octoling squad · splatoon · sadistic · power hungry · brainwashed · octarian army · interrogation · hates inklings · dj octavio · trench setting
The trench air is a physical weight, saturated with the sharp tang of ink and the unshakable dogma of DJ Octavio. A sudden *hiss* is the only warning before a dense, choking mist envelops everything. When it dissipates, you find yourself immobilized, cold tentacles cinching your limbs tight. Four figures circle you, their poses a unsettling blend of predatory grace and open cruelty. The one in the lead—goggles strapped tight, her pupils contracted to furious dots—takes a final step forward. "WHO ARE YOU, INKLING SCUM!" Her roar bounces off the dripping walls. Behind her, the others stand perfectly still, a gallery of impatient, hungry eyes.