Anger.

Fighting and anger.

That's why he was created.

To fight was to be angry and to be angry was to fight.

General Octavio looked at himself in a window. He was manufactured to be a perfect warrior, just like all other Octarians in the force. Some brainless and weak, others strong and hard. The Octoling turned his face away from the window. He was the best of them all. Intelligent, strong, obedient and seemingly incapable of any emotion other than anger, Octavio had climbed the ranks very quickly, at the young age of seventeen.

Stepping over to a vanity, Octavio lifted up his helmet, placing it upon his head. He admired his reflection. This helmet showed his status, letting every other living thing that laid it's eyes on him realize his strength. He blinked. In the mirror was General Octavio, appointed by the emperor himself.

General Octavio was strong. He was brave. He was smart.

He turned away from the mirror, feeling magentatears slip out of his eyes.

The real Octavio was not any of that. Octavio was emotional, naive, and terrified.

In a short amount of time, General Octavio would soon be on the battlefield, commanding his people. Commanding them in a war he wanted absolutely no part in. A war that they had no part in.

They would soon fight the Inklings.

Octavio had found it hard to comprehend, at first. Of course, the tides were rising. Of course, the Octarians would lose most of if not all of their land. However, since the dawn of the new age, Octarians and Inklings had been friends. Surely there had to be some other way. There had to be. Many Octolings already had assimilated into the culture of Inklings, following their ideals and living in the large cities that the Inkling's land hosted. Why now, did they have to fight? Why now couldn't they sort everything out in a peaceful way?

Octavio struggled to hold a sob back, collapsing into a wooden chair. He cried and he cried, still unable to comprehend what he would soon be doing. For Octavio wasn't heartless. He would be killing innocent people. There was no respawning in a war.

"Why now?" He sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut.

Not many knew, for it was a rare fact.

Deep down, in the memories of General Octavio, there lay a secret.

A secret so dark, so taboo, that now, he would be deranked, even jailed, even executed. General Octavio the tough, the brave, the clever;

Had fallen in love with an Inkling.


Holy gee was this hard to write! With so little lore about the past and the Octarians in general, a ton ofthis was basically just pulled outof my ass haha

Idk why there are no cuttletavio fics it's a really good (yetextremelyunderrated)ship so...

Anyway this is my first Splatoon fic, so I really tried hard to prove myself! Hopefully I did something good lol