Splatoon: Under Inkopolis

Welcome to the City Squido

Got to go to tryouts, need to find the tower.  Tide scuttled along the crowd square, gaping at, well, everything.  Jellyfish and inklings decked out in the latest styles swarmed storefronts and the lobby.  Billboards blasted their products onto the casual observer's retina: fresh, FRESHER, FRESHEST!

Focus Tide!  You're going to be late!  He glued his eyes to Inkopolis tower and started wading towards it.  Right before he reached the tower his feet tripped over a rather lumpy obstacle.
"Ouch, I'm sorry!" Tide and the squid he bumped into both were sprawled on the ground.  Wait a second, the guy wasn't on the ground, he was in it!
"Why in the woomy are you in a squidhole!" yelped Tide.
"Well Boyo, why aren't you in a manhole?", the creepy old hobo retorted through his unkempt beard, "Down here there's adventure and the New Squidbeak Splatoon has dire need of fresh ink like yourself."
Conversing with a seemingly sewage residing old man was quite a bit outside of Tide's comfort zone and now that the surprise of his tumble had worn off he was a bit lost for words. Luckily for him a knight in ratty sneakers appeared to save the day.

    "Go on and shoo", chastised the stranger squid kid while squirting the old man with some ink. The man gave a strangled outcry before diving back into the manhole. Tide slowly glanced up at his newfound hero. He saw before him a fierce looking inkling girl with long fiery orange tentacles going past her waist and a splattershot pro held firmly in one hand and orange eyes practically burning with competitiveness.
     "Are you going to move, or do you want a taste of my ink too?", the girl said flatly.
"Um, I-I'll think I'll move", Tide stammered, stumbling to his feet and scooping up his splattershot junior although he was beginning to think that the gun looked rather childish next to the mystery girl's weapon. The girl gave Tide a onceover before releasing a derisive scoff and strutting inside Inkopolis Tower. Tide stumbled after her, silently dreading his odds of making a team if all the inklings at tryouts were as competent as the girl.

"Alright newbies, LINE UP", bellowed a sturdy looking squid kid with a deep tan and outrageously hot pink tentacles. Tide along with most of the other squids at tryouts immediately stiffened with surprise and awkwardly began making a scraggly line.
The pink squid groaned, "Amateurs". Upon hearing the comment the orange girl from before let out an offended grunt which caused the pink squid to immediately round on her and growl,
     "If you have something to say it will wait until after you can back it up with some inking action, understand?".
     "Yes ma'am", muttered the Orange inkling as she turned a shade of orangy red nearly as bright as her tentacles and stepped into the line sulking and seething.

      The squid turned to address the group.
     "I'm coach Shoal and it's my job to sort you younger students into teams which will define your career here at Inkopolis academy.  Now, follow me". She took off at a brisk walk and the group murmured to each other while trailing Shoal. After about ten minutes of walking they arrived at a towering parking complex. An inkling with green tentacles half done up in a bun wearing an oversized tee with headphones around her neck was already there.
      "Pinkie! You made it! I was beginning to think you got lost."
     Tide let out an involuntary giggle at the coach's adorable nickname, and instantly regretted it when "Pinkie" spun around to glower at him. Only after holding eye contact with Tide for the glare's unspoken message, if Tide ever called Shoal Pinkie he'd die, to sink in Shoal turned around to address the green inkling.
      "Lime, you have some nerve after being a no-show at check in for tryouts"
Lime appeared totally unfazed by Shoal's accusation.
    "Relax, I'm here now right? Besides I know Pinkie 'The Kraken' Shoal can handle a bunch of measly fresh meat" .
Lime's face broke into an infectious smile and Pinkie's anger started to fade.
      "Alrighty then, back to the task at hand. Recruits, meet Lime the other inkling in charge of sorting teams. I brought you here today for your first task of tryouts. These towers are the famous Moray Towers". The kid next to Tide raised his hand. Pinkie glanced towards him and without needing to ask what the question was replied,
"Yes, the Moray Towers from the Turf Wars, but today we're using the course to record your agility. On my signal all of you must race down this tower and continue up to that tower over there. Lime will be on the other tower and you must reach her to record your time. The rules are simple: no super jumping and no splatting other recruits. This is a test of your speed not your aim. However, you may use your gun to ink up walls if you think that'll help you reach the top faster".
   Tide gulped, his splattershot Jr didn't have enough range to ink the tall tower, and he didn't have much experience swimming up vertical surfaces, but there was no time for doubts now. Lime already super jumped to the opposing tower and Pinkie stood ready to give the starting call.

AN: Well that was fun. Doubt anyone's reading this here in the depths of the internet void. HELLO. *echos*. (^o^)(^_^)(≧▽≦)
Anyway blah blah blah Nintendo owns Splatoon etc etc Nothing is canon ... ... plagarism = bad and copyright rules and pirating is not a victimless crime (think of all that treasure buried alive)