Horror 02.07.16
“All right, team,” Skipper said into his radio. “Good work. I’m returning to HQ.”
After jumping down from atop the Zoovenir Shop, he started toward HQ after a long afternoon of surveillance. But prior to leaping into his habitat, a scream came from Marlene’s. Dropping the radio, he leapt into her habitat and dashed into her cave.
“Marlene!” he called. “What’s the trouble?”
Marlene stood on her bed, holding her Spanish guitar like a bat and scanning the floor.
“It was right there! I saw it!” she screamed.
Skipper, still in combat position, awkwardly scanned her habitat. There was nobody there except the frightened otter. “Saw . . . what, exactly?”
Marlene shifted as if she feared answering his question more than what had originally frightened her.
“Uh . . .” she started, gripping her guitar tighter.
“Marlene?” Skipper inquired, relaxing his stance. He approached her. “Something’s obviously spooked you. What is it?”
Marlene timidly ran her paw along the neck of the guitar. “Well . . . there was . . .”
“Was . . .?” Skipper urged.
Marlene sighed, lowering her guitar. “A spider . . .” she admitted.
Skipper tried not to smile and cleared his throat. “A spider.”
Marlene rolled her eyes. “I don’t like spiders, okay?”
Skipper shook his head. “You don’t have to explain yourself, Marlene,” he said. “Where did it go?”
“I tried to get it myself, but then it . . . moved,” Marlene admitted quietly. “I panicked and got up here. I didn’t see where it went.”
Skipper searched the floor. “Well, it isn’t in this direct vicinity. Why don’t you come down from there?” he asked, offering a flipper. Marlene checked the floor over for herself before taking it and stepping down. She glanced at him and rolled her eyes as she folded her arms.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she said, looking down.
Skipper smiled. “Marlene, you don’t have to be embarrassed. There are a lot of people with a fear of spiders.”
“I don’t have a fear of spiders,” Marlene argued, shooting him a look. “I just don’t like how they look at me with their beady little eyes.”
“Okay,” Skipper said, holding up his flippers. “You’re not afraid of spiders. By the way, it’s right there.”
“Where?!” Marlene screamed as she dropped her guitar and jumped into Skipper’s flippers. She scanned the floor to see it devoid of spiders.
“I’m sorry, Marlene, I couldn’t resist just one,” Skipper said, laughing.
“Put me down before I strangle you,” Marlene said. Skipper set her down and she shoved him before turning away with her arms folded.
Skipper sighed and tried to meet her eye, but she turned away from him. “Marlene, I was just messing around.”
“Well, I didn’t find it very funny,” Marlene snapped. “If you think I’m a fool for being afraid of spiders, just say it, but don’t make fun of me.”
Skipper felt a pang of guilt and his smile faded. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. It was insensitive. And I don’t think you’re a fool.”
Marlene scoffed. “Please.”
Skipper pressed his beak shut for a moment. “Hey,” he said softly, “look at me. Please?” Marlene sighed and looked sideways at him. “I’m sorry.”
Marlene studied him for a moment. She sighed again. “Fine. I forgive you, but . . . you just don’t know how it feels to have such a trivial fear that people would make fun of you for if they found out you had it.”
She watched Skipper as he broke eye contact and studied the floor.
Marlene’s brow pinched. “Do you . . . ?”
Skipper folded his flippers and shifted his gaze across the room. “No.”
Marlene put her paws on her hips. “You’re lying.”
Skipper looked at her. “I am not.”
“Then look into my eyes and tell me you don’t have a trivial fear of something,” Marlene challenged.
Skipper put his flippers on his hips. “Fine,” he said, looking dead into her eyes as instructed. “I . . . do not have a trivial fear,” he said, looking down at the floor through the last few words.
“Ha!” Marlene exclaimed, pointing at him. “You can’t do it. What is it?”
“Classified,” Skipper said, folding his flippers.
“Come on,” Marlene urged. “You know my fear. If you don’t tell mine, I won’t tell yours.”
Skipper studied her for a moment. “Fine,” he said, giving in. “But only because I hold the utmost confidence in you that this will not leave this cave.”
Marlene traced and X over her heart. “I cross my heart and hope to die,” she said, holding her paw up with a satisfied smile.
Skipper nodded and narrowed his eyes. “Mm-hm. Yeah, you’re cute.” Marlene snickered. Skipper rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. “I . . . have a fear of, uh . . .”
“Of . . . ?” Marlene urged.
Skipper mumbled his response.
“Oh, come on. Just say it,” Marlene persisted.
Skipper groaned and threw his head back. “It’s needles, okay?” he said, looking back to her. “I’m afraid of needles. There, I said it. It’s over. We’re done. End of discussion.”
“No, no, wait,” Marlene said, holding up her paws. “Needles?” she repeated, genuinely shocked. “Of all things, you’re afraid of needles?”
Skipper, his flippers still folded over his chest, stared at her bitterly.
“I’m sorry,” Marlene said, laughing. “That was just completely unexpected.”
“So is your fear of spiders,” Skipper shot back.
Marlene shrugged. “Touché.” Then her eyes widened and she looked around. “Wait, where is the spider?” she asked, suddenly realizing it was still somewhere in her cave.
Skipper’s eyes widened as he saw exactly where it was—on Marlene’s back. “Uh . . . Marlene? How ‘bout stop moving?”
Marlene froze. “W-Why?”
Without taking the time to explain, Skipper grabbed the large spider from Marlene’s back by its abdomen. “Got it.”
Marlene turned to him and her eyes locked on the spider. She gulped as it wriggled its legs.
“That was . . . on m-me?” she choked.
“Well—” Skipper started, but he didn’t even get to finish before Marlene fainted. Skipper pressed his beak shut and looked at the spider. He frowned. “You really do have beady little eyes . . .”
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“All right, team,” Skipper said into his radio. “Good work. I’m returning to HQ.”
After jumping down from atop the Zoovenir Shop, he started toward HQ after a long afternoon of surveillance. But prior to leaping into his habitat, a scream came from Marlene’s. Dropping the radio, he leapt into her habitat and dashed into her cave.
“Marlene!” he called. “What’s the trouble?”
Marlene stood on her bed, holding her Spanish guitar like a bat and scanning the floor.
“It was right there! I saw it!” she screamed.
Skipper, still in combat position, awkwardly scanned her habitat. There was nobody there except the frightened otter. “Saw . . . what, exactly?”
Marlene shifted as if she feared answering his question more than what had originally frightened her.
“Uh . . .” she started, gripping her guitar tighter.
“Marlene?” Skipper inquired, relaxing his stance. He approached her. “Something’s obviously spooked you. What is it?”
Marlene timidly ran her paw along the neck of the guitar. “Well . . . there was . . .”
“Was . . .?” Skipper urged.
Marlene sighed, lowering her guitar. “A spider . . .” she admitted.
Skipper tried not to smile and cleared his throat. “A spider.”
Marlene rolled her eyes. “I don’t like spiders, okay?”
Skipper shook his head. “You don’t have to explain yourself, Marlene,” he said. “Where did it go?”
“I tried to get it myself, but then it . . . moved,” Marlene admitted quietly. “I panicked and got up here. I didn’t see where it went.”
Skipper searched the floor. “Well, it isn’t in this direct vicinity. Why don’t you come down from there?” he asked, offering a flipper. Marlene checked the floor over for herself before taking it and stepping down. She glanced at him and rolled her eyes as she folded her arms.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she said, looking down.
Skipper smiled. “Marlene, you don’t have to be embarrassed. There are a lot of people with a fear of spiders.”
“I don’t have a fear of spiders,” Marlene argued, shooting him a look. “I just don’t like how they look at me with their beady little eyes.”
“Okay,” Skipper said, holding up his flippers. “You’re not afraid of spiders. By the way, it’s right there.”
“Where?!” Marlene screamed as she dropped her guitar and jumped into Skipper’s flippers. She scanned the floor to see it devoid of spiders.
“I’m sorry, Marlene, I couldn’t resist just one,” Skipper said, laughing.
“Put me down before I strangle you,” Marlene said. Skipper set her down and she shoved him before turning away with her arms folded.
Skipper sighed and tried to meet her eye, but she turned away from him. “Marlene, I was just messing around.”
“Well, I didn’t find it very funny,” Marlene snapped. “If you think I’m a fool for being afraid of spiders, just say it, but don’t make fun of me.”
Skipper felt a pang of guilt and his smile faded. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. It was insensitive. And I don’t think you’re a fool.”
Marlene scoffed. “Please.”
Skipper pressed his beak shut for a moment. “Hey,” he said softly, “look at me. Please?” Marlene sighed and looked sideways at him. “I’m sorry.”
Marlene studied him for a moment. She sighed again. “Fine. I forgive you, but . . . you just don’t know how it feels to have such a trivial fear that people would make fun of you for if they found out you had it.”
She watched Skipper as he broke eye contact and studied the floor.
Marlene’s brow pinched. “Do you . . . ?”
Skipper folded his flippers and shifted his gaze across the room. “No.”
Marlene put her paws on her hips. “You’re lying.”
Skipper looked at her. “I am not.”
“Then look into my eyes and tell me you don’t have a trivial fear of something,” Marlene challenged.
Skipper put his flippers on his hips. “Fine,” he said, looking dead into her eyes as instructed. “I . . . do not have a trivial fear,” he said, looking down at the floor through the last few words.
“Ha!” Marlene exclaimed, pointing at him. “You can’t do it. What is it?”
“Classified,” Skipper said, folding his flippers.
“Come on,” Marlene urged. “You know my fear. If you don’t tell mine, I won’t tell yours.”
Skipper studied her for a moment. “Fine,” he said, giving in. “But only because I hold the utmost confidence in you that this will not leave this cave.”
Marlene traced and X over her heart. “I cross my heart and hope to die,” she said, holding her paw up with a satisfied smile.
Skipper nodded and narrowed his eyes. “Mm-hm. Yeah, you’re cute.” Marlene snickered. Skipper rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. “I . . . have a fear of, uh . . .”
“Of . . . ?” Marlene urged.
Skipper mumbled his response.
“Oh, come on. Just say it,” Marlene persisted.
Skipper groaned and threw his head back. “It’s needles, okay?” he said, looking back to her. “I’m afraid of needles. There, I said it. It’s over. We’re done. End of discussion.”
“No, no, wait,” Marlene said, holding up her paws. “Needles?” she repeated, genuinely shocked. “Of all things, you’re afraid of needles?”
Skipper, his flippers still folded over his chest, stared at her bitterly.
“I’m sorry,” Marlene said, laughing. “That was just completely unexpected.”
“So is your fear of spiders,” Skipper shot back.
Marlene shrugged. “Touché.” Then her eyes widened and she looked around. “Wait, where is the spider?” she asked, suddenly realizing it was still somewhere in her cave.
Skipper’s eyes widened as he saw exactly where it was—on Marlene’s back. “Uh . . . Marlene? How ‘bout stop moving?”
Marlene froze. “W-Why?”
Without taking the time to explain, Skipper grabbed the large spider from Marlene’s back by its abdomen. “Got it.”
Marlene turned to him and her eyes locked on the spider. She gulped as it wriggled its legs.
“That was . . . on m-me?” she choked.
“Well—” Skipper started, but he didn’t even get to finish before Marlene fainted. Skipper pressed his beak shut and looked at the spider. He frowned. “You really do have beady little eyes . . .”
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*Smiles* I will miss you too, Ester.
heres my facts about me and its all true and yes im more crazier then Rico xD (don't tell him that i said that) anyway this is my facts about me and i love my bazooka&my bloody swords!!! im the awesomeness penguin girl ever! take that Giselle! BOOM-SHAKA-NA! im more stronger then you! xD (the shot thing doesn't count so don't point it out)to the others,this is my info but don't copy my info! if you do i will bring my bazooka! and my bloody swords xD Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
species:
gender:
birthday:
weapon:
favorite sport:
place:
hobbies:
facts:
fears:
heres mines
species:
gender:
birthday:
weapon:
favorite sport:
place:
hobbies:
facts:
fears:
heres mines
S: Ok we need to spit up, Marlene zoo, Rico city, Kowalski park, and I will surch the sewers, now go!
(all of them splitted up for the surch)
~meanwhile~
S: Find him yet?
M: No.
R: Nada!
S: Kowalski find him yet?
K: I CANT TAKE IT ANY MORE! AHHHhhhhh!
M: What the heck is up with him?!
S: Nobody knows, he probly went home, lets go!
( they went to the penguin habitat)
S: Kowalski? Kowalski? Were are you?
P: Hi Skipper!
M: Private, where were you?
S: And weres Kowalski!
P: Oh he said he seen a spider again and ran to his lab, and he was screaming!
R: HA HA HA!
S: Rico, stop with the laughing!
R: Sorry.
K: Hey guys!
R: Whats up!
S: well it night time so we need to go to bed.
M: Wait!... Why did you sream Kowalski?
K: I seen a spider that keped on chasing me, so I ran off.
S: Um... ok? Lets go to bed, yaw need to too.
............
(all of them splitted up for the surch)
~meanwhile~
S: Find him yet?
M: No.
R: Nada!
S: Kowalski find him yet?
K: I CANT TAKE IT ANY MORE! AHHHhhhhh!
M: What the heck is up with him?!
S: Nobody knows, he probly went home, lets go!
( they went to the penguin habitat)
S: Kowalski? Kowalski? Were are you?
P: Hi Skipper!
M: Private, where were you?
S: And weres Kowalski!
P: Oh he said he seen a spider again and ran to his lab, and he was screaming!
R: HA HA HA!
S: Rico, stop with the laughing!
R: Sorry.
K: Hey guys!
R: Whats up!
S: well it night time so we need to go to bed.
M: Wait!... Why did you sream Kowalski?
K: I seen a spider that keped on chasing me, so I ran off.
S: Um... ok? Lets go to bed, yaw need to too.
............
