Author's notes: This story will mostly be told from the main character's point of view.
Disclaimer: I do not own Splatoon in any way, shape, or form. Only the OCs in this story are mine.
Chapter 1: Enter Saero
Saero's view
The noises of a moving train could be heard as I watched out the window, seeing the moving landscape as I wait to arrive at my destination. In my reflection, I see my red tentacle-like hair, which wasn't only an unusual color, but abnormally long for someone my age. Like most Inkling males, it was in a ponytail, but unlike them, it was tied closer to my neck. I was wearing a Black Anchor Tee, along with a pair of Black Trainers. On my back was my SR Squiffer, a customized Squiffer that I made myself. It was actually a Classic Squiffer that I modified, changing both the Sub and Special weapons. As I moved my eyes to look behind me, I could tell that the other Inklings had taken interest in me. I couldn't blame them, but at the same time I didn't want the attention.
"Attention passengers.", the driver said over the speakers, "We will be arriving at Inkopolis soon." 'Finally', I thought, 'It's about time.' Inkopolis was well known for being the most popular place for Turf War players to gather and play together. But Turf Wars weren't why I was heading there. Rather, I was called there to help with Weapon Development. Strange as it sounds, I was too good at making and modifying weapons for my age, and as a result I have been able to land jobs with the chain company, the "Ammo Knights", creating new weapons for Turf Wars. I, myself, have never been interested in Turf Wars.
As the train stopped, I stood up and got off. Looking around, Inkopolis was exactly like I pictured it. Large, and the streets were filled with Turf War players. It was tough to squeeze through, but I eventually made it to Ammo Knight. "Sheldon!", I called out as I entered the store, "Where are you?!" "Ah, hello there!", Sheldon appeared as he turned the corner, "Welcome to Ammo Knights. Are you new here?" "You could say that.", I said, "My name is Saero." "Oh, Saero Yatama.", Sheldon replied, "You're the child prodigy for Weapon Development. I was told you'd be coming. Follow me."
Sheldon led me to the back room, which was full of materials and machines used to create weapons. "This will be your work station while you're here.", Sheldon said, "I'm interested in seeing what weapons you'll develop." "Right.", I said back. I then walked over to a table and spread out a piece of paper in front of me and beginning to draw out blueprints for another weapon design. "I'll leave you to your work, then.", Sheldon said before closing the door behind him.
I worked until nightfall, and managed to get a couple new weapons made. One was a roller that looked similar to a Kelp Splat Charger, but had a blue and orange design instead of green. It's sub-weapon was a Mini Splat Bomb, something I made myself, and it used a Bubbler, something that was rare among Charger weapons, but not unheard of. Another was a Squelcher that was silverish-white in design, and used Squid Beacons and an Echolocator. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I finally called it a day. After getting my daily pay from Sheldon, I went to a nearby hotel and rented out a room. 'This is pretty good.', I thought to myself, 'There's no way anything could go wrong.'
*To be continued*