Splatoon Manga Various x Modern! Otaku! Reader [DISCONTINUED]

I'm fucking here!

"Everyone is here at Inkopolis!"
"For today is the long awaited day.."

What the fuckity-fuck.

You didn't understand a fuckity thing.

You looked around you.

You were standing.

Your pupils zipped around, darting around, searching for answers— as they'll obviously jump to you from some random direction.

Your eyes soon landed on a familiar one.
Sheldon.

You stared in awe.

He noticed you.

"Is something wrong?"

"Ah, not really," You sheepishly responded, still looking around. Eh? This is Ammo Knights— right? What the hell..? Some cosplayers? But— this art style and—

"You just zoned out so,"
You ignored the midget, still looking around, walking around— it was weird. Really weird.

Ah, wait... Last time I was on my WiiU (cause I still play the original for kicks) I was here. Here, at Ammo Knights.

So... This must be a dream.
No it can't— it just too real...

Regardless, you were going to enjoy yourself.

'So, I'm in the Splatoon video game... The origi—'

"To decide who is the number one at turf war, it's the Corocoro Cup!"

'Scrap that, the manga.'
'Or the manga universe?'

*le gasp*

You gasped in realization.
I CAN MEET THE FUCKING S4!

Wait...
If the CoroCoro Cup has just been announced then—

"Hey, uh Sheldon, why is barely anyone in here?"

"Well, currently— gah! Hey! That's Rider!"

Your eyes quickly followed the midgets.

MY FUCKING GOD YEES

Let's just say you were having trouble containing your inner fangirl.

You wasted no time— quickly getting the hell outta Ammo Knights.

'Bitch, I'm fiine with my (f/w),'

When you left, you caught a glimpse of the idiot team themselves— the blue team.

You almost died.

Goggles noticed you, and you, wanting to befriend the blue team, smiled.

It was then you noticed you weren't any  inkling.

No no no, you were your inkling.
Your gear, rank, was the same as in your game. You had (f/c) tentacles, and (s/c) skin. Your username however, had somehow become your name, (Y/n).

You smiled, looking at dat buttiful 'S' rank you had worked hard to earn.

'Hey hey, I should be in the S4 or something...'

WAIT FUCK
RIDEERRR

You swiftly looked towards the blue team, they would play reference in finding the crowd around Rider.

Then you saw it.

No, not Rider you idiot.

The crowd.