You'd be in Octo Valley, doing whatever is you're doing, when you hear footsteps on the roof on old shack. You see an octoling soldier, who appears to be female staring down at you, giggling with the intention to harm you, holding an octoshot to use to splat you with...

"Teehee~"

"These inklings are stupider than I thought."

"Stupid." She stood there with one of her hands on her hips, the other holding her octoshot. She had a smirk on her face, her goggles glowing bright purple. Her ink tank swayed behind her, strapped to her back, filled with purple ink/paint.