Now before I start the chapter, Rico and Kowalski wants to do some talking ;)
Whenever you see this kind of typing, it means that a CHARACTER is trying to speak to some of you.
Rico: I wanna fank icy-water17 four dhe suppord! It meens a lot doo Govert! Oou av been very naace doo er ann I appreciate it as well! I still gan't beleave dat oou and Govert dotkled dat much dat oou av ofa 100 messages! (If you don't understand, my friend, feel free to PM me :) )
Kowalski: *cough* *cough* I want to thank Sapphire2021 for her patience. She's been putting up with the annoying Covert since September :D (HEY! ;( ) See what I mean? She's one of Covert's first followers, and she really appreciates it.
Here we go! Let's start the chapter now! :D
Chapter 4:
Private's mind (1700 hours)
Private barrel-rolled to a side as Kuchikucan attempted to stomp onto him, missing only a few inches.
"Why, are you doing this?!" Private slid away while screaming.
"Uhh, 'cuz it's fun?" He laughed as he imagined a bunch of Lunacorns to attack. "It's good to be good!" They chanted as they started blasting night-lights. Nighttime fell upon the battle, leaving neon light pillars and a feeling of gloominess. It's now darker than ever, without these bolts of neon lights, no one could see a thing.
"Minions, stop giving our sweet little boy sight! Lunacorns have night-vision, we don't need these!" Mayyybbbeeee everyone except the Lunacorn tribe….
He shouted as the army stopped. Right before darkness took Private's eyesight temporarily, he saw a golden pumpkin, right there on Kuchikucan's horn. He relied on his gut instinct, as Skipper told him: For we walk by our gut instinct, not by our sight. He charged to the left, in process bumping into a few Lunacorns. He fought them down with no problem at all.
"Thank you Skippah, for giving me the training I need," He smiled as he navigated his way to the diabolical spirit, thinking of the times the boys and him training together.
"Really? Private? You think you can rule the world by kindness? I can destroy worlds using force and vio-" He stopped, interrupted by this, "I call rainbows upside down colour smiles!" His eyes turned blue. Private seized the moment and climbed up his back and onto his head.
"Ugh, shut up, Princess Hairdresser!" He growled as he shook his head. Unfortunately, Private was there. He managed to grab onto his mane, but Kuchikucan is now fully aware that Private's there on his…. Head (I know, it sounds repeated).
"Oh, cute little Private, don't make me imagine you fall off my head!" He chuckled, looking up on his horn as Private gulped. Private made a leap of faith onto his horn and snatched the golden pumpkin.
"Yay!"
"Nooooooooo!" Kuchikucan screeched as he turned into fog. LaLa Land became all happy and bright again, and the army melted into the river as Peanut Butter Winkys. The pumpkin turned into a projector, and showed Private what was about to happen.
Blowhole's Base (1730 hours)
"He must have healed by now, right? It's been half an hour!" He clicked a button, but it gave him a big fat cross.
"Ugh! Fine! I'll wait until he heals completely, then, I can surprise everyone with their-"
"Doc! WE'VE MADE IT!"
"Good riddance Red One!" He laughed as he drove his Segway to the lab.
LaLa Land (1735 hours)
"CRIKEY! What's he gonna do to me Rico?" Private screamed.
"Uhh, Rico's all the way over there in the next dimension," Kowalski sound displeased, "also, you've finished the task here, but not there with Rico, therefore you'll have to walk through that Halloween dimension ALL OVER again until you reach someone and somewhere else,"
"WHAT!?"
Marlene's Habitat (1740 hours)
"Skipper…" Marlene patted Skipper lightly on the back.
"Skkkiiipppeeerrr!" She started shaking him.
"SKIPPER!" She yelled.
Skipper instantly stood up with his flippers, karate chopping the air. "Where and who are you?! Show yourself!"
"Skipper, it's me," Marlene sighed.
"Marlene? What are you doing here?" He tilted his head to a side.
"I LIVE here," She rolled her eyes.
"Let me try that once more: What am *I* doing here?"
"You were insisting on looking after Private, but you were worn out. You fell asleep ON the table, remember?"
"It's all coming back to me… Wait… What about the Private? Where's he?"
"He's there," Marlene pointed to her bed, which she lent to Private to sleep on.
"Wow, that's really nice of you. How'd you manage carrying both of us here? More importantly, WHY'D you carry us here?"
"Uhh, 'cuz you're sleeping on concrete, and all of your pillows are hard as rocks?" She retorted.
"Oh and, Julien carried you here,"
"Wow, that's really kind of- Wait, RINGTAIL!?"
"He wanted to know how much you weigh! He said you were heavier than a rock!" She chuckled lightly.
"WHAT!? WHY!? And why do you like to compare a ROCK with the stuff in my HQ and us?"
"I could use one more hand, and rocks are excellent examples!" She laughed as Skipper face palmed.
"Wait a minute, what about Kowalski?"
"Over there, working very hard on his book since he woke up," She smiled.
Skipper walked over to Kowalski with a pleased look. "Soldier, you are a meaningful and valued member of Team Penguin,"
"Thank you, Skipper," he said, not looking up from the pages.
"I uh- am gonna check on Rico," Skipper started walking away from Marlene's habitat, but Marlene stopped him.
"Skipper. You've been acting weird for this month, what is it?"
"Wh-What? No, it's just Pri-"
"No, this was BEFORE that Private madness. C'mon, we'll hear it out,"
Skipper frowned sadly. Marlene put her paw around his shoulder, "Come on, Skipper, you can tell us what's wrong,"
Kowalski slowly turned towards his leader, "Yeah. Every since Hans fought you and called you Skipsy, you've been acting quite sad,"
"It all started when I was just 4..."
(Whenever you see this kind of font, it means that this is a flashback of someone)
"Skipsy!" Hans called happily. It was the first day that Skipper and him met, but they were already very good friends.
"Skipsy!" He called again. "You can't hide from me!"
They were playing hide and seek. Hans searched high and low for Skipper, but he had no luck.
Skipper chuckled lightly. He was hiding behind a bush, which were some metres away from the Hans searching for him. Hans finally noticed Skipper's figure behind the leaves, and pounced on him and started tickling him.
"No, merrrcccyyyyy!" He laughed.
"Someone has a tickle spot!" He started laughing with him.
"You're it this time!"
Hans immediately found a hiding spot as Skipper counted: 1...2...3...
Suddenly, Hans felt a pair of eyes on him, no, an eye on him. He turned to that direction, terrified.
"Hello," greeted a dolphin about 9 years old with an eye replaced with metal.
"Uh-uh... H-hi..." Said Hans, unable to speak properly because of anxiousness.
"Do you ever wonder why your parents are not here with you?"
"N-no," He squeaked. This was a sensitive topic for him. Everyone has their moms and dads there with them every step of their lives, but Hans on the other hand doesn't.
"It's because of *Skipsy* over there,"
"Wh-What? Of co-course not! He's my be-best friend!"
"Your parents sacrificed themselves for the sake of Skipper and his sister. Hans, your parents saved them from a crocodile attack, but in return, the crocodiles took their lives,"
"N-No, tha-that's not true... He-he doesn't have a sister..."
"Oh, but he does, it's because of Skipper that your parents died, believe me or not," He left with a Hans dropping onto the floor, desperate.
"Yay! I found you!" Skipper patted him lightly.
"No! Don't!" He tackled him to the ground.
"Wh-What's wrong?"
"Ask your sister!"
"I don't have one!"
"So you deny that you're denying!?"
"No... I meant yes... I meant Hans! What happened?"
Hans sobbed. "I HATE YOU!"
"Wh-What...? Y-You ha-hate me...?"
"Y-Yes! My dad-daddy and mo-mommy are dea-dead because o-of you and yo-your sister!"
"N-n-no, I-I d-don't h-have a sis-sis-sister... An-and I do-don't have m-my pa-parents ei-either... Th-they are al-also de-dead..."
"Your parents would not claim you as their son if they see how much of an antagonist you are,"
"Hans... You're my best buddy... Please don't leave me..." Skipper pleaded with him.
"Well tough luck, *Skipsy*, 'cuz this puffin won't stay by your side," Hans stated and started walking away.
"NO! Hans..." Skipper looked at Hans with glassy eyes.
"GET OFF OF ME!" Hans slapped Skipper across the face.
"Hans..."
Hans hit Skipper drastically. "I NEVER EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"
"Please..."
"DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? I SAID NEVER!" Hans kicked him away.
"FINE! I'LL LEAVE! IF YOU COME CRAWLING TO ME IN THE FUTURE, I WON'T FORGIVE AND FORGET ABOUT THIS!" Skipper's heart shattered into a million pieces. What have he done to deserve this?
From then on, they became enemies.
"I still have no idea why Hans' attitude shifted 180。," Skipper finished the story here. "Oh wow, I do feel a whole lot better,"
"Ohhhh, that explains why Hans said I used this beak to kiss your sister on the lips! Before when you were fish-fighting..." Kowalski noted.
"Wait, you heard that?"
"Well duh! I have super hearing! Not to mention a super-mega-awesome mind, super eyesight, super-"
"Kowasky, boot a quata in dhe jo off jar!" Rico's voice echoed in Marlene's habitat.
"Rico, my man! You're back!"
"Uh huh!"
"You heard the man, Kowalski. Quarter. In. Now,"
Kowalski muttered something under his breath and placed a penny in the jar, which is now half-full.
Guys... :( I live in Hong Kong, and there's a rule, which I believe is called "Internet Article 23". If the court approves it, I won't be able to post anymore stories here or else I'll be set in jail... T_T Therefore, starting from now on, I'll try to write faster and post it before it gets approved. #NOINTERNETARTICLE23
