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“Haha! Eat it, squid losers!”

Nick was a big fan of Splatoon, but unlike most people, who loved the Inklings, Nick liked the Octolings much more. There was just something about them that, in Nick’s eyes, just made them so much better than the Inklings. He was pretty disappointed when he found out he couldn’t play as them in game. They just seemed so perfect, like they had been made to be playable.

But then, he found it. While trawling through the games data, Nick found that it was actually possible to play as an Octoling! With a few modifications, he was soon splatting his way through online turf wars as an Octoling, using a weapon that hadn’t even been released yet. Nick was having the time of his life right now, but unbeknownst to him, his actions had some serious consequences. People who had left a lobby when playing against his modified Octoling ended up with him in their plaza, corrupting their save data, and one of those people affected by this happened to be a pretty pissed-off sorceress.

It happened pretty suddenly. Just as Nick was leaving a lobby to go buy some new clothes to try out on his Octoling, the TV screen suddenly went white. “What the?” he wondered out loud. He began to feel a slight breeze, which started getting stronger. The wind seemed to be blowing towards the TV, right into it. Papers started to fly off the coffee table, but instead of simply hitting the TV, they seemed to go right into the screen!

Nick decided he wasn’t having any of this. Faster than he thought was possible, Nick dropped the Wii U gamepad on the table, got up off the couch, and ran to the nearest exit of the living room. He didn’t get far though, seemingly tripping just a few steps away from the doorway. Looking back at what he tripped on, Nick screamed as he saw that a giant tentacle was coming out of his TV screen, and had wrapped itself around his ankle. He tried to hold on to the carpet, the table let, anything he could get his hands around, but the tentacle was too strong. With a swift tug, the tentacle disappeared back inside the TV screen, taking Nick with it.

Inside the TV, the tentacle seemed to disappear after flinging Nick away, leaving him spiralling through an endless void. Unfortunately, whatever was doing this to him clearly wasn’t finished. Unable to move his own body as he tumbled through what he could only assume was cyberspace, Nick began to feel a tingling in his scalp. He could only see it out of the corner of his eye, but his hair seemed to be growing longer, and turning red. It clumped itself together into three big bunches, and one smaller one, before it began to merge together, changing from hair into something more like flesh. Something like… tentacles. The undersides of his new tentacles turned white, and the three larger ones grew suckers along the length of them.

The transformation spread downwards, his skin turning cold and slippery, like a sea creature’s. The hair in his eyebrows clumped together, becoming a similar substance to his tentacle hair, while all other hair on his face simply sunk back into him. His nose shrunk down on his face and curved upwards, while his lips shrunk, becoming less visible on his face. Purple markings grew under his eyes, and his irises changed from brown to bright green. While all this was happening, his head reshaped itself, becoming more like an oval.

Nick was only barely aware of what was happening, the spinning in the void sending him into a bit of a stupor. His neck slimmed down as his vocal chords restructured themselves, being made to speak a language that was both foreign to him, but also familiar. His should cracked inwards, giving him a smaller frame. Some of the fat on his arms melted away, becoming somewhat skinny, and they shrunk down to a size more appropriate to a teenager. His hands reshaped themselves to be more slender and feminine, and his nails shrunk down until they just disappeared entirely.

The sleeves of his black t-shirt split off, migrating down to his hands where they became a pair of fingerless gloves. What was left of the shirt grew tighter on his body, and worked its way upward, exposing his stomach. Metal armour grew over the top of his shirt, as his chest began to expand, growing into a small pair of breasts. All Nick could focus on, however, was the small speck of light he seemed to be drifting towards, getting closer as the transformation went on. His waist caved inwards, the excess flesh moving to his hips and butt, which in turn cracked out wider. His spine shrunk down, shortening his torso to match his new arms. A brown belt materialised around his waist, covering up his belly button, which now seemed to vanish entirely.

The fat in his legs redistributed itself, going mostly to his thighs to give his legs a more feminine appearance, before shrinking down like his arms had. His shorts turned black, and shrunk down, becoming skin tight and only reaching down to mid-thigh. This caused some discomfort in the pelvic region, but that was quickly cleared up as his penis shrunk down, inverting inside of him to become some sort of female octopus-like reproductive system. Finally, his feet shrunk down, and became more slender, as his toenails suffered the same fate as his fingernails. To complete the transformation, his sneakers grew upwards, becoming leather and covering most of his calves, as they became the Octoling’s black boots.

The light Nick had been approaching was so close now, it was almost blinding, until suddenly, he fell down onto asphalt with a thud. “[Ow…]” he said to himself, still in a daze and barely even registering his new voice and language. He rubbed his head where he had hit it, feeling the sucker that was there, but mistaking it for a lump that had swollen up from the collision. “[Where am I?]” The place he was in looked vaguely familiar, like he had seen it before but not quite from this angle.

“[There she is!]” Hearing someone else’s voice, Nick turned to the source, only to see what could only be described as an army of Inkling, all carrying various different ink-based weapons, and all looking very angry. This, of course, broke Nick out of his stupor, and sent him into shock at realising his new body. He didn’t have much time for that though, as the Inkling who had shouted before called once more. “[GET HER!]”

With that, the Inklings all charged, all firing their weapons at Nick. All he could do was run. As different colours of ink splashed onto him, he felt the sting of it on his skin, like this substance that just looked like paint was actually life threatening. Thanks to all the ink on the ground, and Nick’s general unfamiliarity with his new body, Nick tripped once again, and watch in terror as he was engulfed by a typhoon of ink. All that was left of him was a little, octopus-like spirit, which drifted away, towards Octo Valley, ready to be respawned and be stuck down in the now-powerless domes the Octolings lived in.

Meanwhile, somewhere far away, a certain sorceress looked smugly through her viewing portal. “Hmph,” she said to herself, “Serves him right for corrupting my save data. Now, let’s see if we can get this fixed.” She waved away the portal, not particularly caring what happened to Nick now, and began to go through her spellbook to see if she had something for broken electronics.

Description
“Haha! Eat it, squid losers!”

Nick was a big fan of Splatoon, but unlike most people, who loved the Inklings, Nick liked the Octolings much more. There was just something about them that, in Nick’s eyes, just made them so much better than the Inklings. He was pretty disappointed when he found out he couldn’t play as them in game. They just seemed so perfect, like they had been made to be playable.

But then, he found it. While trawling through the games data, Nick found that it was actually possible to play as an Octoling! With a few modifications, he was soon splatting his way through online turf wars as an Octoling, using a weapon that hadn’t even been released yet. Nick was having the time of his life right now, but unbeknownst to him, his actions had some serious consequences. People who had left a lobby when playing against his modified Octoling ended up with him in their plaza, corrupting their save data, and one of those people affected by this happened to be a pretty pissed-off sorceress.

It happened pretty suddenly. Just as Nick was leaving a lobby to go buy some new clothes to try out on his Octoling, the TV screen suddenly went white. “What the?” he wondered out loud. He began to feel a slight breeze, which started getting stronger. The wind seemed to be blowing towards the TV, right into it. Papers started to fly off the coffee table, but instead of simply hitting the TV, they seemed to go right into the screen!

Nick decided he wasn’t having any of this. Faster than he thought was possible, Nick dropped the Wii U gamepad on the table, got up off the couch, and ran to the nearest exit of the living room. He didn’t get far though, seemingly tripping just a few steps away from the doorway. Looking back at what he tripped on, Nick screamed as he saw that a giant tentacle was coming out of his TV screen, and had wrapped itself around his ankle. He tried to hold on to the carpet, the table let, anything he could get his hands around, but the tentacle was too strong. With a swift tug, the tentacle disappeared back inside the TV screen, taking Nick with it.

Inside the TV, the tentacle seemed to disappear after flinging Nick away, leaving him spiralling through an endless void. Unfortunately, whatever was doing this to him clearly wasn’t finished. Unable to move his own body as he tumbled through what he could only assume was cyberspace, Nick began to feel a tingling in his scalp. He could only see it out of the corner of his eye, but his hair seemed to be growing longer, and turning red. It clumped itself together into three big bunches, and one smaller one, before it began to merge together, changing from hair into something more like flesh. Something like… tentacles. The undersides of his new tentacles turned white, and the three larger ones grew suckers along the length of them.

The transformation spread downwards, his skin turning cold and slippery, like a sea creature’s. The hair in his eyebrows clumped together, becoming a similar substance to his tentacle hair, while all other hair on his face simply sunk back into him. His nose shrunk down on his face and curved upwards, while his lips shrunk, becoming less visible on his face. Purple markings grew under his eyes, and his irises changed from brown to bright green. While all this was happening, his head reshaped itself, becoming more like an oval.

Nick was only barely aware of what was happening, the spinning in the void sending him into a bit of a stupor. His neck slimmed down as his vocal chords restructured themselves, being made to speak a language that was both foreign to him, but also familiar. His should cracked inwards, giving him a smaller frame. Some of the fat on his arms melted away, becoming somewhat skinny, and they shrunk down to a size more appropriate to a teenager. His hands reshaped themselves to be more slender and feminine, and his nails shrunk down until they just disappeared entirely.

The sleeves of his black t-shirt split off, migrating down to his hands where they became a pair of fingerless gloves. What was left of the shirt grew tighter on his body, and worked its way upward, exposing his stomach. Metal armour grew over the top of his shirt, as his chest began to expand, growing into a small pair of breasts. All Nick could focus on, however, was the small speck of light he seemed to be drifting towards, getting closer as the transformation went on. His waist caved inwards, the excess flesh moving to his hips and butt, which in turn cracked out wider. His spine shrunk down, shortening his torso to match his new arms. A brown belt materialised around his waist, covering up his belly button, which now seemed to vanish entirely.

The fat in his legs redistributed itself, going mostly to his thighs to give his legs a more feminine appearance, before shrinking down like his arms had. His shorts turned black, and shrunk down, becoming skin tight and only reaching down to mid-thigh. This caused some discomfort in the pelvic region, but that was quickly cleared up as his penis shrunk down, inverting inside of him to become some sort of female octopus-like reproductive system. Finally, his feet shrunk down, and became more slender, as his toenails suffered the same fate as his fingernails. To complete the transformation, his sneakers grew upwards, becoming leather and covering most of his calves, as they became the Octoling’s black boots.

The light Nick had been approaching was so close now, it was almost blinding, until suddenly, he fell down onto asphalt with a thud. “[Ow…]” he said to himself, still in a daze and barely even registering his new voice and language. He rubbed his head where he had hit it, feeling the sucker that was there, but mistaking it for a lump that had swollen up from the collision. “[Where am I?]” The place he was in looked vaguely familiar, like he had seen it before but not quite from this angle.

“[There she is!]” Hearing someone else’s voice, Nick turned to the source, only to see what could only be described as an army of Inkling, all carrying various different ink-based weapons, and all looking very angry. This, of course, broke Nick out of his stupor, and sent him into shock at realising his new body. He didn’t have much time for that though, as the Inkling who had shouted before called once more. “[GET HER!]”

With that, the Inklings all charged, all firing their weapons at Nick. All he could do was run. As different colours of ink splashed onto him, he felt the sting of it on his skin, like this substance that just looked like paint was actually life threatening. Thanks to all the ink on the ground, and Nick’s general unfamiliarity with his new body, Nick tripped once again, and watch in terror as he was engulfed by a typhoon of ink. All that was left of him was a little, octopus-like spirit, which drifted away, towards Octo Valley, ready to be respawned and be stuck down in the now-powerless domes the Octolings lived in.

Meanwhile, somewhere far away, a certain sorceress looked smugly through her viewing portal. “Hmph,” she said to herself, “Serves him right for corrupting my save data. Now, let’s see if we can get this fixed.” She waved away the portal, not particularly caring what happened to Nick now, and began to go through her spellbook to see if she had something for broken electronics.