One is not defined by one thing alone

by Adeepenedsoulopens28

Takes place after the Penguins stay in the picture. Private struggles with the guilt of what he did to Mort and how far he had gone, struggling with his place in his team. He is comforted surpsingly by Maurice. Love blossoms between the two. As does the bond with his brothers.

1. Guilt

PrivTe gazed up at his buck ceiling the events that had taken place fresh in his mind, I feeling of guilt and self disgust pulling at his heart. He couldn't believe that he had actually gone through with trying to cheat his way into being thr cutest.

Not to mention harm coulve came to Mort today.

What was he thinking?

That was the problem he didnt think the only thing that had been on his mind was he was the cutest and if he couldn't even do that properly.

Was he any good in the Team?

It never been about being cute but had never been above being the best, oh no Private could care less about that. But he was the cute one at least to Skipper and his family. And if he failed on the one thing that defined him.

Would he have been kicked off?

Normally when you could hear the music coming from the lemur's habitat. It would get annoying even to someone like private. But the soft drumming noise. The thudding was almost soothing to the depressed Penguin.

Unable to sleep Private quietly crawled out of bed careful to not wake up his Team. Making sure the 3 Penguins were still asleep he went topside.

The cool air washed around Private the breeze soothing his numbed heart the cool air making him feel somthing other then sadness even if it was for a little while, dimmed lights coming from the parks lamps made it possible to see although it took a moment or 2 for his eyes to adjust.

Not that the bright lights coming from the Lemurs habit didn't help.

Not sure where he was going but just wanted to go for a walk Private jumped out of his habitat landing on the pathway. The music louder but not so loud that it would hurt his ears. Private couldn't help but snicker as he heard the king hoot and holler. The sound of Morts voice bringing him back to the present.

Wings clenching Private blinked back tears gaze landing at the Zoo gate it would be so easy just to leave leave and never come back, make it easier on everyone. His brothers the rest of the Zoo animals. The Lemurs. What good was he if he wasn't even good at the one thing that was his thing?

Glancing up at the partied habitat one last time a part of him wanting some company really any at all. But knowing after today he didnt deserve it, I mean really who would want to see him after that?

Private started to wander around the Zoo. A heavy feeling in his heart,a burden feeling in his soul. Each step feeling like weights were pulling him down.

As the disheartened Penguin walked he was unaware of 2 worried eyes watching the Penguin ignoring how his king danced his Tail off.