Ring of Fire ("The Return of the Revenge of Dr. Blowhole" Episode 99 season 2)
Blowhole mumbled, and shivered in his slumber. He grunted, and moaned as he grinded his canines together. His eyes popped open as he sat up, sweating and panting, he sighed, looking around. He stared at the wall for a long while.
He looked in the mirror he had made himself. He looked at his face, the mask that had kept his face hidden, was now gone. It had been forcefully taken off by the humans a while ago. He had no say in WHAT SO EVER. He tried to resist, but they were too powerful. He traced his flipper on the scar, wincing at his own touch. He stopped at where his eye was…or where it was supposed to be at least. It was now replaced with a gaping hole, surrounded by pinkness, slashing with a scar, from top to bottom.
He sighed from remembrance on that day…that terrible day…
The day was bright, and sunny, with just a tint of clouds forming. He had been performing his main stunt, jumping through hoops. He couldn't stand the abuse the trainers gave him. He was slashed with whip markings each and every day as punishment for messing up. Though he was rewarded with fish every time he did something right. He messed up frequently though, but the whips didn't faze him any longer. He knew when it was coming. He was used to the small cuts bruises that he sustained.
But that day, he would be receiving more than just a cut…
His trainer came into view, and gave the signal for him to start swimming. He did as he was told, and dashed towards the hoop, but before jumping, he froze. He starred at the sight revealed to him in shock, completely paralyzed with fear. It was a hoop alright…but the edges of it were covered in flames. Did they expect him to jump this?! His trainer gave the command by blowing a whistle. Blowhole was too stiff to do anything. This was the first time he had ever seen fire. He had heard of it before, but he had never actually seen it firsthand…not like this at least. The whistle blew again, and again, until finally, the whip came out, and he was forced to jump.
He shut his eyes tightly, and hoped for the best as he leaped forward, the crowd now roaring with excitement.
…He had missed the middle by just inches as he gave the most horrid screech anyone has ever heard.
The crowd gasped and screamed as they looked on. Others covered their children's ears and eyes as they ran off, in panic.
He tried to open his eyes, but for some reason had double vision, he gasped, just before realizing he was underwater. He was running out of oxygen! He desperately tried swimming back up to the surface. But it was no use, he couldn't see, every time he thought he was swimming upwards, he just bumped into one of his habitat walls.
He blacked out…he was sure it was the end…
Blowhole shuttered at the memory. He had tried to block that out for so long. Sadness soon turned into anger as he screamed. He screamed out in rage to the skies. He cursed the penguin's names as his good eye welled up with tears.
Out of all the memories they had erased, they couldn't go back a little bit further?! So he could just forget EVERYTHING?!
It wasn't fair…IT JUST WASN'T! It wasn't fair that he had to suffer for that memory. He had managed to remember a few things, such as that the penguins did this to him.
They made him remember nothing…not even his own name came to mind…only Flippy…
They sent him back to this hellhole…with just a faint memory…a memory he only wished he could forget…
