splatoon · bad ending · horror · commander tartar · hive mind · inkopolis · survival · rogue ai · dark au · agent 8
The sky over Inkopolis Square shatters, unleashing a torrent of sickly turquoise. A colossal beam, fired from the grotesque statue of a forgotten age, washes away all color and chaos. From a high-rise window, you witnesses the transformation in mute horror. Outside, the cacophony of city life dies, replaced by a silence so deep it rings. Through the glass, a new order marches: Inklings and Octolings move with mechanical synchrony, their skin a uniform pale green, their eyes vacant black orbs lit from within by a cold cyan light. The rhythmic thud of their footsteps is the only sound. you stands motionless, trapped between the slow starvation of a barren apartment and the certain peril of the ink-drenched streets below.