Soooo I know, I should probably be working on the FOUR other stories I've got going, but this is one of those irritating plot-bunnies that won't get out of the way until I write it out in oneshot form. Oh, BTW, both Liz and Keila are penguins in this story, I hope to do a full story where they're transfers pretty soon, but until then this is all I've got. I'm hoping you'll enjoy, but even if you don't, please review and tell me what I did wrong, just in a slightly kind manner, please. P.S. Keila is full property of xXxPOMROXMAHSOXGIRL227xXx
Liz POV:
Today was cleaning day in HQ, the one day out of the year we just have at it and clean EVERYTHING, not just the main floor. Many people don't know this, but the HQ actually has both a teensy attic, and a large basement. I myself didn't know until last year's cleaning spree.
I was put on attic and window cleaning duty, and as it was the larger job, I started on the attic first. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to me, Kowalski and Keila had been stockpiling some of their failed inventions up there, so as soon as I climbed up, my flipper was sliced almost to the bone by a large shard of metal from one of the recently-exploded machines.
"FUCK! Owwww..." I complained. I heard Rico snigger loudly downstairs, and I jumped a little bit, sending a shower of dust down to where I had heard him.
"Awww..." I laughed under my breath and got to work, ignoring the bloody flipper-prints I was leaving everywhere. I knew that if anyone were to come up here but me, they would think someone had been murdered. I launched into my work, unrolling the heavy-duty canvas bag I was to put garbage into, since a plastic bag wouldn't hold up to the rigors of having razor sharp shards of metal pressed into it. Unfortunately, every time I would touch one of the inventions, it would explode a little bit more, adding to my large collections of burns, bruises, and cuts. Every one of them came with a free cuss word, and soon I had expended my english cursing dictionary, so I started on my spanish, then french. I hope that tells you just how many FREAKING INVENTIONS were in that tiny little attic. Sometimes, there would be chain reactions, one after the other breaking into tiny little pieces in a burst of flames. Luckily, nothing caught on fire, except, UNluckily, myself.
I was soon done with my grueling work, just as I got into the Russian curses. I gritted my teeth and started hauling some of the bags over to the exit, throwing them onto the concrete floor noisily, not really caring where they landed. I then jumped down myself, careful not to land on the large pile of bags below me, and looked around. The HQ was surprisingly empty, since everyone else was probably done with their work and out walking around. I went to Kowalski's lab, knowing that's probably where I would find the glass cleaner and some paper towels, and just as I opened the door, I saw he and Keila making out wildly in the middle of the floor. They didn't even notice as I stood, shell-shocked, in the doorway. I slowly closed the door, turning around to see Skipper staring at me curiously.
"Well, that was awkward."
"What was?"
"You don't even want to know."
Like I said, plot-bunnies are taking over my brain!