"Welcome to Canyon Hq, Recruits!" Yells an ecstatic Agent 3, [13, female, with two orange twin tails for hair] as a young female Inkling, surrounded by her peers, enter a floating wasteland, powered by Octoling Technology. Years ago, it had been claimed by Inkling hands, as the Octolings all continue to refuge further into the depths of the world. "Sure, millions of Octolings have tasted freedom already," yells Agent 3 from a microphone as she walks onto a stage. "But it is our common goal to put a stop to the last of the ill-intentioned ones. You may have noticed that we are all rocking the same hair race, this is because as much as I would love some Octos on our team, *somebody* onboard is being a teensy bit racist.
"Hey!" Yells a voice in the shadows behind 3."Yes you are, 4. And stop being all edgy! We have guests now!"
"Ugh, fine."
Agent 4, [15, Male, Green, combed back hair, green eyes] steps out of the shadows, grabbing a second mic from Agent 3.
"Uh, hello, everybody." Says 4. Looking onwards at the group of 16 individuals standing before him. He had never seen such a large group without firearms pointed at him before.
"Now surely, none of you are Octoling kind, about to perform an attempted assasination? If you are, please kindly reveal yourself now.
A long silence breaks out, until suddenly one crowd member screams:
"YES! I'VE BEEN WORKING FOR THE OCTO CLAN ALL THIS TIME, AND NOW FINAL-"
Suddenly the infiltrator's head explodes, a well placed shot from agent 4. The body explodes into green ink, as several audience members try to avoid the blast.
The young Inkling looks on in awe as the rest are riddled with shock and confusion.
"Oh come on, guys!" Yells 4. "That's such a predictable Fanfiction trope. Saw it from the very beginning. Any questions?"
Several hands go up.
"Ummm... Cool. Speech over. Cheese and Cracker table is over there."
4 grabs 3's arm and walks offstage.
After a few minutes pass, the Young Inkling decides to follow along, after being sure nobody is looking.
Behind a few curtains, she finds the two talking to each other.
4, you can't just kill everyone you think is bad!
"He was obviously intending to kill someone, 3!"
"I dunno, man, he could've just flipped the table over then left?"
"Oh my god you are IMPOSSIBLE to speak with."
"Same with you, you know."
The Inkling steps out.
"Um, hi, guys?"
4 pulls out a blaster and aims it, but 3 manages to tackle it to the ground before he can fire.
"Um, what are you doing back here?" Says 3.
The Inkling taps her toes nervously.
"UMOHMYGOSHMYNAMEISCLAIREANDIMASUPERBIGFANOFYOUIMEANILIKE4TOOBUTYOUREAWESOMEOKBYE"
Claire [13, Pink, Pigtailed hair, yellow eyes] then waddles away before either of them can manage to process what she just said.
"Um, ok then?" Questions 3.
"Looks like you've got a fan, Lucky you."
"Huh. Anyways, I think we did pretty well for the first day of this. Only one Casualty. We've got a big day of training tomorrow, and I need to go home to take a bath. This floor smells like dust and blood."
"You wanna know why?" Asks 4.
"No thanks, I'd like to keep that part of myself intact."
3 begins her walk home, removing her agent jacket as she enters Inkopolis Square.
"Ugh, how am I going to get this thing dry cleaned?"
As she walks by Crusty Sean's to her apartment, she sees many members of the new Agent Society talking and playing with one another. She did notice Claire was nowhere to be seen, hopefully not doing creepy fan things anywhere.
As she locks the door behind her, she lays down on her bed, thinking aloud.
"This was a good idea."