My first fan fiction story and my first (and certainly not last) Penguins of Madagascar story.
Disclaimer: I do not own THE PENGUINS OF MADAGASCAR or the characters from THE PENGUINS OF MADAGASCAR.
I could hear the whispering in my ear. It was telling me to give up to just stop living, but I knew I couldn't. My true self hidden underneath all of that crap just couldn't. I sucked in air and rolled over trying to get on my legs. I kept struggling, but finally I won. My legs were weak, but still movable. "Time to go pay my friends a little visit," I said with fake emotion layered all over every word. I slowly trudged up the path as I made my way to the Central Park Zoo.
Skipper scratched his head and yawned. It was dark around him so he clapped his hands twice. In a flash the lights to the HQ sputtered to life as he walked over to the bathroom door. He opened it and heard a defining squeak which made him instantly cringe. Skipper waddled into the room and slowly opened his eyes. Now in Skipper's mind he thought he saw an alligator, but Skipper knew that was wrong. Although that gator looked a lot like his friend Roger. So to test his hysteria he called out to the specter.
"Hey Roger," Skipper began sounding very tired. "You there buddy?" Skipper blinked his eyes twice to clear his vision, but no dice. By this point Skipper was getting agitated. Why was this 'thing haunting him? Skipper finally decided that he wasn't in the mood for games especially not in the morning. "Specter, you have thirty seconds to answer me before you are disabled!" Skipper gave his most menacing eyes, but only succeeded in looking like a drunkard. As he counted off in his head he went through what he was going to do with this intruder. Flying Judo Flip? No, how about some Wushu? Honestly it doesn't matter as long as this thing leaves I can do a little jig for all I care! Skipper finally decided to just let this guy off the hook and deal with him later. Seriously what was the point of doing this now. He reasoned if this entity was even partly good at self defense he himself would not be the victor. "Okay, Okay." Skipper started. "I won't hurt you I just want to know what your name is, if you have one, and what your purpose is here." The specter breathed in and then out. "Well, Skipper" Roger started. "Its me. Your old pal Roger." Skipper smiled. "Well its nice to see you, but what are you doing here?" Roger sighed and it sounded like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. "Skipper I'm dying…"
Left it on a cliffhanger on purpose, but you knew that right? Well if you did read this thank you for taking the time to do so. I hope you enjoy it. Expect to see an update son. Once again thank you and good day.