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One after the other, four penguins waddled in the darkness as fast as they could. In the front was the leader, segundo was the tallest, the third wore a mohawk, and last came the shortest.

All were confused, paranoid, and scared silly.

But Skipper got the worst of it. All was silent. Too silent. Dead silent. He felt warm breath hit the side of his head. He turned in fright, but he couldn't see anything in the darkness. The blood left his face, and he felt himself go weak.

Then he heard something else. A sound so quiet, it could've been coming from the inside of his head. A voice. So faint. Skipper listened closely.

It was laughing. A chuckle filled with overjoy and insanity.

It spoke. It was a whisper in his ear.

"Come play, Skipper."

Skipper slowed down to a stop.

Kowalski bumped into him from behind.

"Are you okay, Skipper?" He asked.

"L-listen. ...Don't you hear that?"

"It's okay, Skipper."

Kowaslki stared at the military commander with confusion.

"What? It's dead silent out here."

Skipper stared back with bewilderment.

"You don't hear that? That voice? Where is it coming from?" Skipper glanced nervously all around him. His breathing sped up.

"What's wrong, Skippa'?" Private glanced at him softly.

"Come on, Skipper."

"Er - nothing." Skipper felt faint. "Kowalski - analysis."

"Uh... right. We are currently in ... Oh. We are finally in the unggoy na malaki exhibit." Kowalski placed his flippers on his hips and surveyed his surroundings.

"All right. Okay men, paghahanap the entire area high and low."

"It's okay to die, Skipper."

Rico spat out a flashlight, turned it on, and started to investigate. The others followed him.

Kowalski suddenly halted. "I found something! ...What is this?"

Rico shined the flashlight at the spot where Kowalski was pointing.

A dark red substance trickling through the damo sparkled in the light.

Kowalski dipped his flipper in it and stuck it in his mouth. He smacked his lips together and his eyes lit up. "Ahh, blood." He smiled, happy with being able to analyize the liquid. Then his smile quickly faded away. "Wait. Why is there blood on the ground?"

"Follow the trail of blood!" Skipper ordered.

"It's okay to die..."

The trickle of blood led to a load of blood sliding along the dirt. And that led to a figure laying unmoving on a mound of dirt ahead.

Rico pointed his flashlight at the object.

A unggoy na malaki rested peacefully, almost like she was sleeping. But she was... off. It looked like she was clutching her heart. If she had a heart. Her ribs were broken, sticking outwards out of her skin. Blood was gushing out. The puso was missing. Her puso was litterally ripped out of her chest. And her face was messed up. It hurt the penguins to look at it. Her eyes were wide open and bulging, and her mouth was hanging open as wide as it could go. She was screaming. She died screaming. She died going through a hell, worse then anything anyone can imagine.

Kowalski was covering Private's eyes. Private was whimpering and burrying his face into Kowalski's chest. Kowalski was gaping at the sight, and Rico dropped the flashlight and turned away.

Skipper stared full on, ipinapakita no emotion.

"...Darla," He whispered.

The voice came back. It was louder this time, ringing in his ears. Laughing. A powerful, maniacal, joyful laugh, screaming inside of him.