Splatoon 2 - A Different Looking Inkling

Transformation

Danger was all that your body was telling your brain, and boy, did you have that clear.

Last thing you remember was turning 19, drinking coffee to wake up, then things went black.

You were falling, and seeing how long you were, you thought death just moved in as your roommate.

But suddenly, it stopped. Were.. you dead?

No, you could see. Blurred images filled your eyes, but as far as you could tell, things were colorful. Your vision was clearing up, and eventually, you saw electric billboards and teenage looking people with dyed hair. Though they were so small, you didn't think they were any younger than 16.

You were in an alleyway that had probably gallons of orange and blue paint splattered across the walls. You found a note next to you along with a orange tank attached to a... weird concoction of a supposed paintball gun?

You picked up the note and began to read it, "Hello, dear unlucky soul! My name is Daniel, and im afraid you've been selected by a curse know as calamitous selector, and like me, you were sent to Inkopolis, an alternate reality full of "squid people," and don't quote me on that, who love to participate in ink related games. most notable is Turf Wars, where two teams try to ink as much land as possible, the team with more covered land victorious. The ink gun near you is a common splattershot, and below it is six thousand coins, or this worlds currency, which should be plenty enough to buy things of your own. Oh yeah, you probably might want to find a mirror. Your appearance should fit in! -Daniel 2001"

You were in awe, could you really be this unlucky? Was this a dream? Or were you drunk on coffee? As far as you could tell, you were able to smell, feel, and hear properly, so things weren't looking so great.

You took the money and the paint gun, tank and everything and headed out of the alleyway. You expected to be shorter, but you were probably two or two and a half inches taller than the citizens seemed to be.

"Getting up is going to be a pain," you thought.

On your first step you groaned, only to figure out what you sounded like. You said some words to yourself and ideally sounded like a high-piched voice underwater saying gibberish. Though actually, you could understand that gibberish.

You cautiously walked out of the alleyway. It was dark and scattered city lights illuminated the streets, some advertising Turf Wars and weapon upgrades.

The streets were surprisingly clean, although not entirely, and some of the squid people were still sitting on the concrete side of the ground.

Some of the squids looked up only to stare at you in amazement, though you had no clue why. Maybe you didn't really look much like them?

You sat down on a empty sidewalk and began to question what you should do. Noticing how frequently you gained failed ideas, you calmed down with the elegant design of the ink gun near you. Then you felt like a terrorist, calming down and being attracted to a technical gun, which didn't help. Obviously.

You must've dozed off, because when you opened your eyes, A short, white "squid person" with a crown was staring at you.

"I don't remember exactly everyone around here, but I've never seen an inkling of your height," She said as she crossed her arms.

"And it's not because im short." She said in the weird squid language.

Inkling? Is that what these guys are called? Also, I should probably come up with an excuse.

"Im... uh... not from around here!" You said, in a squeamish tone.

"Are you moving here?" She asked.

"Well... yes..?"

What else could I say? I'm technically not lying.

"Who are you?" You asked.

She gave me a suprised look.

"So... you're moving to Inkopolis, but you don't know Off the Hook?

She chuckled, "What's next, you forgot how become a squid?"

"Wait, what?"

That might just be the dumbest response i've ever given.

"I know, I know, dumb joke. Or do you not know how to turn into a squid?" She laughed.

"No."

Nevermind, that is the dumbest thing i've ever said. Shit.

She laughed, "How far do you take jokes?"

"I'm not joking."

Who knows where I can get a good, flexible rope? I'm too dumb to live.

She stopped laughing, "Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"Uh... Hold on..." she said as she walked away.

You cringe in utter embarrassment, for a lot of reasons, and wait.

Shortly after, she walked back with a piece of paper that had been written all over.

"Ignorance? Laziness? Weirdness? Whatever it is, you must be new to this. Go to Squid Arts, as long as you keep this, you should be eligible to go."

Before you could open your mouth, she said, "Pearl, my name's Pearl."

She walked away.

The form you recieved had a language that you assumed was the squids' language, and simularly to the language you spoke, this one was understandable too.

It said, "Squid Arts Schools, Schools for aged squids with no understanding of simple procedures and skills. This paper is one free and identidy exempt enrollment into the school. This paper was given to the popular, lead singer; also in Off the Hook, Pearl. This brings many perks such as: dropout without penalty, entry into ANY classes selected, and free advanced teaching if necessary. Thank you for your interest!"

"I just graduated high school!" You said angrily.

Phew, there we go. Chapter finished. For those of you wondering, no, this is not a pearl fanfiction. You'll see who will step into the scene.