A day once happy, then mysterious and confused, then forced into action and bravery, or was it ignorance? Y/n was living håppïly at his home, then taken away through a vague, misty portal, taken to the land of Inklings and Octolings, Splatoon. But, something . . . different is there with him, not a regular boss, a system of them.
(First ever story, the beginning is not my best work, so, please, be aware of that.)
After a long, long time of thinking and working on this, I have realized that I need to redo pretty much everything if I want it to make sense. So, this story is now discontinued, but I may redo it with new details and ideas to make this story a bit better in the future. Only time will tell. Thank
you for reading, it was a blast.
Time is the force that shapes life. It is the constant that drives change and evolution. As time flows, life adapts and thrives in new environments and challenges. New forms of intelligence and culture emerge, creating diverse and complex societies. But what if the ancient creatures that once ruled the earth met the modern ones that now inhabit it?
(Yes, this is Splatoon fanfiction.)
(A word of caution, this story is still a work in progress. Very much so. I may change the chapters as I see fit. That would include grammar fixes, sentence rewrites, and, if necessary, full chapter rewrites.)