Hello! Btw, I'm getting all of my choices for fictioning (?) after looking through one of my favorite authors. So, Private is depressed today. Private! Happy, cheerful, British Private!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Penguins of Madagascar.
"Hey," Rico said bluntly. Private barely glanced over before sighing and saying "Hello Rico. How are you?" Rico shrugged and said "You?" Private sighed and said "Oh, well, I'm having a fine day." Private tried to give him his best smile, but obviously it was fake when Rico looked at him and said "Nuh-uh. Wha' wron'?" Private sighed and said "It's just, each year today, six years ago before I joined this team, something horrible happened." Rich sat down next to him, the glistening water making little ripples as the lunar object kept pushing and pulling gently.
"Wha' happ'n'?" Rico actually was interested. He had something devastating happen to him too. He got the scar across his eye, making him temporarily blind in that eye, became mute, and even lost is younger sister, all on the same day. He didn't like to talk about it, though. Whenever there was an explosion, he just thought of the man that made all of those awful things happen, and imagined the explosive in him. So badly…
Now wasn't the time for his problems, though. He turned to Private once more and looked at him expectantly. Young Private sighed and said "Today, fourteen years ago, something awful happened… I… I killed my mother." Rico practically had a heart-attack then. Private, kill his mother? o.0
"You see, I know this is unauthorized information, but today is my birthday. I'm officially fourteen now." (A/N: Not sure what penguin years are like, so I'm making him fourteen in human years. Just a boy…) Private did give a pure smile, but it quickly faded once he remembered what happened. Rico didn't get how he killed his mother. He was being born, so… Ding. Rico wasn't as stupid as he led them on to believe. He played Sudoku, Mahjong, and idolized Kowalski. He now realized how he killed his mother.
"Pri'te, oh Pri'te," Rico hesitantly put a flipper onto Private's shoulder when he started to sob. Private tackle-hugged Rico and sobbed into his stomach.
"I-I never got to see her… They never even took pictures of her… I wasn't able to go to her funeral… For the longest time I thought that mothers never existed…" He let out even more sobs now, and Rico wrapped his arms around Private. Even Rico had a conscience, and of course it hurt to see young, cheerful, happy Private so sad. He remembered his younger sister Angelica…
"Why Rico? No, please, don't!" Those words echoed in his mind, and even he let a tear drop.
"You hear it to? Alright, I'm coming up to see what's taking Rico so long." Kowalski nodded and continued his project while Skipper opened the hatch and poked his head out. To see Private crying into Rico who was hugging him back and crying as well, Skipped could have sworn he hit his head and was dreaming right now. He shook his head and saw that it was real. Normally, he would have asked what was wrong, but right now, he knew that this was the wrong time to ask. He quietly closed the hatch and swung into his bed.
"Skipper?" Kowalski asked, still not tearing his eyes from the robotic ostrich.
"Ah, I think they deserve a few more minutes alone." Skipper tried to think about why that little scene he saw just happened, but then shoved it aside and closed his eyes and fell into the same dream he always had.
Okay! So that was just a little Private and Rico friendship fluff. And sure, rant all you want about how it is too OOC. By the way, I want to know, do you guys want me to make a little story for Rico about what happened? Eh, maybe not. Might take too long. (Besides this sentence in the parentheses, this story, including the author notes parts, is 666 words long.)