Fairy Tale 05.24.15
Skipper gripped the bars of his cage as Hans stood boastfully on the other side.
“All right, puffin,” he 说 scowling, “you got me. What’s your plan this time?”
Hans smiled. “Why the rush?” he asked. “Can’t we talk?”
Skipper arched a brow and narrowed his eyes. “Talk? As in the exchange of words?”
Hans rolled his eyes. “That’s typically the definition of talk, Skipper.”
Skipper studied him carefully. “What about?”
Hans turned around and headed back to a control 表 under a large screen. “Do 你 remember when we were children, Skipper?” he asked calmly.
Skipper grimaced and glared at him. “Like a bell. Why?”
Hans hit a button and an image appeared on the screen. It was of he and Skipper at a young age, celebrating a successful mission. Skipper looked at it with disgust.
“What’s your game here, Hans?” he asked suspiciously.
Hans faced him and leaned back against the control table. “Don’t 你 remember that mission? I believe I recall saving your life.”
“You know that’s based on a technicality,” Skipper argued gripping the bars tighter. “What’s your point?”
Hans smiled. “I’m getting to it.” He hit another button. Another image displayed he and Skipper as children, on their first 日 of training. “Aw, look at us. We were so tiny!”
Skipper rolled his eyes. “Just get to the point, Hans.”
Hans sighed irritably. “What? 你 don’t want a trip down memory lane?”
“I’ll kick your tail feathers down memory lane,” Skipper replied crossly.
Hans approached his cage. “What’s the matter? Did 你 forget about the good ol’ days?” he asked tauntingly.
“First of all, that was over thirty years ago. Second, there was nothing ‘good’ about any of those days. 你 and your twisted mother accepted me into your family with nothing but deception and lies,” Skipper growled.
“Well, if you’re so big on technicalities, we only told one lie, which was about what happened to that silly little village of yours. And I didn’t even know it was a lie until I was a teenager. But everything else, that was no lie. We weren’t just friends, Skipper. We were brothers,” Hans explained.
Skipper didn’t break eye contact. “Emphasis on the were. And if we were such great ‘brothers,’ why did 你 frame me?”
Hans’ expression hardened. “Because 你 left me for dead when 你 found out the truth. 你 never even tried to hear my side of the story, 或者 mend our relationship. 你 took everything I had away!”
“Well, then I guess 你 got your revenge already!” Skipper 说 slamming his fist into the bars. “You got your revenge that night at the Ministry of Open-Faced Sandwiches! What 更多 do 你 want from me?” he asked as he weighed his chances of ripping out one of the cage bars and smacking Hans with it.
Hans’ expression softened. “Aw,” he mocked. “You still miss her.”
Skipper glared at Hans, but he didn’t respond.
“Anyway,” Hans 说 nonchalantly, “what I’m getting at is a proposal.”
“Not interested,” Skipper replied without hesitation.
“You haven’t even heard it yet!” Hans protested. “I’m willing to put everything behind us. I really think we can be brothers again, just like—” he glanced longingly at the picture on the screen— “the good ol’ days.”
Skipper looked as if he’d just been punched in the gut. “You really believe I’m just going to put everything behind us so we can be 老友记 again? Foremost, I don’t trust that this is a genuine proposal without a catch for an instant. Even if it was, I’d rather drink Number 12 than agree to a cockamamie reconciliation as that.”
Hans folded his flippers over his chest. “Really, Skipper? Not even for your own brother? We grew up together. We can have that again.”
“You’re not my brother,” Skipper replied. “My brothers are back at home, waiting for me to return from this seemingly pointless solo mission that was obviously a waste of my time. Do 你 even have an evil plan?”
Hans sighed impatiently. “What I want is a truce. We set aside our differences and be chums again. I just don’t understand what’s so hard to understand about that. That was years ago. I’ve let go. Why haven’t you?”
“What kind of fairy tale are 你 living in?” Skipper asked indignantly. “I will never let go. All 你 had to do was find me and we could’ve worked things out! 你 didn’t have to—to—” Skipper gripped the bars and looked at the ground, fighting to push the memory from his mind.
“I don’t believe that for a second,” Hans said. “You came to the Ministry that night to lock me up forever. 你 wouldn’t have brought that little klaphat if 你 weren’t.”
“Don’t talk about her that way, 你 son of a leopard seal!” Skipper yelled through the bars. “I swear if I get my flippers on you, I’ll—”
“Don’t waste your energy,” Hans 说 with a dismissive wave of his flipper. “You’ve made your decision. If you’re not going to 加入 me, then I guess I’ll just have to get my revenge on 你 once and for all. Good bye,” he 说 slamming his fist down on a button. A computerized voice told him there was thirty 秒 until self-destruct and started counting down.
Hans sprinted from the room and Skipper growled under his breath. He reached down to his leg, where he’d secured a paper clip safely hidden under his feathers. After using it to pick the lock to the cage, he glared at the 照片 still displayed on the screen before bolting from the room. He escaped with seven 秒 to spare, and Hans was nowhere to be seen.
“Next time,” Skipper 说 under his breath. Then he started the long journey home.
— § —
Note: This is actually inspiration from something I’ve been working on for about two years now. I will 发布 it, it is just the 问题 of when I can finally finish it. I have a lot of ideas for it that I’ve been dying to get on paper, but with several life issues (writer’s block, school, other personal events), it’s been a struggle to get it finished. This is why I finish a story before publishing. So, I guess 你 can consider this a preview.
由 the way, klaphat means idiot. I just thought it sounded 更多 insulting in Danish.
Skipper gripped the bars of his cage as Hans stood boastfully on the other side.
“All right, puffin,” he 说 scowling, “you got me. What’s your plan this time?”
Hans smiled. “Why the rush?” he asked. “Can’t we talk?”
Skipper arched a brow and narrowed his eyes. “Talk? As in the exchange of words?”
Hans rolled his eyes. “That’s typically the definition of talk, Skipper.”
Skipper studied him carefully. “What about?”
Hans turned around and headed back to a control 表 under a large screen. “Do 你 remember when we were children, Skipper?” he asked calmly.
Skipper grimaced and glared at him. “Like a bell. Why?”
Hans hit a button and an image appeared on the screen. It was of he and Skipper at a young age, celebrating a successful mission. Skipper looked at it with disgust.
“What’s your game here, Hans?” he asked suspiciously.
Hans faced him and leaned back against the control table. “Don’t 你 remember that mission? I believe I recall saving your life.”
“You know that’s based on a technicality,” Skipper argued gripping the bars tighter. “What’s your point?”
Hans smiled. “I’m getting to it.” He hit another button. Another image displayed he and Skipper as children, on their first 日 of training. “Aw, look at us. We were so tiny!”
Skipper rolled his eyes. “Just get to the point, Hans.”
Hans sighed irritably. “What? 你 don’t want a trip down memory lane?”
“I’ll kick your tail feathers down memory lane,” Skipper replied crossly.
Hans approached his cage. “What’s the matter? Did 你 forget about the good ol’ days?” he asked tauntingly.
“First of all, that was over thirty years ago. Second, there was nothing ‘good’ about any of those days. 你 and your twisted mother accepted me into your family with nothing but deception and lies,” Skipper growled.
“Well, if you’re so big on technicalities, we only told one lie, which was about what happened to that silly little village of yours. And I didn’t even know it was a lie until I was a teenager. But everything else, that was no lie. We weren’t just friends, Skipper. We were brothers,” Hans explained.
Skipper didn’t break eye contact. “Emphasis on the were. And if we were such great ‘brothers,’ why did 你 frame me?”
Hans’ expression hardened. “Because 你 left me for dead when 你 found out the truth. 你 never even tried to hear my side of the story, 或者 mend our relationship. 你 took everything I had away!”
“Well, then I guess 你 got your revenge already!” Skipper 说 slamming his fist into the bars. “You got your revenge that night at the Ministry of Open-Faced Sandwiches! What 更多 do 你 want from me?” he asked as he weighed his chances of ripping out one of the cage bars and smacking Hans with it.
Hans’ expression softened. “Aw,” he mocked. “You still miss her.”
Skipper glared at Hans, but he didn’t respond.
“Anyway,” Hans 说 nonchalantly, “what I’m getting at is a proposal.”
“Not interested,” Skipper replied without hesitation.
“You haven’t even heard it yet!” Hans protested. “I’m willing to put everything behind us. I really think we can be brothers again, just like—” he glanced longingly at the picture on the screen— “the good ol’ days.”
Skipper looked as if he’d just been punched in the gut. “You really believe I’m just going to put everything behind us so we can be 老友记 again? Foremost, I don’t trust that this is a genuine proposal without a catch for an instant. Even if it was, I’d rather drink Number 12 than agree to a cockamamie reconciliation as that.”
Hans folded his flippers over his chest. “Really, Skipper? Not even for your own brother? We grew up together. We can have that again.”
“You’re not my brother,” Skipper replied. “My brothers are back at home, waiting for me to return from this seemingly pointless solo mission that was obviously a waste of my time. Do 你 even have an evil plan?”
Hans sighed impatiently. “What I want is a truce. We set aside our differences and be chums again. I just don’t understand what’s so hard to understand about that. That was years ago. I’ve let go. Why haven’t you?”
“What kind of fairy tale are 你 living in?” Skipper asked indignantly. “I will never let go. All 你 had to do was find me and we could’ve worked things out! 你 didn’t have to—to—” Skipper gripped the bars and looked at the ground, fighting to push the memory from his mind.
“I don’t believe that for a second,” Hans said. “You came to the Ministry that night to lock me up forever. 你 wouldn’t have brought that little klaphat if 你 weren’t.”
“Don’t talk about her that way, 你 son of a leopard seal!” Skipper yelled through the bars. “I swear if I get my flippers on you, I’ll—”
“Don’t waste your energy,” Hans 说 with a dismissive wave of his flipper. “You’ve made your decision. If you’re not going to 加入 me, then I guess I’ll just have to get my revenge on 你 once and for all. Good bye,” he 说 slamming his fist down on a button. A computerized voice told him there was thirty 秒 until self-destruct and started counting down.
Hans sprinted from the room and Skipper growled under his breath. He reached down to his leg, where he’d secured a paper clip safely hidden under his feathers. After using it to pick the lock to the cage, he glared at the 照片 still displayed on the screen before bolting from the room. He escaped with seven 秒 to spare, and Hans was nowhere to be seen.
“Next time,” Skipper 说 under his breath. Then he started the long journey home.
— § —
Note: This is actually inspiration from something I’ve been working on for about two years now. I will 发布 it, it is just the 问题 of when I can finally finish it. I have a lot of ideas for it that I’ve been dying to get on paper, but with several life issues (writer’s block, school, other personal events), it’s been a struggle to get it finished. This is why I finish a story before publishing. So, I guess 你 can consider this a preview.
由 the way, klaphat means idiot. I just thought it sounded 更多 insulting in Danish.
