Splatoon: Behind enemy lines

An intruder in Inkopolis

Splatoon: Behind enemy lines

Disclaimer: I do not own Splatoon, however the OCs are mine.

I originally posted this story on Fanfiction.net however I decided to put it here too as I am pretty happy with how it is turning out.

In the middle of nowhere stood one Octoling, all other Octarians in the area had long been splatted, and this one was the last survivor, she had been separated from her unit, and was now lost, the only thing left to do was to survive.

Unknown location, Octoling's P.O.V

My name is Victoria, I chose that name because it was synonymous with victory, at that time victory against the inklings seems inevitable, and I was eager to have my first taste of action, but this, this was a disaster. Separated from the army, no ink, no rations, and no idea where I am, I should have paid more attention to things other than combat. Yes, daydreaming about fighting off armies of inklings during navigation training was definitely a mistake, I shouldn't have assumed that there would always be someone to follow after each battle..

Someone moving on the ground catches my attention, it is a primitive life form, likely a crab due to its pincers and way of walking. I have eaten crab before, and enjoyed it, however this time it was uncooked and alive, how does one eat an uncooked crab? Its shell is way to hard, maybe if I split it open?

"..." The crab stood still, having no idea what was coming, I bring down my Octoshot on it with as much force as I can muster, this was survival, it wasn't pretty, nor delicious, but it was what needed to be done.

The only thing I can recall from navigational training was that some kettles provided an underground route between Octarian territories, or something like that. Finding one of these "kettles" would probably be the best course of action, returning to Octo valley as a defeated soldier would be embarrassing, but it would definitely be better than starving out here, or being found by inklings.

Inklings..... From what I have heard of them they are selfish, cruel, and would never do anything unless it benefitted themselves, that is why they took away all the Octarian's zapfish long ago, however the Octarian army, under the leadership of DJ Octavio, retrieved every single zapfish, the inklings were not happy with this, and begun exterminating every Octarian standing between them and the zapfish. That is why we fight, everyday dozens and dozens of Octarians become soldiers, there is no way we could lose to the inklings, once I get back to Octo valley, I am going right back to the frontlines to make up for my failure here.

I must have been wandering around while lost in thought because I tripped over one of the kettles I was looking for, I transformed into octo form and swam into the kettle, hopefully towards civilization.

Blackbelly skatepark

Eight inklings were having fun with a round of turf war, one team was doing better than the other, with a charger occupying the center platform and a Slosher, a Roller, and a Spattershot pushing back the other team. This team was made up of four friends; Kalus, Inker, Neon, and Sky. Kalus, or Kal as everyone seem to call him, had known Inkers for a long time, the two were best friends, such good friends that Inker's trusted Kal with his secret; that he was Agent 3, the agent who had recently recovered the Great Zapfish and imprisoned DJ Octavio. Neon on the other hand, used to poke fun at Inker's name, but that was during her first match alongside him and Kal, after seeing Inker splat countless inklings in a single match the competitive side of Neon had shown up, now seeing Inker as a rival and good example to follow. Sky was the one they had met recently, he was the youngest of the group (he is 13 while everyone else is 15) and the lowest level, but he made up for it by being a good team player, obtaining a Roller as soon as he was fresh enough, and using it to lead the way or to set up other inklings for Kal, Inker, or Neon to splat.