˚ ༘♡"Let's start a band!!!"☄.˚[Pearlina, Read disc!]

『••✎••』 "ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ."

Under the lively surface of Inklings and Inkopolis, lies something broken, corrupt.

Octolings, a species that evolved alongside Inklings, yet suffered a completely different fate.

They were forced to live underground, because of what everyone called the 'Great Turf War'

They have all suffered for more than 100 years, because of their leader, 

General DJ Takowasa or 'DJ Octavio'

The Octolings were brainwashed, forced to work for their leader.

Hundreds upon hundreds work for him, with no free will.

He didn't care if they died or got hurt. All that mattered is that he got his revenge on the Inklings.

Stealing their power source, plotting and making new machines. Waiting for the right moment to strike.

Yet, among all the brainwashed cephalopods, there was one Octoling that could potentially change everything. 

● Protocol 13.24. Room 839. Octoling Serial Number: M-A-98

● Subject: Marina Ida. 

● Occupation:  Level 9 Combat Engineer

● Status: Asleep

Do you wish to awake Subject?

[ʏᴇꜱ] [ɴᴏ]

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Marinas room was very small, the octoling could barely stand up straight. The walls and floor were metal, with only one wall being poorly painted a light grey tint. Octarians were not allowed to have anything to add a little colour to their room, which ment, no decorations or things on the wall. Unless, it was for work. (Notes, Reminders for stuff to do, etc.) The only thing that could not be deemed as a 'decoration' that was on her wall, was a small mirror near the door that Marina put up. She had one small, uncomfy, rusty metal bed which wasn't even as long as her body. For Marina, she had a feeling that the bed barely handled her weight, yet she can't do anything about it. She just had to deal with having back issues. There was one small yellow-ish light on the ceiling, that flickered from time to time. It didn't even aluminate the room too well. On the right side of the room, displayed a tiny metal door that Marina had to crouch to enter or leave her room due to her tall and intimidating figure. In the room were no windows, or even ventilation. There was nothing to occupy Marina in her free time, no desk for her to work on, nothing. Octavio didn't care about his army. The room felt very lifeless and old. It looked like it had been left untouched for years until now. It was more of a prison cell than a room, honestly.

" MARINA IDA. OCTAVIO REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE. PLEASE MEET HIM IN ROOM 584.3 "

That's all the poor tall Octoling could loudly hear through the huge black high-tech speakers in the top left and right corners of Marinas room. Normally, the loudness would've blown her eardrums. But Octarians were trained to survive such deafening sounds. As Marina instantly woke up from her slumber, she stood. Scanning her surroundings and looking for all her equipment. Her Octoshot, Uniform, Tablet (Which allowed her to view her tasks, her development, and status on her machines.) and her glasses. 

Her short green tipped tentacles flowed mesmerisingly as she took all her stuff that were left on the ground beside her bed, so she wouldn't forget. Marina walked up to her mirror as she put her uniform and glasses on. In the meantime, putting her Octoshot in a special slot on her back and holding her tablet. She stared at her reflection, before thinking.

"I look fine, why am I staring at myself?"

She shook her head, instantly clearing her thoughts and crawling through the metal door. Carefully, so she didn't damage the tablet.

No-one is allowed to think. Only follow what Octavio tells them to do. Not allowed to question anything.

As she crawled through the door, she was greeted with a large, dark, fully metal hallway. Of course, swarming with octolings identical to each other. Walking in lines one after another rhythmically and in-sync. Only looking ahead and nowhere else. They held a blank, emotionless expression as they all walked towards their respective places. Marina didn't know anyone, or even have a friend in the army. Mostly because she looked different (All octarians had identical height, hairstyle and look. So Marina really stood out from the rest.)  And well.. Everyone was brainwashed to only listen to Octavio and not have any personality. Marina quickly stood up and started walking to the room the speaker told her to go too, room 584.3. Her footsteps echoed as her black and grey high-heels clanked against the floor. As she continued walking, she noticed less and less octolings around her. Huh, weird. Was she the only one called to Octavio? That was a question that was lurking deep in Marinas corrupt mind. Yet she ignored it. She cannot show any flaws of the brainwashing done on her when she was just a little octopus.

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(Annddddd that's it for the first chapter! I hope you like it, please let me know if you have any critiques! I will make more chapters, and I will make them longer! Not only that, but I will probably post chapters every few days! (and occasionally, everyday!!) :D)