Chapter 1

"You know, it's kinda messed up."

"Ok." Flynn said.

"Wow, really? Aren't you gonna ask me what the subject is that is messed up." Serena snapped back.

"I would but because you felt as though I needed to respond back by asking 'why' instead of just telling me what's wrong in the first place," Flynn gasped for a breath of air after his short explanation, "I decided not to." The confused look on Serena's face was cut short as a vibrate from her Squidphone occurred.

The message read, We're here. Go 2 the car park.

"Who was that?" Flynn asked, curious.

"Jealous?" Serena smugly replied. After the witty comment she started walking towards the car park leaving Flynn utterly wordless and taken aback.

"Wha- I- No?!" Flynn shouted. He followed Serena, his luggage trailing behind. When they emerged out of the café, they squinted as the sun rose shining parallel to their entrance painting a post-turf-war look on the sky. As they made their way over to the car park, one of the four cars in the entire car park was instantly recognised by Flynn. As they got in and buckled their seat belts, they were greeted with a friendly woomy from Ray and Shelby.

"Okay, why?" Flynn asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"What was that Flynn?" Ray asked, going up 11 mph.

A smug smile spread across Serena's face, "It's messed up because, us as a species, base our most popular sport on a Great War that millions suffered because of. It's like an alien species going through a world war and years after, making games based off of it!"

"Wait what's this?" Shelby asked.

"Just a conversation we had a few hours ago." Flynn answered. A few minutes passed and the car slowly stopped to a halt.

"Heerrre we go." Ray said, putting the car on brake.

"Woah." Serena and Flynn said in unison as they looked up in awe. Ray and Shelby smirked as they reach for the Inklings' luggage. The Inklings gawk at a massive building that dwarfs Flounder Heights.

"Wait 'till you see the top!" Ray exclaimed. They entered the massive doors and made their way to the fancy lobby. A Door-ling verified the authenticity of Shelby's card and gave her a small nod. Like a small paralarvae, Flynn raced to the elevator and shouts which number to Shelby.

"34-R." Shelby smiled. Flynn was completely in awe as back home, the highest flat room was 8-C. Flynn pressed the 34th button after Shelby was the last to enter the elevator. The laminated toffee brown doors were about to fully shut until a hand interrupts its final shut.

"Sorry!" Serena said apologetically.

"It's fine," A cyan Inkling, perhaps the same age as Flynn but a bit taller. He wore a Firewave Tee, Yellow FishFry Sandals and 18k Aviators.

"Hitting the pool again?" Ray asked

"You know we inklings don't swim. I'm just gonna be hitting the side of the pool," The inkling smirked. "Woah, hey. I haven't seen you two around." He gestures towards Flynn and Serena. After being introduced to Crash, the four left him on storey number 34.

"Well this is it," Ray said. The flat had a white bathroom, 3 bedrooms, two of which were plastered with Off The Hook merch and a small kitchen and living room. "Why don't 'cha get some rest and tommorow, maybe we'll go turf warrin'. How dooesss... uhh.." Ray looked at his Squidphone (Which, like the rooms was also a tribute to Off The Hook.) "... How 'bout 2:45" He smiled.

"Yeah that works for me." They both replied. Flynn looked out the window. He saw the massive towers circling the New Albacore Hotel. He knew this is gonna be one Shell of an adventure.