Hey ya'll! Okay, I know people wanted a sequel. To be honest, I wasn't really considering making one. Until a certain author, *cough* *cough* Keiko *cough* *cough* persuaded me to make one, so since I said I wasn't making any more stories solo, she happily agreed to help.
So a special shout-out goes to her!
Thank ya, Keiko!
Obviously we don't own Penguins of Madagascar.
Enjoy!
Confessions
Book Two: Villains Unite
Written by: hipturtle15
Co-Written by: KeikoDa'Kitteh
Prologue
Private swiftly dodged the flurry of scattered attacks as much as he could while Blowhole let his balled fists rain down. The petite penguin looked around as quick as he could, and spotted an eraser on the silver panel; Private launched himself onto the utensil and grabbed it. As Blowhole got ready to throw another blow, Private flung himself above the enemy and dropped the eraser in his blowhole. The dolphin instantly stopped and tried to grab it, but he couldn't. Private was knocked back down onto the panel and landed on something tiny and round.
"Self-destruct in five seconds," A female voice rang out. Red lights flashed around; he grunted and smacked Private with the back of his flipper. The youth was knocked into the glass and it shattered, the shards, and the terrified penguin, both plummeted towards the warehouse's concrete flooring.
Blowhole was knocked out as well and began his slow decent that would certainly lead to his doom, his light purple pod falling at least a yard behind him as he screamed in agony. The burning wreckage plummeted closer and closer to the ground and soon enough, Blowhole hit the dry ground, an intense white flash of pain in his right flipper as most of his body began to peel away, revealing bloody red flesh.
He blinked his robotic eye and then realized the crimson lens was cracked, his vision going blurry. The injured blue dolphin weakly lifted his head only to see three hazy figures. He could barely make out two identical walrus', one bigger than the other and a single still leopard seal lying on its stomach, all three mammals intently staring down at his scorched form.
"Rhonda dear, take care of this poor creature," The larger walrus muttered, turning to face the shorter one.
The larger walrus' skin was rough and rugged, both visually and texture wise, and pale scars littered his body, specifically one across his face. The large scar crossed his right eye, taking up most of that side of his face, but a dark eye patch sealed it from full view. His single visible eye was a blazing hazel, though at the same time a bright orange hue. But the most intriguing part about this large mammal, were his tusks, his nonexistent tusks to be exact. Instead, they were replaced them with sharp kitchen knives which reflected off the deadly fire in the background, causing them to look even more menacing than before.
"Yes, father," his daughter replied with an emotionless expression, her muddy brown eyes scanning over the blue dolphin as he cringed.
"General, why can't we just put this guy out of his misery?" he asked as if he wanted to be the one to do it. The military walrus held up a huge wrinkled flipper to silence the seal.
The seal's empty black eyes almost narrowed out of boredom. His pale grey spots littered his silky black skin and crystal white stomach. A single scar ran up his spine, almost tracing the single bone.
"Because, Dagger, this is the evil Dr. Blowhole, I'm sure with some patching up he'll be fine. And besides, he'll make a perfect addition to our team," he said with a devious smirk. All the evil genius wanted to do was to be able to speak to them, but the words got caught in his throat and he was numbed with pain. Then, just like that, he blacked out; his last image was of the mysterious male walrus...