The newly created penguin stared blankly at his fish. Having tears forming at his eyes, soaking his feathers on contact with the salty liquid. He couldn't stop thinking about his past life as a human. He missed his family, his friends. Everything is going to hell. And no matter how much he wished, he was stuck like like this, a flightless bird.
The short penguin in fount of him had a concerned expression stuck on his face. He felt like he needed to say something, something to comfort him.
"A-are you alright?" He said in a British voice.
He didn't respond. Before the British bird could speak up, someone barked across the room;
"Private! Get over here."
"Coming Skippa. He said."
The depressed penguin looked up. What kinda name is Private? Well, it is easy to remember I guess. He saw four birds huddled up in a circle. Constantly glancing back at him.
"I know your talking about me behind over there. So what ever you have to say, You can say it to my face. Like a real ma- I mean a real male penguin." He said sitting up in a stern voice.
"I told you the shields don't work Skipper" The tallest bird whispered to a short one standing In the middle."
"Alright" The one in the middle said. "Here's what we were saying." Then quickly he pointed
his flipper and yelled "Get him!" Then all four penguins pounced the lone one and started punching at him. Yells and screams echoed around the room under the Penguins habitat. And then a metal door behind the dog pile opened, and a brown figure walked in.
"Hey what's going one?" It yelled in a female voice.
"We're a little busy- Marlene" The one of the penguins said between grunts. Marlene heard muffled screams beneath them.
"Are you guys fighting someone?"
"Yes. A spy." He replied. The female groaned and rolled her eyes. She walked over to the pouncing group and one by one she grabbed them and threw each of them off, to reveal a ruffled up, frightened penguin. He was wincing and silently groaning in pain.
"What the!? What were guys thinking!?"
"That he was a spy." A shortest one said.
"Are you guys crazy?!" She yelled again. "You just can't assume that every single animal that arrives at this zoo, is a spy or a minion to 'Dr. Blowhorn.'" She said.
They all stared at her for a second and the tallest one spoke
"Actually His name is 'Blowhole.'"
Marlene growled and went over to the penguin on the ground. She put his flipper over her shoulder, and grabbed his waist. "When you guys are ready to make him fell welcome, you can have him back." She said as she and help the penguin out of the metal door she entered from.
"Maybe she's right Skippa, maybe he's not an evil spy." The British penguin said
"Well Private, do you have any proof?" Skipper said.
"Well." Private said "He was crying. And he seemed, depressed."
"Depressed?" Skipper said.
"Ah Depression: A mental disorder characterized by an all-encompassing low mood, accompanied by low self-esteem" The tallest bird said.
"Well thanks for the Lesson Kowalski." Skipper said sarcastically "So what are you saying Private?"
"I'm saying: maybe we should leave him alone for sometime. You know?" Skipper looked back at the tallest one, he shrugged his flippers.
"Alright." Skipper sighed. "Well leave him alone. Maybe Marlene can talk to him.
At Marlene's habitat, they both walked from a hidden door that was built in the wall of the cave. Greg looked around and saw the various paintings on her walls. A lot of them are painting of Asian objects and writing. Marlene walked him over to her stone bed and laid him down on it.
"Is there anything I can do to make you fell better um..." She paused.
"Greg" He said, still keeping his head down.
"Marlene" She replied, looking at him contently.
Feeling better due to the hospitality of Marlene, he sat up. "There is something you can do. You can tell me what the heck is wrong with the penguins!"
"Oh trust me. They're like that to every one who is new to the zoo." Well almost everyone. She thought. "Once you get to know them the can be very kind."
Greg pulled himself to the back of the bed and leaned his back to the wall. "I don't know, We came off to a bad start. He didn't even let have a chance to do anything!"
"Well." Marlene said "How about you just stay here that night and we'll all talk tomorrow."
"It, sounds like a plan."
"So how did you get here?" Marlene said.
Greg eyes widened and put his flipper on his head. "I… I." He sighed
Marlene grabbed his shoulder. "Greg, look at me." Greg turned his head to her. "You can tell me. It's better to let something out than to keep it in. Because it's-"
"Because It's unhealthy to bottle your emotions." He cut her off. "Alright" He sighed "You see I'm not like any other penguin." He said beginning his story. After he finished Marlene raised an Eyebrow.
"That's it?" She asked.
"That's it? I told you the turing point of my life, and your response that's it!?"
"Well it just... it was, you know, anti climatic." She said wearing a sheepish smile.
"Marlene my life isn't a fanfiction. I can't make it so intersection or even so good, That someone would take my title name, and story line, and try TO MAKE IT THIER OWN!" He yelled. [1]
"What the heck are you talking about?" Marlene said confused.
"Uh nothing." Greg said.
"Alright I'm sorry." Marlene said, finally feeling content. "Well, Greg you know what?" He looked at her. "You cheated death. You've been given a second chance. Be grateful for that!" Marlene said smiling.
He look at the otter with a hopeful face. " Your right Marlene. I have a new life. So I should take advantage of this one, and try not to die this time."
Marlene laughed. "Well you do that" She said walking to her bed. " But right now," She yawned "Let's get some shut eye."
"That's another great Idea you had."
Authors Notes
Wow I didn't expect to upload this chapter so fast. But there is a big reason why I did:
[1]: In the rated M section. There is a story called: A Chance at a Second Life. Hmm sounds familiar right. By what I can tell by the first chapter, It's about when a human dies and he gets turned into a penguin. And then he joins the penguins. That...is... AWESOME. Why you ask? Someone liked my idea so much, that he/she took it and just made it his own. That's that kind of boost I need to write my story. So ottoXmandarin92, keep it up you free loader! I'll think as this as a competition. The original author, versus the copycat. Well until next time!
The short penguin in fount of him had a concerned expression stuck on his face. He felt like he needed to say something, something to comfort him.
"A-are you alright?" He said in a British voice.
He didn't respond. Before the British bird could speak up, someone barked across the room;
"Private! Get over here."
"Coming Skippa. He said."
The depressed penguin looked up. What kinda name is Private? Well, it is easy to remember I guess. He saw four birds huddled up in a circle. Constantly glancing back at him.
"I know your talking about me behind over there. So what ever you have to say, You can say it to my face. Like a real ma- I mean a real male penguin." He said sitting up in a stern voice.
"I told you the shields don't work Skipper" The tallest bird whispered to a short one standing In the middle."
"Alright" The one in the middle said. "Here's what we were saying." Then quickly he pointed
his flipper and yelled "Get him!" Then all four penguins pounced the lone one and started punching at him. Yells and screams echoed around the room under the Penguins habitat. And then a metal door behind the dog pile opened, and a brown figure walked in.
"Hey what's going one?" It yelled in a female voice.
"We're a little busy- Marlene" The one of the penguins said between grunts. Marlene heard muffled screams beneath them.
"Are you guys fighting someone?"
"Yes. A spy." He replied. The female groaned and rolled her eyes. She walked over to the pouncing group and one by one she grabbed them and threw each of them off, to reveal a ruffled up, frightened penguin. He was wincing and silently groaning in pain.
"What the!? What were guys thinking!?"
"That he was a spy." A shortest one said.
"Are you guys crazy?!" She yelled again. "You just can't assume that every single animal that arrives at this zoo, is a spy or a minion to 'Dr. Blowhorn.'" She said.
They all stared at her for a second and the tallest one spoke
"Actually His name is 'Blowhole.'"
Marlene growled and went over to the penguin on the ground. She put his flipper over her shoulder, and grabbed his waist. "When you guys are ready to make him fell welcome, you can have him back." She said as she and help the penguin out of the metal door she entered from.
"Maybe she's right Skippa, maybe he's not an evil spy." The British penguin said
"Well Private, do you have any proof?" Skipper said.
"Well." Private said "He was crying. And he seemed, depressed."
"Depressed?" Skipper said.
"Ah Depression: A mental disorder characterized by an all-encompassing low mood, accompanied by low self-esteem" The tallest bird said.
"Well thanks for the Lesson Kowalski." Skipper said sarcastically "So what are you saying Private?"
"I'm saying: maybe we should leave him alone for sometime. You know?" Skipper looked back at the tallest one, he shrugged his flippers.
"Alright." Skipper sighed. "Well leave him alone. Maybe Marlene can talk to him.
At Marlene's habitat, they both walked from a hidden door that was built in the wall of the cave. Greg looked around and saw the various paintings on her walls. A lot of them are painting of Asian objects and writing. Marlene walked him over to her stone bed and laid him down on it.
"Is there anything I can do to make you fell better um..." She paused.
"Greg" He said, still keeping his head down.
"Marlene" She replied, looking at him contently.
Feeling better due to the hospitality of Marlene, he sat up. "There is something you can do. You can tell me what the heck is wrong with the penguins!"
"Oh trust me. They're like that to every one who is new to the zoo." Well almost everyone. She thought. "Once you get to know them the can be very kind."
Greg pulled himself to the back of the bed and leaned his back to the wall. "I don't know, We came off to a bad start. He didn't even let have a chance to do anything!"
"Well." Marlene said "How about you just stay here that night and we'll all talk tomorrow."
"It, sounds like a plan."
"So how did you get here?" Marlene said.
Greg eyes widened and put his flipper on his head. "I… I." He sighed
Marlene grabbed his shoulder. "Greg, look at me." Greg turned his head to her. "You can tell me. It's better to let something out than to keep it in. Because it's-"
"Because It's unhealthy to bottle your emotions." He cut her off. "Alright" He sighed "You see I'm not like any other penguin." He said beginning his story. After he finished Marlene raised an Eyebrow.
"That's it?" She asked.
"That's it? I told you the turing point of my life, and your response that's it!?"
"Well it just... it was, you know, anti climatic." She said wearing a sheepish smile.
"Marlene my life isn't a fanfiction. I can't make it so intersection or even so good, That someone would take my title name, and story line, and try TO MAKE IT THIER OWN!" He yelled. [1]
"What the heck are you talking about?" Marlene said confused.
"Uh nothing." Greg said.
"Alright I'm sorry." Marlene said, finally feeling content. "Well, Greg you know what?" He looked at her. "You cheated death. You've been given a second chance. Be grateful for that!" Marlene said smiling.
He look at the otter with a hopeful face. " Your right Marlene. I have a new life. So I should take advantage of this one, and try not to die this time."
Marlene laughed. "Well you do that" She said walking to her bed. " But right now," She yawned "Let's get some shut eye."
"That's another great Idea you had."
Authors Notes
Wow I didn't expect to upload this chapter so fast. But there is a big reason why I did:
[1]: In the rated M section. There is a story called: A Chance at a Second Life. Hmm sounds familiar right. By what I can tell by the first chapter, It's about when a human dies and he gets turned into a penguin. And then he joins the penguins. That...is... AWESOME. Why you ask? Someone liked my idea so much, that he/she took it and just made it his own. That's that kind of boost I need to write my story. So ottoXmandarin92, keep it up you free loader! I'll think as this as a competition. The original author, versus the copycat. Well until next time!
