A Club Penguin Fanfic

By Page Galaxy

*DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING.*

Hello, fellow fictionists. I am new to creating and sharing my own fanfictions, although I have frequented this site for a long time reading the works of others. I finally rose to the challenge to create something I loved and had the courage to share. I cannot believe that the first post was on Club Penguin, as much as I love it. I read more sci-fi as it is.

Meanwhile, I hope you thoroughly enjoy my little one-shot on Sensei and Gary meeting. There may be a second, so report back soon for any updates. Agent PG out.

Gary trudged up the frozen mountain steps. They were unnaturally cold, it seemed, compared to the normally frosty temperatures of Club Penguin. He made his way to the large silver-plated doors and looked up. They were elegant, but simple, just like the Penguin who was known for living here.

Gary was about to pull open the doors when a swift wind picked up from inside and caused the doors to open on their own. A little perplexed, G continued through to the main hall.

There he saw a lone penguin sweeping the floors. He was grey and aged with long silver hair coming from beneath his beak and under a straw-sewn hat. He wore a dark grey robe with a wrap and belt, along with some strap sandals. The Penguin noted his presence and turned around from his work. All the students had departed for the day.

"Greetings young fellow. What brings you here to my humble abode?" the penguin asked.

"Hello Sensei, I was looking for someone, but it appears your students have returned home for the weekend," G replied calmly.

"Not all of them, Grasshopper. There still remains one student here, and I believe he is the one of whom you seek."

"No one is here, sir. We are alone.."

"We are here, and that is all that matters," the old bird mused.

Sensei looked as though he was going to stop sweeping, but then he rose and flipped the broom over his head, he turned to face Gary, and then Gary was on the floor.

"Uh!"

"I believe you are truly looking for yourself, young master," Sensei said deeply.

G was shocked. This had not been what he meant at all. He was searching for Jet Pack Guy, as he was supposed to be helping him with a latest experiment. JPG was nowhere to be found, and the Dojo had been Gary's last resort. He would not answer his phone, so Gary figured something was wrong and went looking for him.

Now he was here, with a Sensei who was trying to teach him to find himself. But he knew who he was! He was Gary the Gadget Guy, as others liked to coin him. The idea stuck with him after a while.

Still blinking on the floor, G stood and brushed himself off. He wanted to tell the guy that he was not here for those things, but of course, his natural curiosity got the better of him.

"Find.. myself?" G asked, almost stupidly. He was nervous, an emotion he hadn't felt so strongly since the close bet with the science fair a few years ago.

"Of course, Grasshopper. One must become a master of their inner selves before they can master the forces around them," Sensei spoke with his wise words. Out of any penguins on the entire island, Gary understood him.

Others could not comprehend his expressions when he spoke in a professional, extensive manner. They couldn't understand him and his scientific language, and probably couldn't figure Sensei out either. But he understood Sensei perfectly, and even began to loosen up.

"I had a schedule to keep, but.."

"But what?" the Grey one echoed, curious himself, although he already knew what was coming.

"I could stay for a while, if you'll accept my company," Gary suggested modestly.

"I will have you, 'Gary,' and your training begins immediately."

"Training to find myself..?"

"Ah, so you choose the path towards the inner self, do you? Well, before these lessons can come, you must do something for me," Sensei hummed, turning back to his broom and leaning it against the wall.

G was going to remember that broom trick..

"Yes. What is it that you need?" G asked politely.

"I need you to have these walls spotless for when I return. I am headed to town, a trip for me not often made. When the sun sets behind the horizon line, then I shall return."

He picked up a randomly placed basket and waddled through the gates, then the doors, and then disappeared on the stairs.

"Clean the walls? Hmn, sure sounds specific. I have an idea that might work, though," G began to brainstorm.

The sun was halfway to the horizon point when G finished his latest and quickest invention. It was a window washer prototype, but he modified it to wash walls and floors instead of just glass.

He took a deep breath and fired up the machine, measuring 10 drops of hot sauce for precautions, watching it come alive.

The machine was constructed of towels and a mechanical hand, some panels, gears, soap, water, a buffer, and a shining rag.

It worked perfectly. The entirety of the contraption had worked harmoniously to clean every inch of the areas directed, which was the majority of the Dojo itself, save some mats, decor and wooden beams.

By the end of another two hours, the walls were done, and in brilliant condition. The sky still had some time, so G figured he would just start sweeping the floor, as he had seen Sensei doing that morning.

Sensei returned a couple of hours later to find spotless, glittering walls and windows, a machine in the corner of the room, and a snoozing Gary leaning against the wall. He almost chuckled at the sight of the young inventor finally letting his guard down.

Letting his guard down, eh?

Sensei began to examine the floors. He realized this young fellow had done more than the walls. He had completely perfected the place. Top to bottom, not a scuff on the floor, and not a hot sauce stain in sight. He was mildly impressed at the handiwork.

Something about this Penguin was different, as he had slightly inferred from the beginning.

A few minutes later, Gary began to stir. He had had his arms crossed to his chest and his back against the wall with his circular spectacles resting on the bridge of his beak. He opened his eyes to find the Sensei sitting peacefully in front of him, watching him.

Back to his analytically consistent state of mind, G mentally panicked.

How long has he been watching me? Gary wondered to himself uneasily. His face did not become disrupted or troubled, but a slight blush began to burn on his cheeks as he thought.

"Good to see you awake, young fellow. I see you have tidied the entire facility."

"Um.. yes, I did. Cleaning the walls did not take long," G formly admitted.

"I see.. However, while this is an improvement to the estate, it is not specifically what I asked. I asked you to clean the walls. While they are clean, I do not believe you did so alone. You had received, or built mechanical assistance. You did not do it on your own. Not to mention, I asked for only the walls to be clean. The floor was not spoken of, although I appreciate your intentions," Sensei corrected.

"Oohh.." was all Gary could make out, totally lost in thought and a little embarrassed. He did still feel a tad bit accomplished for the outcome of the success of his work.

"It is late, Grasshopper. You must journey home and rest. We will continue lessons, same venue and appointment as today, starting next week. By then, your visits will become more frequent," Sensei stated.

Looking out the window and up into the evening atmosphere, Gary turned to leave.

"I will go. Thank you for your lesson, Sensei.." G replied to his master's silence humbly, exiting.

As soon as the wooden doors closed, the Grey one began to meditate. As uncommonly done, the bearded bird smiled at the thought of seeing this particular student again. He would teach this one not only the master of the elements, but also of the mastery of himself and efficiency.

He glanced toward the full-proof machine in the back.

Hmm, a 'Gadget Guy' indeed.