This is going to be my other Splatoon story. Splatoon: Misadventures is supposed to be the funny and delightful one while this one is supposed to be more realistic (It will have some humorous moments, don't worry).

Chapter One: A Rude Awakening

Darkness. This was the only thing Jacob could see as he began to wake up. 'What happened?' he thought as he began to slowly wake up.

Then pain. A sharp pain jutted through his head as he winced, hissing loudly at the feeling. He soon began to attempt to open his eyes. His eyes felt heavy for a while but soon they began to open. The first thing he saw was white. A blinding whiteness that had filled his previously dark sight.

He squinted a bit before his eyes adjusted to the sudden change of lighting. He was lying on his back on a rather uncomfortable concrete floor. He was staring up at a light fixture dangling from the grey ceiling. He soon regained control of his movement and began to try and sit up by putting his elbows on the ground and pushing himself up. He looked towards thr solid concrete wall that sat infront of his after he got up. He noticed his bag, a large black and blue backpack with many pockets, sitting against the wall. Jacon crawled over to it slowly before latching onto it and hoisting himself up and leaning back against the wall.

What he saw next was completely unexpected. He saw what appeared to be a humanoid octopus staring at him on the other side of a set of metal bars separating the octopus dude from Jacob.

"What the f*k.", Jacob said under his breath. He was so confused. Quite understandable. He was now just staring at the octopus on the otuer side of the bars. Upon further examination he appeared to be wearing some sort of armor whike holding a-a sq-A SQUIRT GUN!?! As soon as he saw this Jacob just chuckled a bit.

"Do you think that's dangerous mate?" he said, smirking at the octopus. The octopus just looked at him for a second, said some strange gibberish, and turned around looking towards what appeared to be a door with a small glass rectangle in the top-center.

'Guess I'm some sort of prisoner now' he thought. He looked towards his bag and unzipped the first and biggest pocket. He pulled out an Apple laptop, a black glasses case,a wireless hotspot, and a red flashdrive. He powered on the laptop, typed in his password, and inserted the flashdrive into the USB port. He pulled out a small black computer mouse and one of those wireless things that let you use a mouse for a laptop. He plugged the mouse sensor thing into the laptop as well and, after connecting the mouse, double-clicked on the white icon labled "Jacob's Flshdrv". Once the folder opened he double clicked on the folder titled "Audio Clips and Music".

In said folder, he clicked on a track titled "State Anthem of the Soviet Union (Instrumental)" and clicked play. (Those who either read my profile info or have read enough of my stories should know that I had to add a meme into there. I also think it is a genuinely awsome thing of music.). Music began to fill the cell. The sounds of the Defense Ministry's orchestra were heard throughout the room. The octpus dude standing guard had a puzzled look engraved on his face.

His look soon turned to that of a slightly angered man. He walked over to the bars a yelled loudly in his language, most likely asking him to stop it. Jacob just began humming to the tune. The octo guard guy just gave up and went next to the door facing the cell. His face gave a bit of his curiosity away to the human in the cell. However this soon melted away.

Meanwhile

Andorra woke up with a slight groan. Her eyes slowly rose up exposing her dark blue eyes to the light of the small guard dorm room she lived in due to her time as part of the Octarian Army. She was stationed near a prison station recently and was going to be given a post sometime that day. She eventually forced herself to get up, as her peers would most likely try and bang on her door like there was no tomorrow to get her up. After she got up, she showered and donned her Army uniform.

After receiving orders to go to the Commander of the station to recieve her post at the station she was headed towards the Commander's Office. She had heard of the station commander before, Captain Mac Flanders. Flanders was a tough and hardened leader, quickly rising through the ranks of the Army. His Grandfather had fought in the Great Turf War, and his Father had served in the Army during the Reconstruction Period.

Saying she was nervous was an understatement. On the outside, Andorra looked as if she was just bored, but on the inside she was freaking out.

She would have to put this behind her however because she was now entering the Office.

"Station Guard Andorra Vellaro reporting sir." she said in a professional-sounding tone.

"Welcome, Station Guard Vellaro. For what reason are you here?" replied Flanders in a cold voice.

"I was told to come here to recieve my post, sir."

"Very well. You will be guarding Cell 37B. It is holding a very important subject. You will be keeping watch over it now. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Alrighty, to your post."

Andorra didn't waste another second in getting out of there. She rushed to her post, Octoshot in hand.

Back to our boi Jacob.

Jacob was currently sleeping on the floor, using his backpack as a makeshift pillow. He was wearing a dark blue and dark grey hoodie, a dark grey scarf, and various armbands. The hoodie was currently being used like a wearable blanket. He was also wearing a camo baseball cap with a golden "P" on it. The same octo guy that had been guarding him for hours appeared to be getting restless.

Jacob had his laptop sitting in front of him as he slept, the laptop being powered down.

He began to wake up again. However, this time it was painless. He slowly sat up as he took in his surroundings. He then heard footsteps. He swftly looked towards the bars of the cell as the octopus guy opened the door on the opposite side of the bars as Jacob, and walked out. However a new octo person entered the room. And Jacob was now more confused than ever.

Hey guys! Hope you enjoy the story.