1 – Fish bait
How's it going people? Alexander Pushkin here with his latest story, it's basically a "Saw" franchise crossover, with Skipper in the spotlight. Enjoy!
Darkness, and a terrible headache, the eyelids slowly begin to part and your optical receptors are showered with a stream of photons. As the view changes from 1st person to 3rd, you see a black and white figure stand up. It's none other than Skipper.
He's confused at first and begins looking around, ˝Where the heck am I?˝ He scanned the room he's in. '2 by 2 by 2 meters of glass. A perfect cube,' he approached one of the walls, ˝I'm… underwater? But how did I get here?˝ He took another look around and spotted something on the ground; a hammer and a tape recorder.
He quickly waddled over to the later and picked it up. The captain immediately noticed the cassette already inside and pressed the play button.
"*Static*… Hello Skipper. I want to play a game. You've led a great life. You have a team that stands by your side in every of your so called missions. But you've always been held back by laws, rules and ethics. Today I offer you the chance to change all that. I hereby vest upon you the power of judge, jury and executioner. But be careful, with great power comes great responsibility.
Your first test is simple. The room in which you are located contained 443 gallons of oxygen in the beginning. By now those reserves have halved. You'll have to get out. The hammer will provide the escape path, but be warned. The waters you'll find yourself in won't be as hospitable as me. Good luck.˝
Skipper hit the stop button and then a huge shadow passed him. He looked up and saw the outlines of a shark. He smirked, ˝Oh really, is that the best you can do?˝ the bird walked over to the hammer and picked it up. He only lightly tapped the glass, creating a crack that began spreading due to the water pressure.
The wall soon gave way and a huge stream of water hit the penguin. He fought the current and after taking a last breath, he climbed out of the box into the pool. He looked around and noticed, that the pool was fairly deep, about 10 meters. 'Chick's (like child's) play, now where are those sharks?' he spun around in the water, but saw nothing.
Suddenly, a sharp pain, in his abdomen, struck him. He looked down and noticed that one of the glass shards had imbedded itself in his stomach. 'Hoover dam, I should've been more careful'. He began swimming up, towards the surface, as fast as he could. Suddenly, his sixth sense kicked in, and he made a sharp turn left. Skipper just barely avoided the jaws of the shark, attacking from below.
To any other animal, that found itself in a shark's hunting ground, this would already spell "game Over", but to Skipper, it was just an overgrown fish stick. He could've taken "Jaws" on by himself, but wounded, he decided for a tactical retreat. He raced towards the surface, with the shark on his tail and was soon able to fill his lungs with air again. But it wasn't over yet. He sank his head back into the water.
The predator was just a couple of meters away. 'Closer, closer,' thought the skipper. The beast was already opening its jaws. 'NOW!' he moved his body to avoid the teeth and his feet were met by the shark's nose. The momentum of the beast's charge, launched Skipper in the air, sending him flying. He did a backflip, before gracefully landing on the edge on the pool.
˝Thank you, thank you,˝ he made a few bows, before dusting off his flippers. ˝Ok that was a great workout, but it's time to get back home.˝ He looked back down at his abdomen, the shard was still there. He brought both flippers to it and grabbed it firmly. He clenched his beak and closed his eyes, before pulling out the fragment with a single jerk.
He threw it at the ground and then parted his feathers to see the wound. It was nothing really, the surface of the dkin was barely broken. The shard was mainly held in place by the feathers. And there was just enough blood to provoke the shark.
The penguin looked around and saw only one exit out of the pool room, so he decided to go towards it. While waddling, he thought about it, ˝This is probably a scheme of Blowhole's, but since when does he work with fish?'.
Oh, I've been itching to write this thing for quite some time now. But it's quite a task to come up with ORIGINAL traps, so I don't know how frequent the updates will be. Review!