Octolings and Inklings: a splatoon fanfic

Origins

Rosa's P.O.V.: I remember the ritual. Everything's normal but me from now on. But no one will notice I'm gone, because I just got here. Ida brought Jim outside. I started to do the ancient dance thing. My tentacles grew warm. I almost felt like they were glowing. All my memories came back to me. I was really the Octarian princess. But not a normal adopted one, Octavio was my biological Father. My feet lifted off the ground. I explored a little to far in the kettles and found my father battling an inkling. Then I heard it. The song. Calamari Inkantation. It gave me energy and freed me from father's control. I felt myself slowly fading away. My whole body hurt. I found out that I didn't want to fight, so father had to hypnotize me. I actually could've fought him and win, but I didn't want to hurt my father. I could've fought but I didn't. I had an ink problem. I was born with way too much, so battling should be a million times easier than it feels.

     I saw a bubble of my ink float down to Jim's body. I fell to the ground. Jim's eyes fluttered open. My whole body was aching. I was right on top of the sewers. I accidentally turned into an octopus and went right through. I stayed an octopus for a little longer than I probably should've. I remember a time were I healed a best friend of mine when I was little. I survived, but I was in the hospital for weeks. I popped up in Inkopolis, but behind our apartment in a couple of bushes. I limped my way into the apartment and up the stairs. After that, I made a tent kind of thing on the roof. I remembered blueprints I stole and put them into a bracelet I had. My octo armor!

     I snuck into our apartment and grabbed my old bracelet. I limped my way back up the stairs. I used an old hammer and broke the bracelet open. Inside were two sheets of blue crumpled up paper. They were a map of how to build armor that the octarians were planning to use until I showed up. The other one was this ink harnessing thing for those who have too much ink, and it turns the octoling/inkling into a secret weapon. I guess that was supposed to be for me, but not to use against them. I grabbed some building tools and got to work.