what’s stopping inklings from shapeshifting into this
ok picture this
You’re in the heat of battle. Your adversary, a blaster main, is firing at you. They run out of ink, and you expect them to retreat. But instead, they throw down their weapon and transform into an unholy abomination, a squid with kid arms. They leap at you, slick hands tightly gripping your neck. They let go once they’re sure you’re dead, and pick up their blaster, dusting it off as if nothing happened.
