DISCLAIMER:
Splatoon © Nintendo
My Original Characters and Story © TheSwimmingSquid
After a long journey, the bus finally arrived to Inkopolis, the city of the Inklings and other curious creatures.
Several Inklings come out from the bus, and one of them brings out a heavy casual bag colored red. He doesn't seem very happy as he looks around a plaza full of Inklings of his age.
He started to move a bit awkwardly, almost like he was sneaking through everyone. His weird movements got the attention of an Inkling girl, that imitates him in front of an another girl making her laugh. The boy didn't notice a thing about it.
He reached a building where many Inklings come out and in, probably the Student Apartments. His face is puzzled and still not sure about what he's doing, but he decided to take the risk and venture inside the building. Coming inside, he encounters a tall shrimp with a tough expression on his face, sitting on an old chair.
"New here?" the shrimp asked first.
"Y-yeah…" the kid mumbled.
"Hmm? What's that?" the shrimp asked again.
"I said Yeah, sir…"
"Hey kid, I don't eat Inklings for breakfast, so you'd better ink-up that voice of yours. Got it?"
"I-I'll try sir!"
The shrimp snorted a little and got up from the chair.
"All right shrimp, give me your ID card."
The kid becomes a bit confused.
"… ID card?"
"Yes, I said an ID card." The shrimp replied.
"W-what's an ID card?"
The shrimp remain silent, as he looks to the kid with an emotionless face.
"Kid, did you live in an acquarium before?"
"N-no, sir! I was in the farm with my family and-"
"Ok ok, I understand. I was joking, you know."
The kid, feeling bad from the situation, took his bag and started to search within it.
"An ID card is a piece of plastic material, with your photo on it." the shrimp explained.
"I-is this?"
The kid showed a plastic wrap inked with junk food leftovers. The shrimp snorted, looking up.
"That'd be your gross lunch, shrimp. Try again with more thinking, than inking."
The kid looked into the bag again and this time he showed his Splatendo 3DS. The shrimp was starting to lose his patience.
"Oh, boy… I thought I was talking normal here, not in shrimpese." the shrimp said. "All right, let's swim through this in a different manner… do you know, what's a painting?"
"Oh, yes I do, sir!" the kid exclaimed with joy.
"Then, do you have a painting of yourself with you?"
"Yes I do!" his eyes sparkled.
"That's the turf I'm looking for! Give me that!"
The kid quickly goes through all his stuff in the bag and showed something to the shrimp: a painting of him and his family, within a photo frame. The shrimp become red and run in a nearby room, shutting down the door. Who knows what he said out loud, but thankfully the boy didn't understand a thing about it.
Later that day, the kid walks down the hallway looking through many doors with a number on each of them. He finally found the door of his new home.
"The journey already started bad enough… and now, I have to face this next problem: opening this door."
With a big sigh, the kid started to figure out how to unlock the door.