You may not know me, but I'm PotatoBug! You are reading my first ever fanfiction posted on this site! Thanks for taking the time to read it! If you have any plusses of deltas for this fanfiction, please tell me! I love getting feedback! This is planned to have 20 or more chapters, so please stay tuned during weekends for new chapters! I Iron-Thumb Promise you that! Enjoy, please!

-Chap. 1) The Beg"Ink"ing

-In the year 3260-

"Hey Inklings!" A squeaky girl voice announced. "I'm Callie!" A girl with black hair, fair skin, and gold eyes introduced. "I'm her sister, Marie!" The girl looked similar to her sister, with light-grey hair, gold eyes, and fair skin. "Hold on to your tentacles… because it's Inkopolis News Time!" They yelled in unison. "Lets look into regular Turf War battle stages, shall we Callie?" Marie asked. "Right on Marie!" Callie replied. A picture of a mall, labeled "Arowana Mall," showed up behind the two girls. "WOW! Those shoes are totes adorbs!" Callie chimed. "Take note: Never go window shopping during battle." Marie slapped her face in embarrassment. Another picture of a map, called "Moray Towers," appeared. "Rollers are super effective here!" Callie informed. Marie began to sing. "Chargers are the very best! Like no gun ever was!" The screen faded into a new scene, with the sisters. "Until next time…" Callie concluded. The girls prepared their signature pose. "Stay fresh!" They showed the back of their hands, looking like a squid's tentacles.

Everyone turned away from the screen, running toward a tall green tower. A tiny jingle is heard. Everyone turns back to the television screen. "Hold on to your-" Callie began. "There's no time for that!" Marie snapped. "We came back because we forgot to tell you that we have some new Inklings coming into Inkopolis today!" Marie continued. "Yayers!" Callie cheered. "Until next-" The screen turns off, cutting Callie's line short. "Trevor! I wasn't finished!" Callie scolded. The camera man, Trevor, shivered away, turning into a squid and swimming upstairs, scared for his life. "You take too long anyway!" Marie complained. "You're just really boring!" Callie blurted. "Oh really?" Marie does a devilish grin. " Is THIS boring? Callie?" The girl jumped on top of Callie, pulling her tentacle-hair. Callie fights back and threatens to punch her. Trevor is back at the camera. "You know I put you guys back on the air, right?" He asked. The Marie looked at the camera, blushing in embarrassment. "Nah, they need a little excitement." Callie protested, and went back to tumbling her sister. "Ok…" Trevor whispered, confused.

A girl with orange tentacle hair looks out a window. "Wow! It's more beautiful than I imagined!" She pressed her cheek against the window glaring down at the buildings below her. Her transportation was a subway, but instead of it being underground, it rode in thin air. The girl got into her bag, and pulled out a box. She read the note: "Dear Squirt, happy 14th Birthday! I love you! Be safe in Inkopolis! -Mom and Dad." She smiled, baring her sharp canines. She shredded the present's wrapping and opened the box. "Dad's old Splatter Shot Jr.!" She whispered in awe. She hugged the gun tight. Her first gun. Perfect for turf war battles. Since she wasn't going to be arriving to Inkopolis anytime soon, she thought that she might as well see what this city is all about.

She took out a pamphlet, and began to read in her head. "Inkopolis, home of the great Zap-Fish, the source of power that lights the whole city! Need some intel? Look into the famous Squid Sisters' news program, where you can hear the latest jams, and the, well, news! Looking for fresh new gear? Pop into the Booyah Base, and get new headgear at Cooler Heads! Or, for shirts, Jelly Fresh! Shoes? Shrimp Kicks! The most important gear you're ever going to need, is a weapon for splatting your foes at Turf War! See Sheldon at Ammo Knights for rollers, chargers, and guns! Please check into the Angelfish Apartments to get your very own home in Inkopolis! Need the detes for Turf Wars? Go into the Battle Dojo for tips! (This is a recommendation!) Thank you for taking part in the Inkopolis pamphlet tour! Have a lot of fun!" The pamphlet reached it's end. "Seems small. I bet there's a lot to do though!" Squirt thought. The subway train made a stop. "Inklings goin' to Inkopolis, here's your stop." The driver said. Squirt jumped off her seat, pushing everyone out of the way. She felt the warm sunshine touch her fair skin. "Aww ya! A squid could get used to this place!" She sighed. She reached into her bag and got out the pamphlet. "Inkopolis tower…" She looked up. A green tower, that seemed to be guarded by a big fish, otherwise known as the Great Zap-fish. "The turf wars oughtta be here!" She looked down. She saw a few Inklings lined up. "That must be it."

She walked over to the line, and accidently passed a few people. "Hey! No cutting in line!" An Inkling barked. "Huh? Oops! Didn't see you!" He just gave her a mean look. She wanted to shrink down. She had only been here five minutes, and people already seemed to hate her. This is not at all what she expected. "Hey! Look! The Elite 10!" Everyone turned their attention to the 10 inklings that walked by. "Please, you can get in front! I insist!" The boy who yelled at Squirt allowed. "Hey!" Squirt yelled. "That's not-" Everyone seemed to ignore her. "-Fair." She finished. One of the 10 inklings took a short glance at the newbie, and gave a worried face. He continued walking, catching up to his team. Squirt wanted to know more. "Hey, excuse me, but, who are the Elite 10?" She asked an Inkling girl. "Don't you know? They are the top ten Turf War players in Inkopolis!" She explained. "That gives them the right to cut?" The girl was already turned around, jumping just to get a look at the group. "Hey! Aren't you gonna answer me? Hello?" Squirt got pushed by a few inklings who wanted to see. Squirt was furious! Didn't they know that she was new? "Ugh!" She groaned, trying to get back on her feet. She saw the group get their colored ink on for the Turf Wars.

After a few minutes of waiting, she finally got into the color-changer machine. She was team green, against team purple. The team purple looked pretty tough, some had these cool brush-weapons-thingies, and some had these really fresh charger weapons. Squirt was having second thoughts. She looked at the other team again. Two of the members were part of the Elite 10! Squirt was positive she was going to pee herself. Likely make a number 2. She looked at her team. One member was picking his nose, and the other scratching his butt. "We're so doomed." She groaned. The fourth member got in. She recognized him right away. It was a member of the Elite 10. "Ya. Only one. They have two." She slapped her face. "Do you realize who I am?" A boy's voice asked. She looked back. Was it the kid who was scratching his butt? Nah. Too distracted to care. Nose picker? Too busy digging for gold. It must've been the fourth guy. She looked face to face at him. "I'm, like, the third greatest player." He said. Her eyes went wide. "Those guys are numbers nine and seven. They're ok." He pointed at the two opposite players. "Oh." She looked back at him. "You aren't a… big-shot are you? Like, do you work well with other players?"

She expected some snobby brat who wants all the glory for himself, and claims he could've done it with his eyes closed. Or if he loses, he'll blame all the other members, or worse, bully us for all eternity just for screwing up one round! That gave Squirt goosebumps thinking about it. "Nah. I actually depend on everyone else. I pass bombs around to other players. If they are stuck or surrounded, I can help out. Why?" He said. "Well, ya know. Some people who think they are the best like to be a bunch of meanie-poo-poo-heads. It happened a lot back in Elementary School." He chuckled. "The only 'meanie-poo-poo-head' around here is number one. She's the boss, because she thinks she's...well….ya…" He stopped. "Oh." The boy got his charger ready for battle. He looked over at Squirts gun. "Cool gun, by the way." He complimented. "Oh, ya. Thanks." She looked at her gun, then ahead. The kids who like to explore the world under their clothes didn't even have a gun out, which was no surprise at all considering how much they liked to scratch and sniff everything they touch, and things no one else would dare to touch. A white cat with black blotches came out in front of a stage. "Mrowrow! Meow meow wow!" There was an inkling translating his language. "Since we have a newbie here, I'll explain the rules." the cat did several meows, and the Inkling translated every syllable. "A turf war is a 4-by-4 battle, and you have to cover this entire map, which is Arowana Mall, with their colored ink. Whichever team covers the most territory, wins. You are allowed to splat each other, hide in the ink, etc." He stopped. The cat giggled. "Mrowr wow wow meow mew meow!" the inkling giggled too. "For those of you that like to wait at a certain spots, which is camping, you bunch of lazy bones aren't aloud to do it. It's cheating, and it's not team cooperation." "Meow?" "Any questions must be asked after, we are burning daylight. Ok?" The other inklings nodded. Simple enough. Squirt thought to herself. "Mrowr!" "By the way, I'm Judd, the judge of turf war battles." "Meow...Mewrowr...MEOW!" Everyone knew what that meant, and was already making progress. Some of the opposing team was already halfway through the map, and Squirt's team was still covering the base.

"This isn't working…" Squirt was complaining. "What do we do?" She looked back at the stooges at the base. "Hey! Get your butt on the field! Please?" She tried to be polite about it. Then again, if you were in a situation like this, you would be screaming at them for being idiots. Don't you say you wouldn't, because you know that you would. They fumbled around and ended up bumping into each other and passing out. She slapped her face. "NOW we're doomed!" The boy looked over and rolled his eyes. "Less talking…" He splatted a player. "More splatting!" He finished. She nodded and splatted an ink path. For two people, her team was really picking up the pace. Her team from an angle looked like they were winning, but it looked like a close tie. Squirt and the kid were splatting so much, they didn't notice the opposing team following them. They find themselves surrounded. "uh oh…" "It's ok, we can work with this. I hope…" he doubted. Suddenly, a girl in green with a puff hat came in with a charger and splatted all four members. "Huh?" Squirt asked. "I'm substituting for...ahem… them…" She points over to the two kids who were still laying on the floor. "Thanks for the save number five!" He gave her a high-five. She turned to Squirt and raised her hand. "C'mon, don't leave me hangin'!" Squirt jumped up and high fived her. "We have thirty seconds! Let's make the most of it!" The boy announced. They made a huge difference, and the entire map had a very close tie, mainly because Squirt made an oopsy with her special weapon, the kraken squid.

The horns rang, signaling that the results were in. Judd the cat held two flags. One green, one purple. Sadly, he raised the purple team's flag. Squirt's team lost. She was expecting some insulting words to come out of the two team mates, but instead, they were smiling. "That was pretty close." Number five nodded. "Better luck next time. This isn't the first time we lost. But, whaddya gonna do? Huh?" Number five shrugged off. "Really? You guys aren't mad?" Squirt asked, remembering that mistake that was made at the end. "You're new aren't you?" The boy asked. "Ya." "Then why give you a hard time?" The three said their goodbyes and Squirt set off to the Angelfish Apartments to check out a room.

"Hello?" She asked the lady at the front desk. "I'd like to check out a room please?" She requested. The older woman examined Squirt. "Sorry squiddo, but you're not fresh enough. Come back when you're NOT wearing a headband, hmm?" Squirt fiddled with her headband, she wasn't really high in money in her family, so all they could afford was what she wore. A corn-on-the-cob yellow shirt, some plain white shoes and a light-grey headband. "Go buy some REAL clothes." She insults. Squirt walks away, and the lady at the desk has a slight smirk on her face. Squirt exits and gets out her pamphlet. "Need fresh new gear? Pop into Booyah Base!" She read. She looked up. There was a tiny section called "Booyah Base," connected by four stores, Ammo Knights, Cooler Heads, Jelly Fresh, and Shrimp Kicks. She decided to check out Cooler Heads first, because the first thing she wanted to do is get rid of the headband.

Squirt slowly walked in, a bit nervous. "Oh, c'mon in…" A small voice said. "GET YER BUTT IN HERE!" A louder voice yelled. "GIMME YER CASH!" She shook. She walked in. A small girl with strange anemone hair stood there, with a little clown fish swimming around. "Don't mind him…. I'm Annie…." Her voice got softer and softer. 'I"M MOE! WE DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE! HA HA!" Moe the clown fish gawked. "Now Moe… that's not true…" She paused. "We welcome you to Cooler Heads, the head...gear...shop…" She stopped and looked at Squirt. "I'm sorry… you don't seem to be fresh enough….But I can get you these, even if they are not as, ahem, cool…" Her pudgy hands held a pair of headphones. "These are great! Thank you!" Squirt put on the headphones. "NOW GET LOST LOSER!" Moe yelled. Squirt walked out. "What a weirdo." She said, referring to the clown fish. She read the next sign. "Shrimp Kicks." She shrugged and walked in. "Hey there squiddo! Crusty Sean is the name!" A tiger prawn introduced immediately. "Oh, uh, hey!" Squirt stuttered. Crusty Sean's smile faded away. "Dude, your not, like, fresh enough! What are you doing in my shop! Get outta here!" He pushed her out the door, but a pair of pink shoes fell off of him. She picked them up. "Hey! Cool!" She slips them on. Just a shirt! She walks in to Jelly Fresh. "I'm Jelonzo! Like, The Jelonzo! I welcome you to the store of the freshness!" Jelonzo the jellyfish stopped. "Wait, sorry, the eyes need the fixing! But, there ain't a single spot of the freshness on you! Sorry, but your gonna have to leave." As Squirt left, she slipped the closest shirt she could find. A white t-shirt. It was late, and she had no time to check out Ammo Knights, so she decided to see it in the morning. In the meantime, she had to find a place to crash. (I said crash.)"That bench...looks comfy…" She walked toward the bench that sat near the garage door. The boy found Squirt laying on the bench. "Hey! Didn't expect you to be here." She looked up. "Oh, well, all the store owners hate my guts. I don't know where else to go." She sighed. "Maybe… you can stay at my house for the night? I sure don't mind." He suggested. "Really? That's awesome! Thanks!" She got up, and followed him into his house. "My name's Ink, by the way." He said. "Call me Squirt. It's great to meet you."

Meanwhile, an old man is seen running away. "Come back here gramps! We aren't finished yet!" Someone cackled. The comment was followed with a few more laughs. Suddenly, gurgling is heard. "Hey!" a female voice caught the chaser's attention. "You leave our granpappy alone you octo-jerk!" Two girls, one in pink, one in green, held up an Ink Zooka. The chaser, who had pink skin, red tentacle hair, and metallic goggles turned around and laughed. "Agents 1 and 2! I was wondering when you'll show up! Nice gun! Very… green!" She said. "Flattery don't charge these batteries! Hand 'im over! Or you're gonna get splatted for, like, realsies!" They charged up the Ink Zooka. "For realsies! Oh, I'm so scared! Fine, I'll let him go. We sent in a secret agent, so something terrible is gonna happen to your precious Inkopolis! So, ha!" She bragged. "Remember girlies, this is only the beginning!" She turned into her octopus form and swam away. "Cuttlefish, are you ok?" The girl in green, or agent 2, rushed over to the old man. "Sorry we weren't very fast! We have a life outside of crime fighting ya know!" The girl in pink, agent 1, said. "We can't do this alone!" The old man got up. "Don't worry grandsquids! I already have my sights on someone! You'll have an agent 3 in no time!" He promised. "Thanks grandpa!" The girls said in unison as they hugged their grandpa. Maybe this one'll listen to me… He thought.