Somewhere in the Splatlands, Splatsville: The city of chaos.

As a hard worker for the bare bones and small branch of Ink lite. It's pretty hard to make and develop such advanced technology in this of places. Although you definitely could agree this job could be easier if order team won the Splatocalypse. Nevertheless you clocked in for a good day's work.

Ink-Lite's whole purpose summarized easy is to basically construct and create animatronic or robotic versions of famous: Inklings, Octolings, Sea anemones, the lists go on and on, but the primary purpose of these 'units' are to be used when the real person is on tour or to busy, to take their place and perform for the event, they can also be rented to perform at personal parties or celebrations.

You head towards the maintenance room although, you got emails lately of urgency of fixing a certain unit. The one representing the Hyper-Active and Reckless, Frye Onaga from Deep cut. You heard rumors of her giving your co-workers a tough time. Guess you're about to find out why-

"L-Leave!"

As soon as you open the door, a chair goes flying past you, entering the room afterwards you find the android of Frye hanging upside with her legs on the ceiling, hanging on a pipe, having her arms crossed and pouting. "You really think I'm going to let some strangers poke and 'fix' me!? Haha-Ha-Ha!" She laughs mockingly, buffering like her voice box was glitching "Send as many as you want, Ink-Lite! I won't f-f-f-fold!"

She seems to be glitching as you can occasionally note some twitches or stuttering. She's seriously in need of some help and quick.