HOPE YA' GUYS LIKE FILLER BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THIS CHAPTER IS!

Who am I kidding, a lot of you probably watch anime and read manga on a daily basis, you're basically desensitized to filler now.

'This was a bad idea.'

Michael had accepted to go out shopping with Angela and Randy. Only problem was he hadn't factored in that, well, he was famous. A lot of people in the plaza were whispering to each other as he walked past, no doubt asking each other about the two other squids that were with him.

Since Michael was inexperienced in battle and was deemed too 'unfresh' by the store clerks to buy some of their gear he opted to wait outside while Angela and Randy bought what they needed. He was desperately trying to keep a low profile so nobody would notice him but the plan was soured near-instantaneously when one young Inkling girl saw him acting a bit too weird.

"Hey mister! What're you doing?"

"Huh? O-Oh, nothing, just, uh, standing here. Y'know just standing around, waiting for some friends, uh, yeah."

"You know mister, you look a lot like that Michael guy. Y'know, the hero of Inkopolis?"

"O-Oh me? Oh, I am mistaken for him all the time! It's kind of a problem." Michael nervously laughed, trying to keep his excuse believable. "Yes, I, uh, frequently get the paparazzi and the camera crews crowding around me and they get disappointed when I say "Sorry guys! I'm not Michael!" uh, yeah."

Any sane person would have seen through the admittedly paper-thin excuse, but the girl seemed to be especially dense enough to not notice it. Unfortunately for Michael, she kept pressing questions on him.

"Do you know the real Michael?"

"Hm? Oh, n-no, we just look alike. I don't think he'd really hang out with someone like me anyways!"

"Really? I'd be friends with someone who looked just like me, it'd be sooo cool to meet someone who looked just like me! We'd play and go to the park and play pranks on people."

"Uh, y-y'know it's not really nice to trick people like that."

"Aww, you're no fun. You're just like my parents."

"Now hold up there kiddo, I'm plenty of fun, I fight in Turf Wars!"

She understandably was enthralled to hear the words 'Turf' and 'War' spoken together, the obvious differences with how Inklings looked when they aged let Michael guess that she was probably around 5 or 6 years of age.

"Really!?" She suddenly grabbed onto Michael's shirt. "You have to teach me about it…"

Michael, due to both not being very experienced in Turf Wars in the first place, and, to put it bluntly, wanting the girl to go away, went for the default response.

"I, uh, I can teach you when you're older."

"Aww, c'mon! Please?"

"No, uh, I can't. My, uh, employer says I can't teach people under 14. Believe me he's very strict about it, even you'll get punished for it."

"Why?"

"Just the rules he gave me. I, uh, promise to teach you when you're older."

"Alright..." The girl looked utterly defeated.

Michael, feeling a bit sorry for her, decided to indulge her just a tiny bit.

"But, uh, I can give you a tip to remember, for when you're old enough. Uh, be sure to give your teammates an easy swimming path if they're using weapons like chargers. It takes a while for them to ink the place up, y'know?"

The girl seemed extremely happy.

"Thanks mister! I'm gonna go tell all my friends about that!"

She ran off, leaving a relieved Michael to continue his attempts at being inconspicuous. Fortunately for him Angela and Randy soon came out from the stores they went shopping at. Angela from Cooler Heads and Randy from Ammo Knights.

"Did you guys get what you needed?"

"Yup! I did at least, I doubt Randy found anything he was looking for."

"Why did they make only one Splatling!? It makes no sense! They just became legal to use and they're not even going to give us multiple options? This is an injustice I tell you!"

"Yeah, sure thing Randy. C'mon let's get back home."

Returning to their house, Shelly was at the door to greet them, with a cardboard box on the kitchen counter that she was sitting in front of.

"I see your package arrived." Angela said. "What'd ya' order?"

Shelly opened the package to reveal…

A sweater.

That was a bit too big for her.

"I had it ordered from Spyke."

She put it on top of her current clothes, her hands could just barely get out of the sleeves, with only her fingers poking out.

"I think he might've gotten the order just a bit wrong." Randy pointed out.

"It's good enough for me." Shelly walked over to the couch and started watching TV.

"Why does Spyke always mess up her orders like that?" Angela asked.

Randy could only just shrug his shoulders.