WARNING: This is a very sadistic story. There will be a large amount of blood in it. It can be mind-fucking. Major character death and some horror themes.

I am not a penguinhater. No. I actually like them, love them. But sometimes you get those weird ideas and you write it down. That's what I did. I got an idea and wrote it down.

It's rated M for a reason.

So here we go:

Chapter 1: The Shadow Is Appearing

"A friend is just an enemy who hasn't attacked you yet"

My mind returned when I washed the blood from my flippers.

Their blood.

My flippers.

The penguin looking at me in the mirror is one I have never seen before. Yet he is so knowable, as if he was a part of me for a long time. His large dark eyes stared right through me. And although Kowalski would have said that it was impossible, I knew that I've lost my soul.

Done.

What have I done?

I turn around, I see their eyes. They are looking at me from every side of the room, following every move I make. Almost like they had done when they were alive. Almost.

Why?

Why had he done it?

That has to be the question those eyes were silently begging me to answer. But deep down inside, I knew that it was a question without an answer. Nobody should ever know why. It just happened. I never thought that my own flippers could cause so much pain, without even thinking about doing a special move.

I laugh.

I can see their ghost coming towards me, trying to scare me. I laugh even harder. They can't harm me, I killed them with my own bear slippers. I can take them down without any hesitation. Even if they were ghosts.

My maniacal laughter fills the whole underground HQ. It may be heard through the whole zoo. I smile by the thought of them finding the body's. What a joy will it be to see them scream in horror.

MURDER!

Yes. I am a murderer. And I have murdered my own team. No. It's even better. I have killed my best friends. I liked it. Their blood. Their screams. I smile again when I remember their stunned faces. They would have never guessed that I really was one of their biggest foes.

Rico.

I saw his body laying on the ground before me. I can see the whole happening playing itself again and again before my own eyes. I like it. It would make a great movie. I would totally go to see it.

"Boys. I have a surprise for you!" I scream into the HQ. They waddle towards me, happy, an awaiting look on their faces. "What kind of surprise Skippah?" I smile after hearing Private's words.

Surprise.

What a genius way of putting it. I'm proud of myself. Now I am going to prove for once and for all what a penguin really can do with his flippers. I pull Rico against my chest. My smile widened.

The first scream.

It was a pleasure to hear. Rico tried to escape, but I'm too fast for him. The feathers are flying round the HQ. The screams of the bird beneath me are as music to my ears. My grin widened as I start to suffocate him with my flippers pushed on his neck.

It's going too fast for my likings. I release my flippers from Rico's neck and look up to the two other penguins in front of me. "Want to see more?" They back away, screaming, like young schoolgirls. And in Private's case, even crying.

I turn my attention back to Rico. Lying on the ground, gasping for air. I take my advantage. My flippers hit him hard in his belly. Again and again and once more. I feel his skin breaking under my rapidly repetitive beats. There is the blood. Streaming over his belly. The penguin hasn't blacked out yet. I like it better this way. When they are conscious you can play with them even more. You just have to make sure that they stay alive.

My flippers never stop punching the penguin in front of me. I feel the ribs breaking with every hit I gave to them. How many ribs does a penguin have?

Crunch.

That was no rib, that was his sternum. Maybe I have punctured his longs by now. Rico had difficulty to breathing. I tear open the wound I made before. His watery eyes are looking at me, begging for mercy.

There's no turning back now.

With my bare flippers I open up his wound, showing his bloody organs, still pumping in his body. He's still conscious, still looking at me. It was a bit disappointing that he didn't yell anymore. The HQ is completely silence when Kowalski and Private are watching me tearing up their, no that's not right. OUR friend.

Watch.

Just watch boys.

I played some time with Rico. He just laid there, helplessly. I could see his life fading from his eyes. I pulled out a knife, pushed it right into his heart. Turned it around and around, the feeling of getting deeper and deeper into the penguin got to me. I quite enjoyed it, but my toy is dying and without the screaming and fighting it is just not as fun.

Shadows.

They are all around us.

Some belong to yourself, some to others. You can't flee from shadows, you can't hide from them. One day they will get to you. They will drive you mad. They will follow you, everywhere. Even in the dark, when you can't see them. They are still there. Maybe they are not only appearing with the help of lights. What if they are really appearing because of the darkness, the darkness that will follow you through life and eventually swallow your soul?

Shadows.

Secrets.

Secrets in the shadows.

Shadows in the Secrets.

When they are coming together, it's enough to drive you mad.

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