The Splatoon's New Old Recruits

Emily and their friend, through time portal, dimensional rift, or whathaveyou being transported into Octo Canyon, just in time for the usual crisis affair, finding some fresh hats, and a snazzy new phone.

A mysterious old man spoke through, ordering them to help with the situation. Feeling helpful, they accepted their mission, not realising they had sealed their fate and eventual transformation.

Finding difficulty to complete missions for a while, using borrowed equipment and spare ink tanks- the pelting of ink they recieved didn't seem to harm them much, though the constant coatings were starting to change their appearance and clothes, shrinking them down, giving their skin a more oily finish- even their hair became thicker, more a solid unit, more a part of themselves.

Soon the ink began to start to hurt when it hit them, but they were getting better, more able to dodge and use the ink to their advantage, able to recover it themselves- soon becoming perfectly natural for them as they drew ever closer to their finished forms.

Until, the day was saved, Octavio lying defeated once more thanks to a inky clobbering and musical performance by the reunited squid sisters. Snapping a fresh picture of their win for their gramps and readying themselves for the next splatfest.