You’re the blue inkling, you’ve been invited to Smash Brothers along with a few other inkling and Octoling pals of yours, and you’ve been around for about seven years now. You were relaxing in what was basically a dorm room for the Smash Ultimate Roster when suddenly, Embur kicked the door open, slammed it behind her and stomped over to you and hopped next to you on your bed with the biggest pouty face she could muster. After you bit the bullet and asked what was wrong, she told you that she had been continuously KO’d by the same people, using the same move, in the same arena. You’re now rubbing her tentacle hair as she snuggled on your lap while you both watch Turf Wars in Inkopolis.

“Dumb characters…usin’ their dumb moves on me…” Embur huffs, crossing her arms and retaining her pouty face while watching tv and eating some animal crackers