic creatures."
"That blue kid," said a male, who appeared to be a leader of the gang, "I know him."
"What?"
"Remember the attack we did a year ago?"
"Oh...and how he escaped and the Champion took you down?" The male grabbed the female by the throat.
"Don't. Talk. About that!" He let go. "I want you three to make contact with that guy and his buddy tomorrow."
"Contact? As in...destroy?"
"Heh heh, of course that's what I mean. Hmm...Hey you, dude!" The other male turned his head towards the other male. "You're in charge of the attack."
"What about you? What are you gonna do?"
"I have other business to attend to. Our king will be greatly disappointed if I'm not back by dawn. My ship is almost finished, after all. And I still have to tend to Abigail." He then left, heading for something in the plaza and exiting the city.
"When should we do it?" asked one of the members.
"We attack them when they least expect it," said the male, "That's when we should do it."
"Maybe after a Turf War match?"
"Hmmm...Yes...Yes! I like that! That is what we will do, then. We'll ambush them, get them with their guard down! We'll be dining on squid soup tomorrow night! Ha ha ha!"
