Okay, just a note before starting this story off. "But you're WarriorsStoryteller! This is Splatoon and Danganronpa! What gives?" I like to make stories I come up with. I couldn't get this story out of my head for quite some time now, so I decided to write it down and progress.

"But you have 2 other stories to work on! Can't this one wait?" I'll try to make sure to work on all of them. Though it may be stressful to keep up with 2 stories, it won't be very long before another chapter for both of those books. For now, we're here for Splatanronpa.

Now that that is addressed, on with the chapter!

Agent 3 was on his usual patrol, as always. His job was always the same. Defend Inkopolis from the octarians. His mentor, Captain Cuttlefish, disappeared with the Octoling he defeated. What was his name again? He could've sworn it started with a K. He never really identified the someone that attacked him and the octoling, either. Sighing, Agent 3 decided to take a break and head for Inkopolis Square.

"Hey, Shuichi! What have you been up to?" A pink inkling said. This inkling was special to Agent 3. A very special friend who knew almost all of his secrets. She was always someone to rely on, but he was always forbidden to speak of his job to her.

"Nothing, really. Want to do some turf war, Kaede?" Agent 3 asked.

"Sure! Should we ask the others?" Kaede said.

"Maybe ask Rantaro and Himiko," Agent 3 suggested.

"Good idea! Himiko wanted to get a good splat today, believe it or not," Kaede replied. "I'll go fetch them!"

Agent 3 waited for Kaede to return. He always liked the feel of Inkopolis, whether it be the square or the plaza. He wandered over to the abandoned subway station and heard a noise. He knew he shouldn't, but he decided to listen closely to the unknown.

[TRANSITION TO OCTO EXPANSION COMPLETE]

The octoling woke up with a sharp pang in his head. He didn't remember anything except the tune of Calamari Inkantation and the agent that knocked him out. He remembered the lines of something he had heard long ago:

Pale summer moonlight on the seafloor.

An octopus, unaware that dawn will bring capture,

Rests within a trap, dreaming fleeting dreams…

He snapped his eyes open and freaked out as an elder squid confronted him.

"AHOY! OCTOLING!"

What's his issue? Can't he keep his voice down? He thought.

"Up and at 'em, ya lazy whiffle-whaffle!"

Now the octoling was really confused. What was he supposed to be up for?

"This fight ain't over! Prepare for a royal whoopin'!"

Was he in a fight or something with this squid? And how would this elder squid hurt him in any way?

"…But there's no honor in defeating an unarmed opponent…and you seem to have lost your weapon somewhere around here."

Okay, no doubt he was in a fight with someone. But he was still very confused about why this squid was looking down at him. Not to mention, he didn't remember having a weapon at all.

The squid looked around for a bit as the octoling sat up, confused. He didn't know where he was at all and didn't know what to do.

"And just where is…here…anyway?" The squid said, almost as if he were reading the octoling's mind. "The last thing I remember, you were battling my protégé, Agent 3, in Octo Valley…when both of you were suddenly attacked by someone."

Woah, okay. Apparently, the agent that had knocked him out was this squid's protégé. No wonder. The octoling decided it best not to speak until the squid shut his mouth.

"And somehow we got marooned here… So, uh…hows about we call a temporary truce while we find a way to escape?"

The octoling nodded his head in agreement. He didn't want to get beat a second time, so he just decided to go along with it.

"But where are my manners… I haven't even told you my name! I'm Cap'n Cuttlefish, leader of the legendary New Squidbeak Splatoon!"

Squidbeak Splatoon… for some reason, it rung a bell with the octoling, but he couldn't figure out why.

"And you are…?" The squid waited for him to introduce himself. The octoling didn't know how to respond. He didn't know his own name, and he didn't know why except for the fact that he had hit the ground hard.

"This is the part where you tell me your name." The octoling looked at the squid, confused, hoping that he would understand.

"By kracken… You lost your memory when you hit the ground?! Can't you remember anything about yourself? Anything at all?!"

Now that he thought about it, he remembered he had medium hair for a male octoling, and that he had purple eyes. Now that he thought about it, his hairstyle is probably more of a girl's hairstyle, but he didn't care. He also had very pale skin as well. He informed the squid that he knew full well of his appearance.

"Most interesting… I noticed that you were humming the Calamari Inkantation right before you came to…"

Yes, the song that was stuck in his brain for the majority of his slumber: The Calamari Inkantation. He didn't know how, and he didn't know why, but it had been engraved in his memory. It felt like it was supposed to be life-changing, but in a way he didn't know how to communicate.

"Could it be? Has this heavenly melody been etched into your very soul?!" The octoling knew that he couldn't possibly put it into words, so he simply nodded.

"I'll take your stunned nod as a YES! I've heard tell of Octarians whose souls were etched by those squidtastic grooves… But that was a year back, during Agent 3's fight with DJ Octavio."

DJ Octavio… He had to be the leader of the octoling race. But, yet again, it didn't ring a bell for the amnesiac octoling.

"Still… I can't shake the feeling that this is related somehow. In any case, sorry for siccing Agent 3 on you back there. Any fan of the Squid Sisters is a friend of mine! I mean that with all of my hearts."

Squid Sisters… They sang that Calamari Inkantation, the very song that ended up with both of them being stuck down here.

"Now dust yourself off and find your land legs. We need to get moving!"

Sighing heavily with sleepiness, the octoling stood up and stretched a bit. At least he knew how to walk, that was for sure.

"Let's find a way outta here!" The squid said excitedly. The octoling guessed that he didn't get much excitement in his lifetime, but he could be wrong.

Looking around, the octoling noticed a train station that was heavily marked off, with one stall exposed. Is this by coincidence, or was it planned all along? He entered the train that only had a board to serve as an entrance. By the looks of it, this was long abandoned. He made his way to the front, which was broken and served as an exit for him. He looked down and realized that there was ink here. He jumped into octopus form and swam through the ink. It felt nice to swim through ink again. He had no idea what he would be facing.