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The city of Inkopolis is silent as it always is. Buildings are charred, and the sky is a pale green, just like the skin of the “Octolings” and their tyrannical commander who have taken over. The green goo that covered the higher buildings is a reminder to the incident that happened a few months ago. Before the entire world changed, for the worst.
The commander of the Sanitized Order had a plan to make all Octolings “perfect.” After the 2nd defeat of DJ Octavio, he abandoned the Octarian Army. The Octolings that were left underground soon found the metro and refuged there. Tartar promised them the surface through tests. But it was all a lie. The ones who completed were blended into ooze, and the failed ones… It’s better not to talk about them.
Although there was a loose screw in the system. Agent Eight, an Octoling who was partially sanitized. Agent Eight had their mind wiped, but wasn’t injected with the ooze, causing them to still have free will. They fought their way through with help of Cap’n Cuttlefish and Off the Hook. They tried to defeat Tartar, but the fight didn’t go the heroes way.
Commander Tartar, the name all squids feared.
Back to the present.
“…” That’s all she could say. Agent Four isn’t really an Agent anymore. Not after the rest of the New SquidBeak Splatoon was gone. Agent Eight was gone, so was Agent Three, so was Captain so were the Squid Sisters.
Agent Four hung out with other Inklings who had no idea who she was. Not really friends, just squids that knew each other. Helping each other to survive. The Sanitized Order caught all of them and they went missing. It’s obvious that she’ll never see them again. Commander Tartar had their eyes set on her, and she didn’t want to think what would happen if she was caught by them.
So she stayed low. Four just stayed in an alleyway, burning Headspace and Jelly Fresh products are the only source of light. The shops have been long since abandoned anyway. Everyone in Inkopolis is dead. Four wants to believe there’s still ANYSQUID still in this husk of a city. But she can’t. Seeing everything crumble around her has broken her spirit, not even to mention the idols she loved.
Four sat down infront of the burning clothes and headgear. She turned on her CQ Cumber Phone. No signal. What did she expect? The only thing she could access was a crappy Flappy Fish ripoff and Splatune. Splatune, sounded a lot like Splatoon, didn’t it?
She listened to Tide Goes Out, a song Marie made herself. It was her only escape from the horrifying shell that was the real world. She wondered if Marie was still alive, still in Inkopolis. Still… Un-Sanitized?
Marie’s the only person who she would still care about if she was still out there… Somewhere…