Hello! It's Octoreader! I've tried writing some fanfiction on this site and got pretty far with a D and D fic but Splatoon makes up the majority of what I read. I'm kinda new to this so my grammar is crappy so please be understanding. I also typically have my chapters over a thousand words but I am doing considerably less this time around. I think it will give me more incentive to write and I think people will appreciate consistent updates. Also, please review! I really appreciate them and suggestions help make my work better! :) So, without further ado, I give you my story!

Well the day has finally arrived.

The sunlight was almost overwhelming on my face but I smiled knowing that it finally was time to put my past behind me.

My name is Christine. I'm an octoling and believe it or not I'm in Inkopolis! It's so exciting to me!

It was all thanks to that old man. I remember it like it was yesterday...

It was during the days of aimless wandering in Octo Canyon after I escaped the hypnotized octarian army that I stumbled upon his shack. At first site of him I panicked. I had never seen an actual inkling before and pointed my octoshot at him but to my surprise he didn't even make a move to splat me. He simply said, "Oh-ho bucko! No need for harm here! I can see your not like the other ones! Nothing to fear!"

I wasn't buying it. "Is this some kind of Inkling trick? What makes you so sure I won't splat you?" I said, not lowering my octoshot.

"Well for one, you don't have those glasses," he said as he adjusted his cap and motioned toward my head which indeed had no hypno shades. I took those things off a long time ago. "And also I see no hatred in your eyes. You're scared of me aren't you?" questioned the old man. I didn't respond. If there's one thing I knew in my life, it's not to show weakness. I simply stood unmoving with my octoshot trained on his chest.

"You don't have a place to stay do you?" said the old man ignoring my silence.

Again I did not respond. However, what he said was correct. I had no idea where to go. I looked around. Nothing but rocks for miles around.

"Listen we're civilized cephalopods aren't we? Why don't we discuss this over some Crabby Cakes?" I swear his eyes got twice as big at the mention of crabby cakes,whatever that was. I was surprised. I didn't know what to think. I lowered my octoshot.

"What's your name bucko?" asked the old man.

"Christine," I responded trying to ignore my stomach's loud growls at the thought of food.

"Well, Christine. Let's go to my cabin shall we." replied the old man as he turned to leave toward an odd looking shack not bothering to see if I was following him.

A few moments later I was stuffing my face in these crabby cake things. I hadn't eaten in a while and they were sure better than rations. After nearly gorging myself the old man asked me, "So what brings you here to this part of Octo Canyon anyway?"

My face became glum. "Well you see, almost all the octolings in Octo Canyon have been hypnotized." I responded while staring at the cabin floor. "I managed to trip and break my glasses by accident and run away but now…" I began to cry. "I don't know what to do! I can't go back or the octarians will hypnotize me again! I don't know where to go!" I turned to look at the old man and saw an expression of sheer pitty. All my suspicion of him left me. He truly felt sorry for me and wanted to help.

"I knew something was up with what Octavio was doing with the octolings. I just didn't know it was this bad." whispered the old man softly.

"The other octarians are too dimwitted. They do whatever Octavio tells them to," I replied sadly.

"Bucko, I know this is weird of me to ask but you could stay here for awhile. It's safer here." stated the old man as he gestured around the cabin.

I looked at the inkling like he was crazy. "Y-you would really do that for me." I said as more tears flowed down my cheeks. It didn't make sense. He had no reason to help me.

"Kid, I'm old enough to remember the days when our races used to be friends and I long for them back." replied the old man, "Just because your leader has decided to be enemies with my race doesn't mean I have to."

Before I knew what was happening I embraced the old man in a hug. After a few seconds I mentioned, "I never asked for your name."

"Cuttlefish. Captain Cuttlefish."