Your eyes flicker open. Something feels… weird. Your body feels lighter, more flexible, yet somehow not human.

You groan and stretch, but when your hands reach your head, they brush against something soft and… squid-like?

Your heart pounds as you scramble to a mirror.

Oh no.

Green tentacle-like hair. Inkling features. Pointed ears. The reflection staring back at you isn’t yours—it’s Marie’s.

The Marie. From Splatoon.

A million questions rush through your mind, but before you can even begin to process this, you hear footsteps approaching.

"Hey, you awake? I’m coming in."

Your door swings open. Your roommate freezes mid-step, eyes wide.

"Uh… dude? Why do you look like Marie from Splatoon?"

They blink. You blink. Silence.

What now?