Skipper and the Church
Okay, new story! This time, it is going to be one song-fic per chapter, all of them relating to the story in whole. The only Chapter without a song (as of now) is the prologue, which is this chapter. There will be Christian themes used. In this chapter, I try to explain a bit of Skipper’s past and why he doesn’t like church. Let me know how I do.
PROLOGUE
Burt the elefante ran from his habitat. “Peanuts!” he cried.
“Kowalski, analysis!” Skipper ordered, looking on at the chaos Burt was creating.
“It appears the pachyderm has gone on a psychotic rampage for Peanuts. Again.”
“Alright, options!”
“We can try and use peanuts to lure him back to his habitat, where we can keep him there.”
“Sounds like a plan –“Skipper was cut off por a crashing sound. Burt had crashed through the zoo wall. The four penguins slid on the parte superior, arriba of the wall, following the running elefante around the zoo perimeters.
There was a maní, cacahuete carro standoff across the road. The vendor saw the elefante and ran. Burt ran for the stand.
“Operation: maní, cacahuete Gallery! Go!” Skipper ordered. Rico, Kowalski, Private and Skipper all slid after Burt. Burt saw them.
“No way! You’re not taking my peanuts!” He grabbed an entire bag with his el maletero, tronco and ran into the church. The four continued sliding. Suddenly, Skipper saw where they were going.
The Catholic Church. Its large window was a significant reminder of what happened to Skipper.
DENMARK, TEN YEARS PREVIOUS
Fire. Everywhere, there were flames. Crawling up the walls, the sides of the Rectory. Hans was on the wall, his feet pushing against the large statue of a Man in purple robes, nailed to a cross. On his head was a hat of thorns. Some might call it a Crown, as he had heard people call it. Why would anyone worship a bloody figure, half-naked and nailed to boards of wood nine feet up, he didn’t know.
The statue was falling now. Instead of running backwards, like in most caricaturas and movies, Skipper was smarter and ran to the side. Unfortunately, the side beams of the cruzar, cruz got his back. Hans fluttered down to the door.
“Sorry to leave tu like this, Skipper. It’s just good business.” And with that, he walked through the flaming door to the outside snow.
“HANS!” Skipper cried. “DAMN YOU, HANS! Damn- you…” The smoke became heavier, pushing and pushing on him. He fell unconscious, the flames coming brighter. Paramedics and the fuego department rushed on the scene.
Skipper was the only one they found. Nearby, they found a case of lit matches. Thinking they put two and two together, they locked Skipper away.
Skipper escaped, but he lost an inmate and a friend in the process. From that moment on, he was an important figure to the Catholic church of Denmark. He never went into another church again.
PRESENT
“Skipper? Skipper, are tu alright?” Private waved his arms.
“Yes, Private, I’m fine. tu all go on without me.”
They looked at him strangely. Rico shrugged, and turned back to go inside. The others followed. Skipper cursed himself for his hiding. Because that’s what he was doing. If one of the members inside recognized him, he was done for. There was another part of him, a different part of him, that was scared.
He wouldn’t admit it, but that statue came back in his nightmares for months afterward. He dreamt it came down, and took his flippers, against his will. He dreamt of the flames, fuego everywhere but where they were. He couldn’t mover in his nightmare. He could only look at the smiling, bloody figure as he took the nails out of his hand and began to pound them through his flipper. Usually at the point where Skipper was dado the thorny crown is when he woke up.
Once they had Burt out of the church, Skipper was back to normal. They got him back to his habitat, and went back to their own before Alice noticed.
Skipper had a problem, and he knew it. It was like his needle phobia. He needed help.
“Kowalski, come here.” If anyone could help him, he could.
So? What do tu think? I think I may have over played the nightmare, and if it insults anyone, I’m sorry. Please don’t call me names, I’m Christian as well. I hope all of tu understand that what seems new and strange to some people is a way of life for others. It’s the basis of prejudice, and prejudice breeds racism. This is something I do NOT approve. Anyway, now that my rambling is over, I’m going to let tu review! Have at it!
Okay, new story! This time, it is going to be one song-fic per chapter, all of them relating to the story in whole. The only Chapter without a song (as of now) is the prologue, which is this chapter. There will be Christian themes used. In this chapter, I try to explain a bit of Skipper’s past and why he doesn’t like church. Let me know how I do.
PROLOGUE
Burt the elefante ran from his habitat. “Peanuts!” he cried.
“Kowalski, analysis!” Skipper ordered, looking on at the chaos Burt was creating.
“It appears the pachyderm has gone on a psychotic rampage for Peanuts. Again.”
“Alright, options!”
“We can try and use peanuts to lure him back to his habitat, where we can keep him there.”
“Sounds like a plan –“Skipper was cut off por a crashing sound. Burt had crashed through the zoo wall. The four penguins slid on the parte superior, arriba of the wall, following the running elefante around the zoo perimeters.
There was a maní, cacahuete carro standoff across the road. The vendor saw the elefante and ran. Burt ran for the stand.
“Operation: maní, cacahuete Gallery! Go!” Skipper ordered. Rico, Kowalski, Private and Skipper all slid after Burt. Burt saw them.
“No way! You’re not taking my peanuts!” He grabbed an entire bag with his el maletero, tronco and ran into the church. The four continued sliding. Suddenly, Skipper saw where they were going.
The Catholic Church. Its large window was a significant reminder of what happened to Skipper.
DENMARK, TEN YEARS PREVIOUS
Fire. Everywhere, there were flames. Crawling up the walls, the sides of the Rectory. Hans was on the wall, his feet pushing against the large statue of a Man in purple robes, nailed to a cross. On his head was a hat of thorns. Some might call it a Crown, as he had heard people call it. Why would anyone worship a bloody figure, half-naked and nailed to boards of wood nine feet up, he didn’t know.
The statue was falling now. Instead of running backwards, like in most caricaturas and movies, Skipper was smarter and ran to the side. Unfortunately, the side beams of the cruzar, cruz got his back. Hans fluttered down to the door.
“Sorry to leave tu like this, Skipper. It’s just good business.” And with that, he walked through the flaming door to the outside snow.
“HANS!” Skipper cried. “DAMN YOU, HANS! Damn- you…” The smoke became heavier, pushing and pushing on him. He fell unconscious, the flames coming brighter. Paramedics and the fuego department rushed on the scene.
Skipper was the only one they found. Nearby, they found a case of lit matches. Thinking they put two and two together, they locked Skipper away.
Skipper escaped, but he lost an inmate and a friend in the process. From that moment on, he was an important figure to the Catholic church of Denmark. He never went into another church again.
PRESENT
“Skipper? Skipper, are tu alright?” Private waved his arms.
“Yes, Private, I’m fine. tu all go on without me.”
They looked at him strangely. Rico shrugged, and turned back to go inside. The others followed. Skipper cursed himself for his hiding. Because that’s what he was doing. If one of the members inside recognized him, he was done for. There was another part of him, a different part of him, that was scared.
He wouldn’t admit it, but that statue came back in his nightmares for months afterward. He dreamt it came down, and took his flippers, against his will. He dreamt of the flames, fuego everywhere but where they were. He couldn’t mover in his nightmare. He could only look at the smiling, bloody figure as he took the nails out of his hand and began to pound them through his flipper. Usually at the point where Skipper was dado the thorny crown is when he woke up.
Once they had Burt out of the church, Skipper was back to normal. They got him back to his habitat, and went back to their own before Alice noticed.
Skipper had a problem, and he knew it. It was like his needle phobia. He needed help.
“Kowalski, come here.” If anyone could help him, he could.
So? What do tu think? I think I may have over played the nightmare, and if it insults anyone, I’m sorry. Please don’t call me names, I’m Christian as well. I hope all of tu understand that what seems new and strange to some people is a way of life for others. It’s the basis of prejudice, and prejudice breeds racism. This is something I do NOT approve. Anyway, now that my rambling is over, I’m going to let tu review! Have at it!
