DEAR GOD. I'm sorry for taking forever to update! I've just been busy with school, and my other stories on my other account! I apologize!

He closed his eyes tightly as the knife was pressed through his feathers, then whimpered slightly as it trailed down, cutting bits of skin. Private kicked backwards hard, there was a sharp yelp of pain and the knife was dropped as Kowalski held his pained spot. The young penguin didn't waste any time-he ran out of the room, crap he was in a long hallway. Private ran as fast as he could, don't get caught...Was he lost?

The small penguin yelped as someone grabbed the back of his neck roughly. He looked over to his side as he felt another grasp on his shoulder. Oh, Kowalski's men, well that's great.

Private squirmed as they dragged him away, "Let go!"

Kowalski was death glaring as he was brought back in. "You know, I think you're too cranky, so you're going to take a nap." With those words, he pulled out a syringe, with a white liquid inside.

Private squirmed harder, the two penguins could barely restrain him.

"As long as you struggle, it's going to hurt."

Private winced as the needle entered his neck. When the liquid was inserted inside him, his eyes started feeling droopy, he could barely stand. He struggled to stay awake, but sleep was winning this internal war. His eyes fluttered shut and everything went black.


Private winced as he regained consciousness, his sides and stomach ached. He looked himself to see bruises on his body, and judging by the bruises...someone thought it was funny to kick him repeatedly while he was passed out. He sighed and wrapped his flippers around his small frame. He hoped Skipper would find him soon, he was scared Kowalski might kill him. Private looked around the room, the door was shut, locked probably.

He shuddered at the sight of torture weapons.


"I still don't understand how he got kidnapped. Does no one lock doors?" SP scoffed, while her white paws hit the keys of a computer.

"Well he might've opened the door." Skipper replied, tapping the table anxiously.

"What? Why would he do that?" The older rolled his eyes at SP's disbelief. "He's a penguin SP, he doesn't have x-ray vision."

"Alright, alright."

Then SP made a mocking laugh sound.

"What?"

"Why do all the villains put their bases in abandoned cities?"

Skipper sighed. "Because in THAT city, the oxygen is really bad, if a victim escaped, and didn't know how to leave, they'd die from the air."

SP made a face, "TMI Skippy." She shook her fur, "So what's your plan?"

"Sneak in, make sure Kowalski stays dead, and get Private out of there."

"So, pretty much your usual." SP laughed, rolling her blue-green eyes.

"What you mean 'my usual'?"

"I mean, just a basic plan. Nothing exciting."

Skipper playfully smirked, "Oh trust me dollface, it'll get exciting when we sneak in."

SP glared. "Don't use that nickname. I could bite your head off."

"Can't help it, your face is white." Skipper turned towards the door, "Joking aside, we better get out of here."

"Yeah, I doubt Kowalski will be easy on the kid." SP padded out of the house, "It's times like these that I wish I was a psychic mage."


Private couldn't stop himself from shaking as he heard Kowalski's footsteps, he just wanted to disappear back to his house, and..you know...eat food. He whimpered, as he shut his eyes tightly, curling up into a ball. Maybe Kowalski would think he was asleep.

"Good morning sleeping beauty."

So any ideas for the next chapter? I'd like ideas, since I sometimes feel like I ignore all of you and don't interact enough.