Ah memories. Edit from a two year old LSS stream. Hosted by @whipple-effect and edited by @mon12key2312

(Disclaimer: Tot, the clone, is my representation of how i imagine a more evil version of Splatatattat’s character, Tat, might not be official to Tot’s personality as a character, Tot could be completely opposite from Tat, also warning, story contains things that Tat would never ever do, enjoy)

  Deep in the caves of Octo Valley, after the most recent raid of the agents, two Octarian scientists wondered around the area. Seeing it in multitudes of two different colors, what remained from the battle were clothes of their splatted soldiers, covered in yellow ink. One of them looks at a set in particular,  different than the rest of the clothes covered in the ink along with a special mask. He knelt down and picked it up. He looked at it, tears forming in his eyes.

 “… Cerina..” he clenched the mask tightly and stood up, his face changing from that of sadness, to one of rage and anger. 

“We’ll get them back for this..” the other scientist said to him. Footsteps behind them is heard as they turn around to see a small octoling wearing a lab coat approach them.

 “Sir, it’s ready.” she said to the scientist, still holding the mask of his splatted daughter. “Collect the ink here.. Time to test out our new clone machine.” he says, the octoling and the other scientist nod and prepared a vacuum like device to extract the yellow ink on the ground. “Don’t worry Cerina… We’ll make them pay for this..” The scientist looks down at his daughter’s mask. “I promise..”

Moments after the yellow ink had been collected, the two scientists and octoling walked back into their cave, deeper and deeper into their underground home, hearing the cries and moans of their collapsing allies. The octoling sighed. 

“Things are getting worse by the day…” she said sadly, the scientist looks at her as the three of them walked. 

“Do we have enough backup electricity to power the machine?” He asked her, the octoling looks at him and nods, “Y-Yes sir, i-it’s enough for only o-one use t-though..” she says, a sinister smile forms on the scientist’s face. “Perfect..”

After several more minutes of walking, they reach the ruins of what once was their lab.

“Put the ink in the machine” The scientist ordered, the octoling and other scientist nod and pour the yellow ink in the machine.

“Start it up..” The octoling flips a switch, turning the machine on.

“Activate it… Now…” The octoling pushes some buttons. The machine makes some noises as it absorbs all the yellow ink, the machine begins to shake violently as smoke starts pouring out around a giant cylinder in the middle of it. The second scientist and the octoling step back as the machine continues to vibrate, shaking the ground a bit.

“Our first, loyal, inkling clone…” the first scientist says as he looks at the machine. The machine continues to shake before confirming the octoling and the second scientist’s fear. The machine exploded as a result of overheating. 

The cylinder remained undamaged. but the rest of the machine was in pieces. The power went out as a result, leaving only emergency lights on. The first scientist looks at the cylinder, it was still filled with smoke. Suddenly it opened up. The smoke pours from the cylinder spreading around the whole room. Something stepped out from inside the cylinder. Short wisps in the front, long tentacles tied in the back. But it didn’t appear to be a normal inkling as it had a dorsal fin on the top of it’s head. The smoke cleared up, revealing that the Inkling was a male.

The scientist grinned. “What is your name?” he asked the clone, the clone didn’t respond. The scientist glared at him. “I asked you what your name is..” He said again, now getting a bit annoyed at the clone. He then walked up the the clone and shouted: “ I ORDER YOU TO GIVE ME YOUR NAME-” 

Before he could finish the sentence, the clone grabbed his neck and held tight, lifting him up off the ground. The octoling and second scientist gasped at the sight. The first scientist tried to pry himself free, only making the clone tighten his grip. The more he struggled the tighter it got, until he finally blacked out from lack of oxygen. The clone releases the scientist, letting him fall to the ground. The clone then starts laughing. A very low, malevolent, laughter. He turned his attention towards the other two huddled on the ground. They both try to crawl away, hoping to escape this… this…. monster. The octoling looks back to see the clone inhale deeply, then release a loud echo shout. The shout sent a massive shockwave through the cave, knocking the two through the window. The shout could be heard throughout the entire valley.

After ensuring that he was now alone, the clone closed his eyes as memories of a female, yellow colored inkling flowed through his head.

“… Tat.. Huh..” He said as he looked around, then he examined  himself. “Tat… Enemy.. Need… New…. Name….” The clone thought for a moment and looked around the room. He saw the letters, T, O, and T in that order a couple of the machines around him.

“… Tot…. New Name… Tot…” he said as he walked out of the cave. He looked around and saw the remaining clothes from the splatted octolings. He closed his eyes again as a scene of his target, Tat, and some other inklings battling them played through his mind. He picked up some clothes as he realized it was probably wise to not be bare skin. He put the clothes on and picked the goggles up off the floor.

 “Whatever…” he said as he walked off, dropping the goggles back onto the floor. 

“Time to exterminate Tat. Must find Inkopolis..” He said, his inkish getting better by the second. As he walked further from the cave he could see octoling soldiers surrounding the the path. He looked back and found an ink tank and an octoshot.

“Weapon acquired..” he said as he went more towards the exit, the soldiers aim at the empty cave, ready to shoot anything that comes out of it. Tot held out his hand and a splat bomb appeared, his ink a dark shade of yellow. He threw it at the crowd. The octolings saw the bomb coming their way and scattered. Most managed to dodge, some weren’t as lucky and were immediately splatted. Tot ran out and started mercilessly splatting the soldiers with the greatest of ease, without a second thought. After the final octoling was nothing more than a puddle pf purple, he continued on his way, to find his target, the Inkling known as Agent Joy, Tat.

  END OF PART 1

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