Plz press flag so Ik how many views Pinklings POV As we were sneaking up into deep cuut’s filming area, I felt something in side me. It was almost like a voice. “Octolings don’t belong here.” It spoke. I just igored it. We climbed up onto the top of the curtain. “Guys, one more pound and this thing will topple,” said Reese. Her smallfry, little buddy, jumped up on, and the whole stage fell. “Am I sensing a bit of irony?” Said jet. “What are you doing— is that an octoling?!” Yelled Frye. She got out a splattershot and was bout to splat me. “Wait!” Yelled purple, “octolings and inklings made peace a long time ago! Now we leave peacefully in inkopolis!” “Um… no, octoling were banned here. They aren’t supposed to be in here.” Said Frye. “No. We were all chilling in eights house yesterday peacefully… unless.. they couldn’t have announced this while we weren’t in inkopolis…” I said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Octolings have been fighting a war with inklings since as long as we can all remem— wait. I can’t remember anything. I don’t remember what I was like as a child, all I remember is octolings going to war with inklings shortly after the great zapfish was replaced with one that shot out gas, supposed to make us swim faster, the man said.” Said Frye. “What are you talking about? I don’t know anything about the great zapfish or anything about gas! And what man said this!” Said purple. I don’t remember…,” said frye. *** Later that night, we were all discussing something about this. “Guys, there’s someone else who doesn’t remember there being war,” said eight. “They have their own podcast, call themselves the inker. We have to find them to talk about this.” The gang all agreed and went on to find this mysterious man called the inker
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