This is my current fanfic. Mild swearing, and some- Oh, sod it. Just read please?
Knock before entry -30 by Vulpixtwo, literature
Literature
Knock before entry -30
Epilogue
Saturday. Hobbies day. Skipper was beginning to like that decision. For a start, Kowalski was no longer in his lab 24/7. In fact, he'd hardly been in it at all. Kowalski laid down on his bunk and rested his still partially bald head on his hard pillow. Jiggles hopped next to him and cuddled up to him. Kowalski smiled.
"Are you ready to begin, Kowalski?" Private asked, pulling up a seat and holding up Kowalski's clipboard.
"Yes."
"Good." Skipper came up behind Private.
"Exactly what are you doing?"
"Psychiatric counselling!"
"Quack!" Rico chirped as he came out of Kowalski's laboratory, having finished incinerating every trace
Private tried so hard to resist following his order. He could feel every muscle and nerve in his body itching to punch Rico in the stomach, grab the knife that would come out and slit his master's throat. He wasn't going to give in to it. His face was red, not just with the blood from his wound but from the effort of trying to stop himself.
"P-Please?" Kowalski tried to smile through his discomfort. The party watched in horror as they saw his eye glaze over with a kind of red glass. His brilliant blue iris was covered by a layer of crimson. The area around his eye was made up entirely cyberculosis cells. And it glowed.
"N-N-No..." Private w
The three sat in silence, no one daring to speak. Private had explained what had happened that evening to Rico, and explained what he knew about Kowalski's state of mind, and about the implant on his neck to Marlene. Marlene's tears continued to roll down her cheeks. Private was concentrating on stopping the flow of blood from his face. Marlene had apologised, but he didn't think she needed to. He understood why she had lashed out at him. If he had been in her position, he probably would have done the same thing. It didn't particularly hurt. It stung, slightly, but it was tolerable. He looked up at Marlene's face. He envied her. He wished he
Rico continued brushing Miss Perky's blonde, plastic hair. Suddenly, Private came in through the entrance in Kowalski's former laboratory, holding an unconscious Marlene in his flippers. Rico understood immediately. He looked at Rico in such anguish, he seemed almost about to burst into tears. His eyes were swollen and bruised, and he was bleeding mildly in several places. Rico put his polyester mistress down and walked over. Private laid Marlene down against the wall. The scarred penguin then smiled at him, and gave his young private just what he needed; a big hug. Private closed his eyes, and sobbed without tears. He sobbed harder than he e
"Apologize." Kowalski said coolly. Skipper chuckled.
"How much dignity do you think I have?!" He stood as firmly as he could and grinned up at Kowalski's perplexed expression. "You've gotta be joking if you think I'm going to apologize for what you've done?! You'll be lucky if you hear one letter of it." Skipper spat at him, then regretted loosing body fluids immediately.
"For what I've done?!" Kowalski repeated. "I'll let that one slide, because your time is running out." He wiped his administrator's saliva off him. The clock chimed for a third time. "All I'm asking is one little sentence. Just one small string of words."
"No."
"Suit you
Present day
Skipper sat back down in shock, not speaking a word until Kowalski had finished. The world seemed to come to a stand still. The only thing in existence at that one moment was the sound of Kowalski's voice.
"So you see, your fault." Kowalski concluded furrowing his brow down at his former commanding officer. Skipper blinked up at him.
"My fault?"
"YES. Weren't you listening?"
"I was. I just fail to see how this is entirely my fault." Kowalski was taken aback at this. He hesitated.
"Skipper, are you afraid to die?" he asked him, grin plastered on his face like a bad cold. "You never seemed the sort to. Everyone else
Three Months Ago
I fiddled with the carbon dioxide filled test-tube in my wing and sighed. This was never going to work. I just kept "mucking around" with my equipment without thinking. I knew I was forbidden to do anything along these lines so I put it down and looked over at the door. Thinking briefly about how I should perhaps put a "Knock Before Entry" sign on it to deter the unannounced entrance of anyone but me, despite it's probable ineffectuality, I began to lose myself in my thoughts. Skipper wandered in to tell me that his catfish surprise was ready and left instantly. I moaned. One of us was going to have to sit down and tell Skip
"I refuse to believe it."
"Oh, believe it." Kowalski clapped his wings and Skipper heard the door lock. He wasn't going anywhere soon.
"It seems instead of helping my mental health, as you intended, my exile drove me to insanity." Skipper noticed a slight glint in Kowalski's eye at that point. "It's effects had been visible ever since the "accident"." Kowalski made quotation marks with his wings as he said that. Skipper sighed.
"It wasn't an accident, was it?" Skipper realised what he meant. Kowalski shook his head. "What happened to you?"
"Allow me to explain..."
***
Three Months Ago
Marlene and Skipper looked at each other, mouth and beak (respectively) agape. Then they looked back at the tray. Skipper closed his bill and picked up the small amount of the cloudy liquid.
"Odd. Everything about this screams odd." Marlene summarized. She drew her attention to the tape. She pressed the button to start it, and skipper watched her from the corner of his eye. He turned around as the voice began to speak. He put the glass down.
"Hello, Skipper. Hello, Marlene." Kowalski greeted. "Both your drinks were tainted with a poison. An extremely concentrated version, equal in suffering and eventual death to my very own CB."
"Wh-what!
The evening went completely as planned as soon as the food had arrived and been eaten. Kowalski downed his drink in one gulp. Skipper found himself subconsciously trusting in his old friend more and more, and he didn't try and stop himself. Kowalski relaxed, until Skipper started questioning why he had called them for this meal. At the start of this, the young footman listened intently from the other room.
"Ah, yes. That is a matter of which I had been meaning to discuss." Kowalski's voice grew audibly more solemn. "I am going to die." For just a second, Skipper thought he heard a tiny voice at the back of his mind say in the softest of tone