Splatoon X Male reader {Harem}

Chapter 1: {Rebooted}

Welcome to chapter 1 remake of God knows what, so I'm going to keep this small announcement short, I hope you enjoy, that's basically it.

You only have the world on its knees,

Also, I want to make a Cold Ruthless Agent three X Happy Go Lucky agent Eight story, but I want input by whoever is unlucky enough to find this story.
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"You know, inkopolis is such a wonderful place to be, or a personal hell, it's whatever you think. To me? Its a bit of both, beautiful lights during the night, fun people to hang around with during the day, but as a normal inkling, we all have a dislike to something."

There in the dark cold rainy night of September, sat a dark inked green squid with pale skin.

The rain made his tentacles sleek and reflected the glow of the city.

Neon lights, bustling people, and some random male...all alone, sitting on a bench.

And yet, he never cared.

Always arriving the same day, over and over, watching the news up till the week that the plaza was closing actually.

On cue, the giant screen above the plaza turned on, and there stood Callie and Marie, both holding a small smile, knowing that this was their final week hosting the news all squids looked up to.

"Wonderful night squids! I hope you're not doing anything I, the wonderful Callie, would never do!" She was grinning, but anyone that really cared could see how her eyes were slightly dull,

"Aha, like anything you do isn't naughty Callie. Anyway, we have our final turf battles of the week tonight, so get to splatting!" Marie spoke out of tune, holding a closed eye smile,

"And remember!" Both of the cellapods chanted together,

"Stay Fresh!"

A clasp of thunder illuminated the males face, looking down at his torn up arrow shoes,

"May as well..." With what seemed a heavy sigh, the unidentified man stood and began his walk to the battle arena.

Inklings stared at the strange male, who on the other hand paid no mind. Passing Sheldon, Sean's shoe shop, and other store keepers, untill stopping in the middle of a jump spawn.

"Mm...I think I'll use my custom brush..." For the night, anyone was allowed to use their own customised weapons, for the main character, he used a sleek black paint brush, with a heavy tip his ability to slap more ink added more damage, and was faster, but for his other equipment, a simple splatbomb and the kraken special.

"Today's a bad day to piss me off..."

Before superjumping, another males voice caught his ear.

"Wow, never expected you of all people to play a turf war again, Y/N" Quickly, he spun, coming face to face with the one octoling the male ever had met.

"Oh it's you, Silver, what brings you to this wonderful cool night?" Each word was spat with sarcasm and slight dislike,

The taller man shrugged it off and actually laughed, his special forces beret blocking his suction cups, making him look relatively normal, and there was even paint on his nose to connect the eyes.

"What's better than joining my friend in one final turf war here? Since your not moving to the square we won't see each other much!"

Wrapping one arm around y/n, he pulled him close, "and i may have found you the perfect date-"