It was your average, sunny, summer day in the city of Inkopolis. Turf wars were raging as usual, which was always an amusing spectacle. Music was playing in the main plaza, which was also one of the most popular places to be due to the local celebrities, the famous "Squid sisters". Indeed, it was an exciting place to be, it was almost never empty. Among the shopping, chatter and music, a lone inkling (That's the people of this world, by the way,) walked out of the arena. He had lost yet another match, an unfortunate losing streak of five today. He looked around to see if anyone was watching. He ran over to the left (Remember that that's relative to where he's standing) and went down a nearby pipeline undetected by the people around. Unknown to everyone around him, despite all the losing, he was none other than agent 3. However, this underdog is not the hero of this story, however he will be returning later. Our hero is back on the surface, somehow even lower that the agent. Now before you can understand our "hero's" conundrum, you should know how inklings work. This post-post-apocalyptic utopia's economy (At least the city.) works on a system of "freshness". The more fresh you are, the better things you can get, and some places even give a discount. Now, that's where our problem, and story, begins. Enter North, a 16 year old squid from the outside of the suburbs in the woods, far from the big city. He was always interested with the city, and the squid sisters, as most people were. His interests started from all the fun and exciting stories about turf wars, festivals called "splatfest", and the like. Upon turning sixteen, he was allowed to go to the city. And so, our story begins…
(This is not only my first fanfic, but also my first time writing anything like this! Feel free to leave a comment! I'd appreciate it! A fair warning, though; this story will likely take a darker turn, so expect the rating to go up.)