A/N: Don't... Kill... Me...
Journal Entry 10- Skipper:
The boys were easily persuaded that I was okay. I had to let them think I was okay so'd they'd stop disturbing me with their petty tears and pleas. After I go through with my plan, they'd understand why I acted the way I did. But to keep them in my masquerade, I did what the normal Skipper would've done: I did drills and slapped them silly. They were actually happy about that! This afternoon, I told them that I still needed space. Of course they obeyed and went over to Marlene's place. Sometimes, I wonder about those saps.
Well, now its about twenty three hundred hours. I'm awake and I'm having company. Who, you might ask? Well, there's Julien, for starters. And Maurice. And Mort... That's about it. What are we doing? Well, we're watching TV... And having a snack... And tying each others to chairs. Well, I did all the tying. I'm not CRAZY or anything, but I'm just keeping them hostage. They're my way to drive the idea of loss into everyone elses hard skulls! They weren't affected about Private's death like I was. They didn't care like I did. But it did cause sympathy looks. Now here's where my plan comes in. If 1 death causes sympathy, then 3 more would cause total depression. Smart, huh? I need to kill off the three least sympathetic beings in this zoo. You heard? THIS is what you get for not CARING! Heh, they're sympathetic now. It's TOO LATE! Everyone's going to know how I was feeling. Like death was consuming the world. Like everything was lost. They're going to know now!
Skipper closed his journal and turned to the petrified lemurs. His eyes were wild and feathers ruffled. In his flippers now is a piece of broken TV screen. He needed them to die. He needed everyone to feel as cold and empty on the inside as he did. He wanted them all to suffer.
A/N: I'll update my other stories when an idea strikes me. Don't hate me, please! Hate writer's block and test prep!