Summary: A terrible new day arises when a tragedy hits the Octonauts, turning Kwazii's life upside down. Now, he must be prepared to take over a major role that he is unprepared for. The entire ocean and its inhabitants is counting on him to bring the Octonauts back together, while he tries to pick up the remaining pieces of his shattered life.

Tags: Tragedy, Sad, Slice of Life & Alternate Universe

Eternal Tears

Prologue

"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY!"

During any other day, Kwazii would never have dared to shout so rudely at anybody, and he would never, ever use such offensive language. Today, however, wasn't any other ordinary day.

He didn't remember how fast he drove the Gup B, or feel any patience from the sea creatures. Occasionally, he would bump on a rock or barely miss any sea creature that were either swimming or minding their own business. He needed to return back to the Octopod now, even if it means barrelling every sea creature, plant or rock. Luckily, almost every sea creature knew what he works as—an octonaut. The blue and white logo was a very familiar sight to the sea creatures, and they highly respected them as they help the ocean's inhabitants in time of need. Either way, the sight of a speeding Gup and the well-known company was more than enough to create a clear path for Kwazii to drive through.

In mere minutes, the Gup barged directly at the octohatch, forcing it to crack open, shaking the octopot. He knew that Tweak would be extremely frustrated to find the Gup and the octohatch damaged, but that didn't matter. He was supposed to be here ages ago! He wasted no time in leaping out of the Gup and yelled at Dashi, who heard the commotion and decided to check it out. She barely even said a word when Kwazii threw daggers at her, "Where is he?"

The dog blinked in confusion.

"The Captain! Tell me where he is right this instant!"

Dashi shot him a disapproving look and shook her head. "I'm afraid the Captain does not want to be disturbed at the moment. You can always visit him later."

"Tell me where he is right now!" Kwazii shouted back, grabbing Dashi by the shoulders violently.

"A-at the s-sick bay with Peso..." Dashi stuttered out, shocked at his outburst.

Kwazii was off like a bullet before anyone could regain their wits and stop him. He went through multiple passageways (whaddya call those, where they slide through the...tubes?). There wasn't any time to waste, not even a split second.

Just when Kwazii was about to charge straight through the door, Someone grabbed his arms. He turned his head around to find a very stern Shellington. "I'm afraid that's as far as you can go Kwazii. The Captain needs his rest. How can he, with all your bickering?"

Kwazii wanted to fight back, but he was worn out, both physically and mentally from the stress of the day. His legs turned jelly as he slowly sinked to the ground.

"C'mon now. Let's get you back to your room to rest." Shellington cooed like a mother comforting her child.

The duo barely even moved a muscle when out of nowhere, a voice spoke, "Kwazii? You're just in time. The Captain wants to see you right away." It was none other than the medic, Peso. The penguin looked worn out, as if he ran a whole ten kilometers without taking a break. Bags were visible under his eyes, and his usual chirpy voice was replaced by a voice that belonged to a elderly. Poor Peso, he must have overworked himself.

Shellington immediiately let go of Kwazii and stepped aside. Kwazii stepped into the sick bay, where a very sickly, yet familiar polar bear lay resting.

"Captain." Kwazii murmured, hoping that he was still awake.

The captain of the Octonauts flickered open his eyes. "Kwazii?" He looked around the room sleepily before his gaze rested on the orange kitten. He forced out a pained smile. "Kwazii!" His voice was weak...strained...

Kwazii grabbed his right paw. "I'm here Captain, and I want to help. Please tell me there's something, anything you want me to do." He begged, holding back another round of sobs.

"You came to see me, that was all I wanted." Barnacles said as he lay back down and stared at the ceiling.

Kwazii shook his head. "No Captain! There has to be something I can do to help you feel better! Please tell me what's wrong." Kwazii was not going to give up, never! Even if it costs his life, who cares? The Captain was more important.

"Kwazii, I am always proud of you, and you're going to make me proud..." Barnacles managed to murmur out.

"No Captain..." Kwazii choked out, his vision blurring with tears.

"I've always been proud of you Kwazii." Barnacles had a smile that somewhat resembled a smirk, however full of radiant, untold joy. He had a faraway look on his eyes—that kind of look when someone is about to pass away. With the last gleam in the rapidly falling eyes, said as happy memories rushed back and turned the last, almost in an inaudible whisper,"You've always made me proud..."

With that, Barnacle's paw turned limp, his eyelids closed, the same, small smile that he wore moments ago was still plastered in his face.

"Captain?"

The polar bear didn't respond.

Kwazii felt a surge of emotions rush into him, as he totally lost it. He broke down, the tears that he held before and the ones that he created spilled out from his eyes uncontrollably as he racked between sobs.

"No! Captain, please wake up! Don't leave me..."

Yes, I know this is a pathetically short chapter, but don't worry. I'll try to make my chapters at least 2000 words long (maybe not).

I always thought that Barnacles would make Kwazii his successor, and I decided to write this.

Hope ya enjoyed this, reviews are gladly appreciated. For ideas and suggestions, please PM me.