Welcome to chapter 1 remake of God knows what, so I'm going to keep this small announcement short, I hope you enjoy, that's basically it.

You only have the world on its knees,

Also, I want to make a Cold Ruthless Agent three X Happy Go Lucky agent Eight story, but I want input by whoever is unlucky enough to find this story.
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"You know, inkopolis is such a wonderful place to be, or a personal hell, it's whatever you think. To me? Its a bit of both, beautiful lights during the night, fun people to hang around with during the day, but as a normal inkling, we all have a dislike to something."

There in the dark cold rainy night of September, sat a dark inked green squid with pale skin.

The rain made his tentacles sleek and reflected the glow of the city.

Neon lights, bustling people, and some random male...all alone, sitting on a bench.

And yet, he never cared.

Always arriving the same day, over and over, watching the news up till the week that the plaza was closing actually.

On cue, the giant screen above the plaza turned on, and there stood Callie and Marie, both holding a small smile, knowing that this was their final week hosting the news all squids looked up to.

"Wonderful night squids! I hope you're not doing anything I, the wonderful Callie, would never do!" She was grinning, but anyone that really cared could see how her eyes were slightly dull,

"Aha, like anything you do isn't naughty Callie. Anyway, we have our final turf battles of the week tonight, so get to splatting!" Marie spoke out of tune, holding a closed eye smile,

"And remember!" Both of the cellapods chanted together,

"Stay Fresh!"

A clasp of thunder illuminated the males face, looking down at his torn up arrow shoes,

"May as well..." With what seemed a heavy sigh, the unidentified man stood and began his walk to the battle arena.

Inklings stared at the strange male, who on the other hand paid no mind. Passing Sheldon, Sean's shoe shop, and other store keepers, untill stopping in the middle of a jump spawn.

"Mm...I think I'll use my custom brush..." For the night, anyone was allowed to use their own customised weapons, for the main character, he used a sleek black paint brush, with a heavy tip his ability to slap more ink added more damage, and was faster, but for his other equipment, a simple splatbomb and the kraken special.

"Today's a bad day to piss me off..."

Before superjumping, another males voice caught his ear.

"Wow, never expected you of all people to play a turf war again, Y/N" Quickly, he spun, coming face to face with the one octoling the male ever had met.

"Oh it's you, Silver, what brings you to this wonderful cool night?" Each word was spat with sarcasm and slight dislike,

The taller man shrugged it off and actually laughed, his special forces beret blocking his suction cups, making him look relatively normal, and there was even paint on his nose to connect the eyes.

"What's better than joining my friend in one final turf war here? Since your not moving to the square we won't see each other much!"

Wrapping one arm around y/n, he pulled him close, "and i may have found you the perfect date-"

Slipping away, y/n quickly forced his right palm over silver mouth and silently noted 'i'll skin your ass alive'

"Let's just get this over with,..."

And with that, the duo jumped to meet two more.

{Map: Urchin Underpass, Mode: Turfwar}

"Hey, can you see the four across the map?" Y/n asked the other, seeing as silver was using a charger he made
"No, two are hooded, and the others have their rollers blocking their heads."

"Dammit...well let's just get our loss over with.". Y/n didn't seem energetic about the match up, or at all.

But instead of commenting on it, silver simply nodded and took position.

And then.....they were off.

{Time skip}

The cold had gotten worse, slipping around the map, hitting edges from going to fast, and barely managing to take center. There was no other option than certain defeat.

And Jud proved that, but it wasn't so bad, they lost by .3%

Still, some people just are salty.

"I knew this would happen, it always does..."

Slipping his hood up, y/n turned to run smack face into one of his idols.

Marie, though she didn't seem to be looking at him, more or so at the score.
'dammit, she now knows I suck, how great'

Pushing over her left, the squid tried to get away, but there was a soft squeeze on his right hand, earning him a small Yelp,

"Your the one that used the brush, yes?" Her tone, and I'm not squidding you, was toneless, as if she had a murderous intent to fill out.

"Y-yea...can you let go...?" Being the antisocial bag of left over kelp, his face adorned a dark green blush, seeing as he wasn't used to being touched or even mentioned by a woman, especially of her high caliber.

"You almost had me and Callie on the run...oh wait you didn't know that you fought us, we were hooded....hey are you listening?" Marie asked him softly, but she crushed his hand, and let me say...she wasn't weak.

"Argh- yeah I'm fucking listening...Jesus..." The inkling mumbled softly, pulling his hand away, trying to ease away the pain.

"Well, in retrospect, you should be kneeling down and kissing my feet. But, i have an offer...of here's Callie, she would be better at filling you in on this." Marie crossed both arms and smirked at y/n who was currently silently sobbing, though he composed himself immediately at the voice of the trouble maker, Callie.

"Marie! Can you believe it! Sean is opening a food truck in the square next week! I can't wait- oh, he's the guy that splatted me."

She for one, atleast took the time to size him up.

She started at the top, looking at his green ink, black cap, and grey hoodie, going down he was wearing wind breaker pants, and arrow shoes with a weird design, on his left hand was a bracelet, and in one pocket, tucked away, was a pair of black glasses.

"Huh...typical nerd...i wonder how many times you jerke-" Callie was cut off by Marie slapping her back,

"Oi! The hell Callie! Don't even dare say that! Now...fill him in on what we discussed."

Callie groaned in fake pain and turned to speak to y/n

"Look we need a favor, a big one, so just come to our studio tomorrow, and we will set you up to be on the news!"
She was grinning, ear to ear, but y/n's face was dark and grim.

"Oh great," he snarled slightly "let me be your poster boy for one of your final news episodes, maybe you'll splat me for the hell of it." He turned quickly and retreated into the large crowd of squids, but there was a slight problem he didn't calculate.

The male never said no,

And Callie has connections.....

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"So are you finally done packing marina? Geez it takes you soooo long yo!" A short white inkling with pink tips was groaning to a tall dark skinned lady, who in turn had black tentacles with green tips...most importantly she was a octoling.

"Oh calm down Pearlie, it's not like your ship is going to leave all because it takes time to put away my dj set."
This majestic lady spoke in a calm motherly voice to the short inkling, who in turn scoffed and turned around.

"Tsk, so? I'm older so I'm telling you to hurry up!" Pearl yelled, well it was her normal tone, but again, yelled at the octoling to speed up.

Sighing, she gave in, "fine...I'll hurry up...if your able to find someone this time while we are on tour."

What Marina didn't know, was that Pearl already knew about someone,

Mainly because octolings share secrets with each other quite freely, and pearl may or may not have snucked into Marina's computer.

"Pearl, why are you laughing like a evil villan?"

"Nothing!"

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Oh by the great God I hate this and don't think it turned out well,

But atleast it's something since I've been doing nothing,