Chapter One: The Plot
An inkling man (who had yellow hair, in the Cool Squid style) with a long, white jacket walked down a hall. In his hands he carried a glowing, green-blue bottle of… well… something. Dark thoughts were running through his head. He had that crazed, unstable look in his eye. What was going on?
He had a slight smile on his face, but he always had one. Or at least recently. The man, apparently named "Boss", walked into a conference room. Around him were several other humanoid creatures. Not inklings, but octolings, their cephalopod opposites. He sat down at the head of the table.
Boss clicked on a remote, and a video played on a screen.
The video showed short clips and pictures, with a narrator talking.
It said, "War, turf war. That's what everyone's obsessed with. It captures their hearts in an instant. It takes away any other dreams. They might as well be called addicts. It's all anyone ever thinks about. It's all they can think about. So that's why we're here. All we've ever done is sit in shadows. All we've ever done is cower down. But today Octo Corp. will rise! We will grasp our opportunities and use them while we have the chance. Today we will come forth. Today and forever. But in order to do this, you must have a plan, and of course, we have one. A plan that'll make you wonder, (or more properly) make you think: I can't remember… Sound familiar? First, using the mutant gel we created, we shall mutate the inklings we have squidnapped and turn them into monsters. They will track down that inkling girl, named Agent 3, supposedly, and then they will kill her! Any chance they get, it will be the end! After she is dead, Inkopolis will be vulnerable, and that's when we'll strike. With all the other remaining inklings, we, as Octarians, shall use a beam that we invented to send signals all over Inkopolis, and make everyone lose their memory. In other words, it will make them think that they have always been under the Octarian rule. If any rebellions form, we shall use our finest octoling warriors. If anything ever happens, and our plan goes wrong, we always have a Plan B. And Plan B is much more fun, so let's hope Plan A goes wrong."
The video ended and the men in the room turned their attention back to Boss, feeling quite overwhelmed. "Any questions?" he asked. Only one man in room spoke.
"Well, Boss sir, as you know, recently many young octolings have been escaping to Deep Sea Metro. There they have been making their way to the surface. Because of this, there are hardly any octolings left to fight for us. What would we do if we ran out of soldiers and a rebellion forms?"
"Well, you see, there are two answers to that, depending on each plan. Plan A, since the people's memories will be erased, they'll think that getting recruited would be normal. Plan B, we destroy Inkopolis, send the mutated creatures after the rebels, and then take the rest of the citizens to a mountain called Octo Canyon, and that's where will will eventually kill off the inkling kind. It's a disgusting species that doesn't deserve to live!"
"But why kill them off when we could treat them as slaves? Besides, you're an inkling yourself!"
"Because if you heard of what I did for them, and then what I got in return, you'd want to do the same. Now, any more questions?" All the Octolings stared at him, silent. Boss gripped the Mutater of Gel. He sighed and stepped out of the conference room, walked down a dark hallway, and then made a sharp turn on his left. He was in a dark room. A very dark room. As he closed the door, the only light in the room was glowing bottle of goo.
Boss started approaching something large, and as he got closer, it was revealed to be two force-field cages. In one of them, a malnourished inkling girl sat on the other side of the cage. She had lime ink and orange eyes, and she was wearing a Hero Suit. Her body was limp and In the other cage was a malnourished octoling, wearing a leather bra and skirt. She had high heel boots. Her hair had been previously tied into a ponytail, but she had taken it out, allowing her tentacles to brush her cheeks. She laid on her back in the cage, staring at the ceiling. It was Agent 3 and 8.
Boss smiled. "Hello, girls. Are you ready to become apart of Octo Corp. yet?"
Agent 8 scowled. "Never! We would never serve you!"
Agent 3 lifted her head up and glared at him. If she had the strength, she could've busted out of this cage.
Boss tilted the Mutator Gel to the side. "Well, that's too bad. But to be honest, I was hoping you'd say no." Without another thought, he splashed the gel onto them and left the room, leaving the two to scream in total darkness.
Author's Notes
Woomy~
Hi there, inklings! The name's classified, so you can just call me Obliviblur, okay?
So to sum chapter one up, a group of Octarian are being governed by an inkling traitor, who wants to rule, well, you guessed it, Inkopolis. Rumor has that they even killed Agent 4, who saved Inkopolis once, as you know. Yikes... and with their Mutator Gel, things don't look too bright in Inkopolis' rays.
Well, that's it!
Obliviblur, out!