I know what you're thinking. "You barely started with your other Splatoon story, and now you're starting a new one?!" Well, I have a response. I don't give a damn.

You Splatoon players probably already know about the new update that's coming this summer. The peeps at Nintendo answered the people's prayers! Playable Octolings will come out this summer!

In response, my creative juices got flowing and this masterpiece (I believe it's a masterpiece) was born! Hope you enjoy.

Splatoon belongs to Nintendo.

I awoke on a cold hard floor. There was enough light to illuminate my surroundings. I got up and looked around. I was in some old, dilapidated subway station. The lights flickered as if they were on the verge of going out. How did I get here? Why am I here?

Wait, who am I?

He walked about the station. There was nothing there but garbage. Our friend surprisingly knew a lot, but strangely he didn't know anything about himself, not even his own name. All he had were his clothes which consisted of a leather shirt, leather shorts, and his boots, and his little smartphone, in which the contacts list was empty. His shirt was marked with "016".

Also, he knew he was an Octoling.

(A/N: For the sake of everyone's time, let's call him 'Sixteen')

Sixteen walked around. He found a broken mirror, a few of its shards littered the floor.

'Good thing I'm wearing boots.' Sixteen thought to himself. Despite the state the mirror was in, he was able to get a look at himself. His skin was very tan. His eyes were sea green. His eyes were surrounded by black circle marks. His ears were round. His pink hair resembled a buzz cut, with only a single octopus tentacle running down the middle.

"Damn, I am one handsome dude." He chuckled to himself. He looked around again.

'Is there a way out of here?' he thought to himself. Sure enough, there was one. At the other end of the station, there were a set of stairs going upwards.

The walls of the stairwell were lined with deteriorating posters and the floors were lined with garbage.

'What exactly was I doing down here?' Sixteen wondered as he continued up the stairs. When he reached the top of the stairwell, he could see light poking in at the end of a long corridor. He walked towards the light and hopped over a turnstile. He discovered that the way out was hindered by a metal gate.

"Great, just great. Maybe there's a…" Then it hit him. "Oh, wait…"

Sixteen then turned into his octopus form, being an Octoling, and squeezed through a small hole in the metal gate.

"Thank cod I'm an Octoling." Sixteen said as he turned back into his bipedal form. Before him were...more stairs.

'Great, just what I needed, more stairs!' Sixteen thought. However, he could see the light at the top and there weren't a lot of stairs to climb. He decided to just to bear with it. He climbed the stairs and got closer and closer to the light.

The light was so bright he had to shield his eyes as they adjusted to the lighting. Sixteen's jaw dropped at where he found himself. He was surrounded by large skyscrapers and lots of Inklings (Octolings' squid counterparts).

'Okay, now where am I?' Sixteen thought as he looked around. Suddenly, a pleasant aroma filled his nose. He followed the scent to a food truck that was serving burgers, pizza, and hot dogs. Sixteen could feel his stomach rumbling. He walked up to the truck.

"Uh, one hot dog." Sixteen told the Inkling cashier.

"500 coins, kid." Sixteen paled. He rummaged through his pockets but found nothing.

"No money?" The cashier asked. Sixteen embarrassingly nodded his head.

"Sorry, kid, no money, no food." Sixteen began to walk away.

"But…" The cashier started to say, making Sixteen stop. "I suppose I could turn a blind eye. Just this once." He held out a hotdog. Sixteen rushed over and snatched it out of the cashier's hand.

"Thanks!" he said as he devoured the hotdog.

"Next time, though, come back with money." The cashier said as Sixteen finished his hotdog.

"Okay. But, you know where I can get some money?" Sixteen asked.

"Well…" The cashier started. "You can either get a job or compete in Turf Wars."

"What's a Turf War?" Sixteen asked. The cashier widened his eyes in shock.

"You don't know what a Turf War is?! Could've sworn all kids knew what a Turf War was." The cashier muttered that last part to himself.

"Y'see, kid…" the cashier started. "A Turf War is-"

"Hey! Quit holding up the line!" A Jelly said behind them.

"Hurry the hell up!" Another Inkling said.

"Listen, kid, you'll have to go to Inkopolis Square if you want to know more. Just head down this street, and then make a right after 5 blocks. You'll hit the Square in no time. Speak to Judd." Sixteen nodded and sprinted away. The cashier went back to serving the customers. A thought popped into his head about the kid he just talked to.

'Was that kid an Octoling?'

And finished! A little short, but it's brilliant! The beginning sort of reminds me the first cutscene in Breath of the Wild. The hero wakes up in a mysterious, dark place, with no memory of how he got there or what he was doing before that.

Next time, Sixteen is going to Inkopolis Square. There, he's going to start Turf Warring and meet a certain musical duo.

That's all for now!

Review Please! (No flames, though).