#7 - Sanitized

Fuzzy Octolings!?

I thought that we would be safe from crazy Octarians and people who wanted to destroy the world when we moved to the Splatlands, but not.

When I woke up this morning, I decided to bring the Agents to the Crater so we could try rescuing some of the brainwashed Octolings. Callie brought a bag of random syringes with Low-Tide ink, Sanitized ink, and a bunch of random inks that Marina had made to speed up the process. "Alright, let's do this!" 

Agent 4 was about to jump into the first kettle, but I stopped her. "Wait," I said. 

"I know they're keeping all the Octolings in the city since they know we're probably gonna snap them out of their mind control, so we should look for...aha!" I splashed ink onto a suspiciously empty floating island, and unsurprisingly there was a secret Inkrail.

"To the city, everyone!"

We all rode the Inkrail and sure enough, it led to the new Octarian city. But there weren't any Octolings for some reason. There was just an empty street. Then I saw two Octoling soldiers, but...they looked different. And not in a good way. 

Their slippery hair wasn't...hair. It looked like Judd's fur for some reason. And then I saw something terrible: The fuzzy Octolings were dragging a normal Octoling away, but the Octoling didn't have any Hypnoshades and looked terrified.

Whatever DJ Octavio was doing this time was clearly very unpleasant. Which is why I was determined to help the young Octoling! I jumped out and pulled her away from the soldiers. I heard the Agents' running behind me, and they started fighting the Octolings. I quickly took the Octoling back to where we had been hiding and told her to stay there. She nodded, and I ran back to help the Agents. But they were losing. "Ahato!" Four yelled. "Get the Low-Tide ink!"

I grabbed Callie's bag and rummaged around in it until I found the syringe. I grabbed the first Octoling's shoulder and used the syringe, but for some reason it had no effect. 

"It's not working!" I yelled.

 "What do you mean, 'It's not-' OW!" The Octoling punched her. And then I had one final idea. I quickly grabbed the Sanitized ink, but instead of injecting it into the Octoling, I smashed the syringe and poured it all over the soldiers. They instantly collapsed, of course. Even a single drop of Sanitized ink could have knocked them out, since their weak ink-and-cartilage bodies couldn't handle it. Quick science lesson: the Sanitized can swim because...well, no one really knows how, but somehow the ink made us more...solid. Don't question it, we're weird. Very weird.

I saw the Octolings' fingertips change from purple to cyan. Suddenly, all the fuzz on their hair just went POOF, like in a video game. We ran back to the young Octoling. She looked about the same age as Eight, if not a little bit older. "Are you okay?" Four asked.

"Y...yes," So she could talk. "What's your name?" Eight asked her. It was odd hearing her talk, but I guess that's because she barely speaks any Inklish. "My name is...um, it doesn't r-really have a direct translation to Inklish, but y-you can call me...Mimika," she said. "Er...I'm a mimic octopus, and I thought it would be..."

"That's a cool name!" said Four. "Okay, but we really have to go," said Three. We left and took Mimika back to Octo Canyon. "Thank you so much!" she said. "I'll tell you if I find out anything about those fuzzy Octarians,"

"Wait...you don't wanna come to the surface?" Three asked. Mimika thought for a while. "No, I think I'll stay here for a while. And talk to Octavio. All this probably has something to do with him..."

"Wait!" Three said again. "If Octavio wasn't there, then...who was?"

Mimika was silent. "Oh...guess that theory's a bust," she sighed. "But we can't give up! Even if these Octarians aren't the best people, they don't deserve to die. We'll still find who did this!"

And we went our separate ways. Mimika went to Octo Canyon, and the others went back home. But I didn't go with them. Instead, I went back to that new city in the Crater. Once again, it was time to end this repetitive madness. Those Octarians...