Three was awoken by a strange sound coming from outside her room. Groggily getting up, she slid her feet off her bed and placed them on the ground. Instead of stepping on the ground, she placed her feet directly into a puddle of purple ink.
She hissed in pain as she looked around her room. Every surface was covered in purple ink, leaving her bed as the only safe spot in the room. Looking outside her window, and realizing that the moon was still out, she swung her sheets over her body and went back to sleep.
Three was once again awoken, this time by a scream coming from one of the other bedrooms. She glanced around her surroundings, and after realizing the purple ink was still there, sighed.
"WHY IS THERE PURPLE INK EVERYWHERE!?" Callie yelled from her bedroom.
"I dunno, Callie, maybe try asking it!" Marie yelled back in response.
Meanwhile, Eight was walking around the house, humming to herself and grinning. She walked in and out of every room, as she was the only one who could change their ink color to purple.
Three was still in bed when a gust of wind blew through her window and pelted her in the face. A letter flew in with the wind and landed on her lap. Annoyed, she picked up the letter and sighed. Once again, it was a letter from Four.
"Guys! There's a new letter from Four!" She called out to the other Squidbeak members.
They all groaned audibly, except for Eight, who cheered.
Three cleared her throat and began reading.
"Dear Squidbeak,
Purple ink isn't very fun, no? We can't change our tentacles to that color, by the way. It's quite weird.
Sincerely, Four."
Everyone once again groaned, except for Eight, who burst out laughing. Three could hear the sound of punching coming from the Captain's bedroom, as well as crashing sounds coming from Callie's room.
"Say, Eight, since you can change your color to purple, could you help us get out of here?" Marie asked the octoling.
"I mean, I could," Eight responded. "But I don't think I want to. This is pretty funny."
"Come on Eight, help us out." Three begged.
"Mmmm, I'm good. I'm gonna go out for a bit. Bye!"
She left the house, closing the door behind her. In a move of hilarity, Eight went up to Three's window and stuck her tongue out at her. Three attempted to lunge for the octoling, but couldn't because of the purple ink.
Laughing to herself all the way down the hill, Eight left the house behind in search of something more fun to do. She decided on going down to Inkopolis Square; she hadn't been there in a while. And she had been training all week- surely she deserved to have some fun.
Back at the house, the remaining inklings were all very upset over Eight's "betrayal." Three didn't mind all that much, as she enjoyed laying in her bed and not training. The less she had to listen to the Captain scream at her, the better. She just hoped that the ink would vanish soon, and all would go back to normal. And that when Four came back from his mission, that Captain wouldn't rip his head off.
After several hours, the ink began to vanish. Captain was heard cheering in celebration, and Marie silently prayed that she was so incredibly thankful to finally be able to get out of bed.
The ink was completely gone, and all of the members of the Squidbeak got out of their beds and stood up for the first time today. But just as they stood up, another deep layer of purple ink appeared on the floor. It seemingly popped into existence, causing pain to all members standing in it, which was all of them.
Three dove back onto her bed before she could be in severe pain. Captain, who had already ventured out into the hallway, had to trudge all the way back to her bedroom, groaning in agony with every step she took.
"You have got to be kidding me," Marie groaned. "How does this even happen?"
"I'd bet it's Four's fault. That kid is evil." Callie responded from the next room over.
"He's not that evil," Three interrupted. "On the other hand, I think it's Eight. She is truly evil."
"Really? Eight's evil?"
"Yes. She is the epitome of evil, personified."
"Wow, Three, I can't believe you would say that about me," A voice from Three's window said.
Three whipped around and saw Eight standing right outside of the window. She had a bag in her hand and had her purple tentacles in a new style.
"I think you're the evil one, Three," she said, wagging her finger at the inkling. "Also, I would never do this to my friends. But it is pretty funny, though."
"Sorry…" Three muttered to the octoling. "But where were you? What's with the new style?"
"Oh, I was finally able to go into the Square for once, since Captain wasn't training us, so I did a bit of shopping and put my tentacles in a new style. Don't they look amazing?"
"They do look amazing. How'd you do it?"
"I jus-" Eight tried to answer before she was interrupted by the Captain.
"EIGHT? IS THAT YOU?" She yelled from her room.
"Yes, it is, Captain,"
"GET US OUTTA HERE!"
Eight pondered for a moment before responding. "Nah, I don't think I want to. Have fun!"
Captain screamed in frustration so loudly that it nearly broke every glass object in the house. The two young cephalopods covered their ears in agony.
When the screaming stopped, Eight got closer to the window and spoke to Three. "Hey, Three, do you want to come with me down to the Square?" She said in a carrying whisper.
Three nodded and made a move towards the window. Taking a leap of faith from her bed, she nabbed the windowsill and pulled herself up. Eight helped her through the window, and the two kids were free. They ran down the hill into the town, making their way towards the Square.
The duo couldn't help but laugh at the older agents' predicament, and wondered if they would ever get out.
"Say, how will they even get out?" Three asked the octoling while they were walking towards the Square.
"Hm? Oh, I don't know. I figure they'll be able to get out soon enough." Eight answered while humming to herself.
Three suspected that Eight knew more about it, but she didn't care enough at the moment. There was an ice cream shop just ahead, and there were more pressing matters to take care of.