Chapter 1: What is Going On!?
"Shit!"
I cursed as I saw the defeat screen. "Down by 10 again..." I watched the score drop to 30 again. "Still at Rank B-...man, that guy was really good with that Kelp Splatterscope." I returned to the Wii U Main Menu and checked the time; 9:00PM. "Eh...I reckon I have time." Nate went on Youtube for a while, before checking the time, which was now at 10:30.
"Guess I'd better head to bed." I groaned, flopping down onto said object.
And so I fell aslee-oh wait! Wait! Wait! I forgot, your supposed to put descriptions of yourself in with these things aren't you? Okay, sorry about that. My name is Owen Jerald, I'm a boy, I have dark brown hair aaaaand I think at this point that's all the info you need to know, no age you weirdoes.
Anyway, you didn't read this to hear me talk, so I'll get right to the point. Yes, I fell asleep, but I also woke up to a pitch black room,I was disoreintated, yet via routine I checked my clock to find it was 00:10. Realising this, I became confused as to why I woke up, until I heard something.
Knock, knock.
Knocking? Someone was knocking? Where? My bedroom door? No, it sounded echoey...my window? I'll just lean up and check...huh? Why was my Wii U Gamepad on?
I sat up and picked it up, only to see static on the screen...wait, static!? You don't get static on a Gamepad!
"Bleurghglghgh."...Uhh...what? "Urgbleugheleurghlgh."...Seriously, what was that? It sounded like a mix of bubbling and vochal noises.
"Glurebeughlgh." Now there was another one, only in a lower pitch...why the hell am I not panicking about this?
"Blurgh!" Was that...shock? Yeah, definitely shock. There was suddenly crashing and bashing sounds, and it seemed like there was a struggle going on...in my Gamepad.
"Beuroghligh!" New voice, this one sounded lighter then the others.
"Geburgh! Blurghacklghk!" There was suddenly a large commotion inside, there was the sound of firing and explosions.
Dear god, seriously what the hell is happeni-JESUS! My screen suddenly started spazzing out all purple! It looked like it was about to explode! "Buoghil!" Now the high voice is panicking! Does that mean I should be panicking!?
The screen suddenly went mad with green and purple flashes, I should throw this thing out the window! But before I could I felt a sharp and sudden stinging sensation in my head hich made me fall back, and I think I fell unconscious...yep, I fell unconscious.
Splatoon
...Ohhhh...what the hell?...There's a light...oh, it's the sun...morning already?...Hold on...what am I lying on? The ground. Okayyy...there are walls. Not my walls, but short walls. Wait! Go back to me lying on the ground! Why am I lying on the ground and not my bed!?
I scrambled to my feet and looked around, it looked like I was in some kind of park, it was pretty linear, a path in front of me with a turn and-why am I describing stuff in a place I SHOULDN'T EVEN BE IN!?
"Where am I!?" Okay, okay, I can still talk. "Just gotta keep talking, sound of own voice is very comforting..." Still internally panicking! Just noticed the sky, still there, still blue, good good.
"...Hello?" Who was I calling for? There was no-one here! "Is there anyone there?"...It was a plan, alright!?
Panicking needs to stop right now, right now I need to think...wait..."I get it! This is a lucid dream!" yes, see? Perfectly reasonable explanation, now to just- "Ouch!" Pinch myself...sssssstill here. "Ow." Second attempt proves fruitless...deeeeeep breaths.
"Okay...okay..." I assured myself. "I probably just need to wear myself out, then I'll wake up, yes, and I'm not gonna do that standing around here so..."
yes, I set off, step by step along the path, making a few detours to run up and down some of the slopes, although, I felt kinda weird doing so..."Hmmm...hey." I just realised I was wearing different clothes. basically cream shoes and a yellow shirt with black shorts, and was something around my head? It felt like there was, I'll just reach up and touch i-OH MY GOD WHAT WAS THAT!?
I touched something! Something...weird. Was there something in my hair!? I slowly, slowly, reached up to touch...whatever it was.
My fingers registered a touch and pulled away from the alien sensation, before slowly touching my own head again. Whatever it was, it felt weird, rubbery and a little bit sticky. Using my other hand I could distinguish that the...thing, was covering practically my whole head...there was something at the top of my head too, two...things sticking out the back, held together by...what was this, a band? Maybe they were like a plug or something to get this thing off. So I grabbed them and pulled as hard as I could.
"Yeowch!" I recoiled as a sharp pain shot through my head and I had to rub the rubbery thing to ease the pain...wait...I FELT that. That HURT me. This thing was a PART of me. I was contemplating resuming panicking.
I explored my own head, feeling some weird rings underneath the two things at the back...under the rubbery things...attached to my head...whilst i was wearing a yellow shirt and...cream...shoes...
"...No." This wasn't possible. "No way..." This WAS impossible. "This is..." Puddle, I needed a puddle, a mirror, any source of reflection!
"Reflection! I-I need to see my reflection!" I talked to myself in a panic, runnig off to try and find anything, but there was no pudsle, no mirror, no anything! "Crap! Please! I need SOMETHING!" I eventually managedf to find a way over the path by climbing over the wall and ran in whatever direction I found possible, stumbling blindly amongst greenery. In hindsight, my panic was not helping.
I eventually found my way out of the tiny forest and onto a...cobblepath? "What the...?" Momentarily forgetting my situation, I followed the path until I came to a train station. "Ah! Maybe someone is there!" I ran over only to find the area deserted, with nothing there instead of the station name...oh god...
"I...I...I-Inkopolis? Inkopolis Station!?" Firstly, how did I understand that!? It's just a bunch of weird shapes! BUT I STILL KNEW WHAT IT SAID! "Seriously!? No! This can't be! I-" I was interrupted as I looked to the left, where a convenient mirror was placed.
However, what stared back at me was not myself, oh nonononononono...what ACTUALLY stared back at me was a boy Inkling, black 'goggles' around the eyes and everything, with teal coloured tentacles and green eyes, copying exactly whatt I did.
I stared at the reflection for what felt like hours. All I told myself was don't move, otherwise it might copy what you do, and then you are going to flip out. I stood as rigid as possible, too fearful to prove my suspiscions, until I had no choice but to turn and face the mirror, with the Inkling inside copying my movements.
I just stared at...my...reflection...for a while, gently waving my arms, checking my sharp teeth, and kicking my legs.
Until, finally, it sunk in.
"I'M AN INKLING!" I screamed. "HOW!? WHY!? WHAT!? WHO!? WHERE!? This has to be a dream! OUCH!" I had actually bit down on my arm, bad idea with the sharp canines in my mouth. "It's not a dream, it's not a dream, it's not a dream..." I leaned on the wall to steady myself, only for my eye to catch something.
Inkoplois. The, actual, city, Inkopolis, was right in front of me! Tower, shops and all, including the Great Zapfish wrapped around the tower, and completely filled with Inklings.
My mind was trying and failing to process this, all this, and it was failing to come up with any logical explanation!
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" I yelled in frustration.
Hello to everybody reading this! In honour of one of my new favourite games, Splatoon, I am making this fic...when I'm going away next week...this was poor planning. But I just couldn't help myself! I have a good overall plot-wise what should happen in this story, but if you guys have any suggestions, feel free to say so!
Now, you read that preview correctly, this is a SYOC story! I'll only be accepting a few though, and please, be as detailed as possible whilst filling this out, I don't want 1 line for every bit a detail (except for the small stuff). Here's the form:
Name:
Gender:
Main Ink Colour:
Skin Colour:
Eye Colour:
Gear-
Headgear:
Clothing:
Shoes:
Personality: (Be as detailed as possible!)
Backstory: (Are they a regular Inkling, or a person from our world turned Inkling? If the former, what has their life been like before Inkopolis and Turf Wars? If the latter, how did they get transported to Splatoon, and di they have an interesting life beforehand?)
Favourite Weapon: (I'd better not get several Aerospray RG's and Krak-On Splat Rollers!)
Favourite Stage:
Playing Style: (Are they a full on attacker? Hang back to charge up a Special? Overuse their Subs? Be detailed!)
Level: (Be fair to the current position of your OC!)
Rank: (Again, be fair to the current position of your OC!)
Relationship: (Yes or no? If yes, preferences?)
Extra: (Anything I've missed? Anything that makes them stand out from other Inklings?)
As an example, here's Owen's:
Name: Owen Jerald
Gender: Male
Main Ink Colour: Teal
Skin Colour: Pale
Eye Colour: Green
Gear-
Headgear: Studio Headphones
Clothing: White Anchor Tee
Shoes: Crazy Arrows
Personality: Owen is normally a very calm and collected person, being able to sort out any problems among others and stay cool in a pressurised situation. However, when presented with a sudden or unexplainable problem, he can panic or try to find any possible answer, usually ending in failure. He can also be abit awkward when conversing with anyone he doesn't know or is unfamiliar with, and most of the time will try to avoid the conversation entirely. Whenever he is in the company of anyone he's comfortable with, he is very kind and caring, trying to help whenever possible.
Backstory: You just read it.
Favourite Weapon: N-Zap '89
Favourite Stage: Urchin Underpass
Playing Style: Owen focuses on covering as much ground as possible, usually avoiding fights to go off and cover enemy ink. When he is forced into confrontation, he tries to swim around and attack from the side or behind. he also resorts to an Inkstrike in dire situations.
Level: 1
Rank: C-
Relationship: You'll have to wait and see, but he is available.
Extra: None
Thank you to everyone for reading! And good luck to all the other Splatoon writers!