I am back!
Blowhole: Wonderful...
Skipper: Kill us all.
Oh shut up! Why are two even here? I thought you hated each other!
Skipper: We do.
Blowhole: But we hate you more.
How nice little brother...
Blowhole: Don't call me that!
Whatever, enjoy my newest story!
Crystal's Log
Chapter 1: The door
Blowhole was strolling through his lair.
He was trying to think of a new way to get back at the penguins.
He then noticed a lock door with a padlock on it. He looked at it curiously, touching the lock.
Why haven't he seen this before? He lived basically his whole life here!
"Doc? What are you doing?" A voice asked him.
Blowhole spun around to look at a lobster.
"Oh Red One. I was just…" he stopped unable to come up with a good excuse. "Do you know why this door is lock?"
Red One shook his head. "No Doc. That door had been locked since all of us lobsters started working here."
Blowhole looked at the door. He was about to touch the lock when a voice echoed through the lair.
"Victor! Come along honey, if you want to visit Auntie Rose then we need to get going."
Blowhole looked down the hallway. He looked back at the door.
"Coming Mother!" he called, moving away from the door. He cast one last look at it. Why was it pad locked? Did he put that lock on there? If he did why? How come he couldn't remember?
Blowhole rolled into the control room where his mother Crystal was standing.
She crossed her flippers, tapping her foot.
"There you are…" she scowled, taking his flipper, "We were supposed to leave ten minutes ago."
Blowhole opened his mouth, but was jerked out of the lair.
In the Ocean, Blowhole was following in his mother. He panted, having a hard time keeping up with her.
"Mother! Wh-where are we going?" he panted.
She smiled.
"Just be patient, honey."
Blowhole sighed. "Can we rest? I'm getting tired."
She stopped. Blowhole almost crashed into her. They surfaced.
Blowhole's chest heaved as he gulped down air.
"Why are we visiting Auntie Rose?" he asked.
"Well I figured it would be nice to visit Rose. It's been a long time since we've seen her. And I know it's been a long time since you were in the ocean."
Blowhole nodded.
"Yes mother. I see."
"Are you still tired honey? Or are you ready to move on?"
Blowhole looked at her. He nodded.
She took his flipper and they dived back under the water.
"Mother, I have a question." He asked as they swam.
"Yes honey?"
"I found this locked door in my lair. Do you know why it's locked?"
She stopped, almost having her son bump into her. She had a serious look on her face.
"Don't open that door. What's behind that door is none of your concern you understand? In that room is nothing but trouble. You promise me you will not go into that door, you got that?" She replied.
Blowhole was taken back. How could that door be any trouble? He nodded.
"Yes mother. I understand."
She gave a curt nod. "Good. Let's go."
They went back to swimming. Through the whole time, Blowhole kept going back to the door.Why was it locked? What's so bad about it? It's just a door. It's not like something dangerous is in it or I would've known. Why doesn't she want me to know what's in it?
He had no idea why but he was certain on one thing… he was going to find out one way or another.
Ooooh a mystery!
Blowhole: Still have no idea why mother doesn't want me to know what's behind that door.
Skipper: Maybe she's actually a spy who plans on taking over the world and killing everything in path!
Blowhole: Really? My mother? She couldn't do that... could she?
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