***
Skipper climbed up the ladder and out of the fishbowl enterance. It must have been two in the morning, but he developed a sudden urge to visit Marlene. He walked through the darkness and neared the otter's exhibit. He was right up to the gate, when all the sudden he took a sharp turn to the right and started walking towards the gift shop.
What was he doing? Skipper felt like he couldn't control his actions. He couldn't turn around. It was like someone was pushing him, forcing him a different direction.
Skipper waddled up to the door. He was too short to open it. He just stood there and stared up at the doorknob.
Suddenly, a wet liguid touched Skipper's feet. He forced himself to look away from the doorknob and stared down. A dark substance leaked out from underneath the door and surrounded Skipper. He bent over and dipped his flipper into the liquid, and raised the flipper to his eye level. Blood.
Skipper looked up and stared back at the doorknob. It started to turn. Like some unknown force inside Skipper reached out and twisted the knob. He opened the door. madami blood poured out of the dark room. Skipper waddled into the darkness. The door slammed behind him.
He could hear nothing. See nothing. But he could still feel the blood gather at his feet.
He wasn't alone. He felt inside him that there was something else, standing opposite of him on the other side of the room. He could not see it, but he knew it was staring at him, watching him. Skipper could feel the creature's eyes pierce through his heart, which was pounding vigorously inside his chest.
The silence broke. A soft growl came from the creature, and it bounced off the walls and created an echo.
Skipper wanted to leave. He couldn't take it anymore. He turned to the door and tried to leave, but something held him back. He turn back towards the darkness. Another growl was heard, louder and madami threatening then the other.
The blood drained from around Skipper's feet, and the ground became dry.
Finally, Skipper regained his control over himself and sprung for the door. It opened automatically, and there stood Marlene.
"Skipper?"
"Marlene!"
"What are you doing here?"
"Quick, Marlene, we have to leave. Follow me." Skipper grabbed Marlene's wrist and pulled her after him as he waddled away as fast as he could from the gift shop. Marlene resisted his pulling.
"No, Skipper." Marlene smiled. "What's the rush? Let's play!"
Skipper stared at Marlene, confused sa pamamagitan ng her behavior. "What? No. Marlene, it's late, and we have to get out of here now."
"No, Skipper. We should have fun."
"What's gotten into you, Marlene? We can't. We need to leave." Skipper was pulling her with all his might.
The smile left Marlene's face.
"No, Skipper," Marlene glared at him. "It's okay to die. And it will be fast. You won't feel a thing."
Skipper gaped at Marlene.
The ends of Marlene's mouth started to curve upwards into a twisted smile. She just stood there, her eyes narrowed at Skipper, smiling a wicked, devilish grin.
"Come on Skipper. Come on..." Her voice faded.
All the sudden, blood started oozing out of Marlene's mouth, down her chin, and splashed onto the concrete. She didn't move, still staring at Skipper, smiling.
Skipper's puso pounded louder then ever. He let go of Marlene's wrist, turned, and ran as fast as a ibong dagat could. He could still hear the blood dripping onto the ground. Marlene started to laugh, a disturbing, evil laugh. Skipper's vision faded.
He heard Marlene's voice in his head.
"Come play, Skipper. It's okay to die, Skipper... It's okay to die..."
***
Skipper climbed up the ladder and out of the fishbowl enterance. It must have been two in the morning, but he developed a sudden urge to visit Marlene. He walked through the darkness and neared the otter's exhibit. He was right up to the gate, when all the sudden he took a sharp turn to the right and started walking towards the gift shop.
What was he doing? Skipper felt like he couldn't control his actions. He couldn't turn around. It was like someone was pushing him, forcing him a different direction.
Skipper waddled up to the door. He was too short to open it. He just stood there and stared up at the doorknob.
Suddenly, a wet liguid touched Skipper's feet. He forced himself to look away from the doorknob and stared down. A dark substance leaked out from underneath the door and surrounded Skipper. He bent over and dipped his flipper into the liquid, and raised the flipper to his eye level. Blood.
Skipper looked up and stared back at the doorknob. It started to turn. Like some unknown force inside Skipper reached out and twisted the knob. He opened the door. madami blood poured out of the dark room. Skipper waddled into the darkness. The door slammed behind him.
He could hear nothing. See nothing. But he could still feel the blood gather at his feet.
He wasn't alone. He felt inside him that there was something else, standing opposite of him on the other side of the room. He could not see it, but he knew it was staring at him, watching him. Skipper could feel the creature's eyes pierce through his heart, which was pounding vigorously inside his chest.
The silence broke. A soft growl came from the creature, and it bounced off the walls and created an echo.
Skipper wanted to leave. He couldn't take it anymore. He turned to the door and tried to leave, but something held him back. He turn back towards the darkness. Another growl was heard, louder and madami threatening then the other.
The blood drained from around Skipper's feet, and the ground became dry.
Finally, Skipper regained his control over himself and sprung for the door. It opened automatically, and there stood Marlene.
"Skipper?"
"Marlene!"
"What are you doing here?"
"Quick, Marlene, we have to leave. Follow me." Skipper grabbed Marlene's wrist and pulled her after him as he waddled away as fast as he could from the gift shop. Marlene resisted his pulling.
"No, Skipper." Marlene smiled. "What's the rush? Let's play!"
Skipper stared at Marlene, confused sa pamamagitan ng her behavior. "What? No. Marlene, it's late, and we have to get out of here now."
"No, Skipper. We should have fun."
"What's gotten into you, Marlene? We can't. We need to leave." Skipper was pulling her with all his might.
The smile left Marlene's face.
"No, Skipper," Marlene glared at him. "It's okay to die. And it will be fast. You won't feel a thing."
Skipper gaped at Marlene.
The ends of Marlene's mouth started to curve upwards into a twisted smile. She just stood there, her eyes narrowed at Skipper, smiling a wicked, devilish grin.
"Come on Skipper. Come on..." Her voice faded.
All the sudden, blood started oozing out of Marlene's mouth, down her chin, and splashed onto the concrete. She didn't move, still staring at Skipper, smiling.
Skipper's puso pounded louder then ever. He let go of Marlene's wrist, turned, and ran as fast as a ibong dagat could. He could still hear the blood dripping onto the ground. Marlene started to laugh, a disturbing, evil laugh. Skipper's vision faded.
He heard Marlene's voice in his head.
"Come play, Skipper. It's okay to die, Skipper... It's okay to die..."
***
47 Vs. Rico
Fighting style: boxing, karate, Kung Fu
Weapons: Twin-Silver Ballars, anything he can find in the area
Description: A bald assain, trained highly in the ways of contract killing.
Rico
Fighting style: Karate
Weapons: What ever the heck is in his gut.
Description: A psychotic little ibong dagat who shows no regards towards the rules. But is controlling of his use of explosives.
Rico walks alone in Central Park no one is around little does he know a hit was placed on him and agent 47 was sent after him. 47 waits for Rico to come out into the open. 47 the hears a twig snap under Rico's foot, he draws out his silver ballers. As Rico hears 47 emerge from behind the puno he lets loose with a smoke bomb. As the smoke clears 47 is no where to be found. As Rico continues on his way a W2000 sniper riple goes off getting Rico in the chest. Victory goes to 47.
Private Vs. Scorpion
Fighting styles: Hapkido, Pi Gua
Weapons: Bloody spear, Ninja sword
Abilities:can manipulate apoy to his will
Description: A reserected, heartless, ninja with an Unkown background. Nothing and no one can beat him.
Private
Fighting styles: karate
Weapons: none
Abilities: hyper cute
Description: The youngest and cutest of team ibong dagat also with little known about his background other than he played mini golf. Can use his hyper cute to stun anything, except for his foe.
Private and alakdan enter the ring. Private starts off with the hyper cute but is ineffective against Scorpion. Slowly alakdan gets his Bloody Spear ready. Then he shouts "Get over here" and sends the Bloody Spear at Private. With segundos hesitation alakdan pulls the bloody spear back with private on it. Victory is Scorpion's.
