It was a hot summer day in Inkopolis, and three bros were sitting around in a garage, bored out of their minds. Their names were Taka, Nishida, and Kuze. Taka was a skinny and fit fellow, with greenish hair, purple eyes, and an earring. Nishida was also a skinny fellow, but not exactly fit, with greyish hair that covered both his eyes and pale skin. Finally, theres Kuze, a stonefish that never looks like hes paying attention.

Taka glanced at his phone, "Damn. Some jackass is making a fanfiction about us." "Eh? What's so interesting about us?" Replied Nishida. "About damn time we get the recognition we deserve!" exclaimed Kuze. Taka looked around the garage, as if he was trying to find something. "Uh... I think we're supposed to do something. For like, the story." "Let's just do what we're best at and play our kickass music!" said Kuze. "That could work." Nishida said quietly. "Alright, bet!" Said Taka, getting his electric piano ready. Soon enough, everyone was ready.

Kuze raised his drumsticks high in the air, "WE ARE HIGHTIDE ERA! ONE TWO THREE FOUR-"

The band began playing their hit song Sucker Punch, mostly known for being a song commonly played during turf wars. They played passionately, Taka singing and playing the piano with all his energy, and Nishida and Kuze going hard with their instruments.

When the song was over, they all started panting and breathing heavily. "Phew! We went hard with that one!" said Taka. "Eh, I don't think we went hard enough!" exclaimed Kuze. "Silence Kuze. If we went any harder my fingers would've fallen off!" replied Nishida.

They all stood silent for a while. "Well that was fun... now what?." said Taka. "Er, whaddya mean?" said Kuze. "We're in a story right now, don't we need like, a plot? An antagonist maybe? A goal?" said Taka. "Sounds like too much of a hastle, let's just end the story right here." said Nishida. "That's a loser's mindset!" exclaimed Kuze "Let's go out and look for adventure!". "Now you're talkin'!" said Taka "Let's go outside and look for a plot!" "Ugh, fine..." Nishida said quietly.

They all went out, walking around Inkopolis, looking for a possible plot. Suddenly, they were approached by a short fellow in a greay hoodie and sweatpants. He had white hair and a facemask covering most of his face. "No way! Are you guys Hightide Era!? My names Caravan, Caravan Palace!" Taka greeted him. "Hello there! It's always nice meeting fans!" They began to strike up a conversation, until Kuze pulled a banana out of seemingly thin air. He began to chow down, and tossed the peel when he was done, which Caravan slipped on. "Oh god, Kuze, what have you done!" Taka and Nishida both had horrified expressions. "RUN!" yelled Nishida. They all ran off while Caravan sat on the floor grasping the boo boo on his leg. "I can't believe we just did a slip n' run! Kuze, you fool!" exclaimed Taka. "Damn, I'm sorry!" Kuze replied. Nishida facepalmed, then looked at a poster he saw taped onto a wall. "Hey guys, check this out." He pointed at the paper, which said "Band Competition in downtown Inkopolis! Apply now for a chance to win 10,000 bucks!"

"This could be that plot we're looking for." Nishida said. "10,000 bucks?!" exclaimed Kuze "we should TOTALLY join! We'll kick everyones ass!". "Sounds like a plan to me! Let's join!" said Taka. The group went on their way to apply, confident that they'd win those 10,000 bucks.

Meanwhile, Caravan sat on a bench, still grasping his boo boo. "They betrayed me! My own idols... damn them! Damn them to hell! They'll pay..."

TO BE CONTINUED