5: Evolution

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  Y/n L/n's Survival log: Entry 28


  You tried to look into what made your hair change like this, but no matter where you looked, you were left scratching your head. Nobody in inkling history had reported this kind of thing, and exactly one inkling appeared in human history.

  You tried to turn into a squid, to see if that had changed as well, only for nothing to happen.

  You tried again and again, only to fail every attempt.

Finally, after maybe your seventh attempt, you turned into a squid, landing on the ground with a splash of blue ink. Confused, you shifted back into your humanoid form, reaching for your hair. Your body felt lighter, and you didn't feel as sick anymore.

After a few minutes of this, your body started to grow heavy again, and the ink around you dried up. You didn't have an ink tank or any kind of ink weapon, so you couldn't try seeing if you could still produce ink.

Your best guess to all of this was that your body had adapted to your watery environment. The ink that made your flesh had somehow condensed, turning into a more solid form that prevented it from washing away. There were big drawbacks, like inability to produce ink, and you being more susceptible to human needs, like hunger, but it allowed you to live, if only for as long as you could.

You put on your helmet, grabbing tools you would need for a long trip out. You still needed to get materials for building large vehicles like the PRAWN, and there was still so much to explore.



You slowly opened your eyes to a sunlit room, and the sound of the door opening.

"Good morning, valued guest." Marina greeted you.

"Don't call me that." You told her, sitting up as she placed a plate of food beside your bed.

"Sorry Y/n. Just trying to get a laugh out of you." Marina told you, rubbing the back of her head.

"You slept in later than usual, so I thought I would wake you up." She stated, noting the knife besides the plate. You looked at her, seeing her gaze on the weapon.

"Still uncomfortable with that?" You asked her. She sheepishly nodded, stepping away from the knife, which you picked up. Holding it by the blade, you held it out, for Marina to grab.

"Here. You can have it." You told her. Marina let out a confused sigh, shaking her head.

"No, I'm fine." She told you. You raised a brow, holding the knife up.

"Obviously not if it makes you uncomfortable. Face your fears, consider it a gift from me." With the words, Marina gulped, grabbing the knife by the handle. You let go, and it was now in her possession.

"How do you make these?" Marina asked. You waved off the question, grabbing your breakfast.

"Doesn't matter. You have work soon, right?" You asked.

"Yup. We've got to go in half an hour, so I highly suggest you hurry up." Marina urged you. You nodded, with a mouth full of food, gesturing to the door.

"Oh, right. Sorry." She sheepishly smiled, walking out the door. You continued eating, before setting the half eaten meal, consisting of sausage and toast, and getting dressed.


Over a white tank top and black boxers, you put on a thin red jacket, accompanied by black shorts with a blue strip going down the seams, and your black boots. To make up for your lack of a hood, you put on a white face mask(not before finishing your breakfast), before finally leaving the room, ready for 'work.'

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