This isn't a 'proper' fanfic with chapters and a plot. More like pieces of writing stuck together with duct tape to form some kind of story.
Fear, Flight, Fantasy: Dangerous Skies
((When you fly,
it feels like freedom;
you are no longer chained
to the ground.))
...
There, up on the Beacon, an orange penguin shoulders on the straps of his jetpack with trembling flippers and fastens it.
He tilts his face to the sky searchingly.
The wind puffs at him in brief, violent gusts, making him sway on the edge of the Launch Pad, making his heart lurch.
The Beach below is empty. On a windy early morning like this one, most penguins prefer to stay indoors with their steaming cups of coffee. Few like to venture out in this weather. It doesn't seem to bother Kevin though. He was out here for something.
((It's like you've fled from the invisible
but powerful grasp of the mistress,
gravity, who bounds all things
on this planet.))
Unseen by the young penguin, an aqua-coloured stranger with creepy black eyes watches his every move from his spot on top of the Beacon Light. There is a slight teeth-revealing smile on the corner of this penguin's beak. Here was something interesting to witness.
Kevin inhales deeply, stares straight up at the vast blueness with determination. He was going to look for an answer up there. The jetpack flares, and carries him into the skies, to the clouds.
But will he even reach there?
((A delusion, a laughable one,
foolish, flightless little waterbird.
You were destined for the blue depths of the sea,
not for the blue heights of the sky.
What would happen if you should fall?))
"Jet, emergency."
The red penguin we know as Jet Pack Guy paused in the middle of putting on his tie at the sound of G's urgent voice. He picked up his phone briskly, wondering what disasterous things could possibly be going this early.
"What's wrong, G?" He asked in his typical monotone.
"There's a penguin flying his jet pack off-course, way past the limitline."
A pause.
"Actually, he's flying straight up, no stopping. If he runs out of fuel before you get there..." G inhaled sharply as he let the sentence hang unfinished in the air.
Jet Pack Guy felt a surge of panic which he immediately suspresses with skill.
"I'll be there as fast as possible... Requesting permission for use of Hyperboost Fuel."
"Permission granted."
"Acknowledged."
"Hurry, agent. It's life or it's death."
Jet acted fast. Without bothering to finish buttoning up his white shirt, folding down his collar, fastening his tie, or putting on his jacket, he ran off to fetch his jetpack, only shoving on his shades as he went since it was nearby. The special fuel was rapidly emptied into the tank.
Within a minute of the call, Jet Pack Guy blasted off in a blaze of blue flames.
((You can reeaach for the skyyy~
but, darling, you'll never touch it.))
To Be Continued...
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