"So let me get this straight. آپ both got turned into LEMURS from a MOUSE-ray-thing?" Kowalski asked Dr Horrible as he cleaned out his test tubes. 
  Dr Horrible nodded. "I need a quadrupal-D battery, a spring-loaded finger nail file, and 3 ounces of high-acidic mustard to fix the Mouserizer. That is the only way i can turn us human again. Do آپ think آپ might have any of that?" 
   Kowalski dug through his cabinets for a few منٹ then shook his head. "Fresh out of.. everything آپ just said..." he کہا he observed Captain Hamner looking at his tail like he had just noticed it...

It was a dark and stormy afternoon and it was a rough flight for Sindaj who was leaving the Shanghai docks with a shipment of assorted fish. The lightning flashed and the thunder rumbled and the rain pounded Sindaj's hull. Strong, gale force winds were building and rocking her jet. "Skipper there is a storm brewing. My sensors identify it as a typhoon... I actually feel nervous" she کہا over her radio. Meanwhile back at the lair, the other penguins were tracking her flight. "it doesnt look good, Skipper. Intel has just issued a hurricane warning. That typhoon just upgraded to a hurricane....

Skipper: relax Rico is around here somewhere

Kowalski: found him!

Skipper: where?

Kowalski: over there on that block of ice

Private: hes sleeping

Kowalski: مزید like knocked out

Skipper: lets go check it out

(the guys swim to the ice block)

Skipper: ok but what about Rico?

Kowalski: he'll be fine (checking rico out for injurys)

Private: we're lost!

Skipper: Kowalski try find the map in Rico's belly

Kowalski: what!? I'm not putting my flipper in his belly!

Skipper: fine I'll do it *pushes on Rico's belly*

Rico: *spits out a map*

Skipper: that was easy as cutting pie

Private: where are we then?

Kowalski:...

"Just another round, once things get calmer, I can pull over, I don't see any other civilization outside this asshat's territory," کہا Kat, driving further out and seeing her gas meter arrow drop lower and lower. "Gotta find a damn gas station, یا kegs of gas at least. So long as I have at least 17 gallons یا so," کہا Kat, slowing her Aston Martin slightly. She looked around, not a single gas station in view at all, until she saw a small patch of pavement, and to her eyes, a single gas pump, rising out of the pavement, and seven gas cans laying on their sides, fully closed. "This seems promising,"...

Johnston paced around, watching all the machines add the mechanical parts to Dr. Damion. After about ten minutes, he stopped, Damion was ready to be revitalized. He then added the "skin" which was really just latex, which he put over all the mechanical parts of Dr. Damion, then added the texturing to make it مزید like skin. He then stood back and looked at his work. "Marvelous, it appears as if he fell asleep and he's going to wake up later on, rather than deceased," کہا Johnston, marveling at his job. He then attached several wires to Dr. Damion, one at his head, two on each flipper, and...

"Yet another murder from the Crescent Killer, can آپ believe how they got my insignia wrong?" the Kid laughed.

"Mhmm~" Red purred softly, nuzzling her head under the Kid's chin.

"Are ya even listening to me baby, یا just having a moment?" the Kid smirked.

"I'm listening..." Red buried her face into his chest.

"You're lusting over me~" the Kid rolled on his back and popped a peck on her cheek.

"Wanna do dat anal?" Red asked with an air of flamboyant swagger.

"Well...."

"Well~?"

"I hope آپ realize that..."

"Ye?"

"I'm tired of sex, let's just go kill someone~"

"Come on hooooon~ Why noooot?"

The...

"I would like to have a word with his excellency, Emperor Richard Walter!" Hannah shouted to the gatehouse.

No response, nor sign of life answered her request. 

Hannah got an idea. 

"I'm carrying twenty boxes of cheese pizza!"

Not two منٹ afterwards, the wood and steel gate cracked open, the hinges creaking loudly with age and continuous use. A small female پینگوئن, پیںگان wobbled into the scene. She wagged her tail feathers happily and smiled. 

"Hai Han-nah!" she shouted joyfully. 

Hannah gave her a quick glance. 

"Kitten?" Hannah asked, returning a welcoming smile. 

"Uh huh, poppa let me for pizza!"...

The masked medics onsite began to unwrap the bandages on the female پینگوئن, پیںگان Hannah found earlier, and layered them with cleaner ones. 

"She'll be fine, just give us a few weeks to let the stitches مہر up, alright?" asked one of the anonymous doctors. 

"Alright," Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. 

"They're- Done?" the patient asked. 

"Yes Vic, and thank god, آپ lost so much blo-" Hannah was cut off سے طرف کی a scream from Vic. 

"DON'T SAY WHAT I LOST~! It-It'll only call him back...!!" Vic whimpered, squeezing Hannah's flipper. 

"Shhh... There there, the pain is gone, and he can't touch آپ now,...

Hannah swiftly followed the path Kowalski took, recognizing every building, scanning over each سٹریٹ, گلی sign and number, still in the correct direction. She stopped short of a crosswalk, catching her breath and wiping her forehead. 

"Good god, if I can't get to Private, oh my god... I can't برداشت, ریچھ seeing him in.. So much pain.." Hannah's maternal instinct spiked within her heart, as it blasted to the speed of sound, giving her a renewed strength. 

Hannah raced past bystanders, not giving a care in the world about how rude it was, since her سب, سب سے اوپر priority at the moment is finding her de-facto son...

One switch, a loud clack of doors closing tightly. Lockdown. Amongst the screams of psychopaths, hoots of rapists and soft weeping of thieves and other criminals, Damion had smiled again, Charlie was finally transferred to another cell. He hoped he would, knowing that if Charlie ratted him out for breaking his term restrictions, he'd find a way to kill him without hesitation. With a cell to himself once more, Damion was at peace within. One thing remained however. 

"Hannah, if آپ fight him alone, you'll get killed... I can't sit in this GOD DAMN JAIL, and let him make آپ his.. You're mine...

A calm breeze erupted from a single air vent in the room, bringing a cool flow of air in a relatively hot دن in Fort Grumley, aside from the occasional tick of a perpetually frozen clock, the only sounds made were the light discussions of Hannah, as she began to tend to a distressed Kowalski about his experience.  

"I see he tortured you, but آپ کہا on the last day, he was "nice" to you?" asked Hannah, dabbing disinfectant wipes on Kowalski's scrapes and cuts. 

"As in, he really had no intention of hurting me, if anything, he seemed pretty lonely the whole time. I assume from how he behaves...

Voltaire draws chainsaw even closer to Steve
Voltaire: This is too easy! No one can stop me now!
Cat's voice: Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrr....!!!!
Sherlock: What the heck was that?
Cat continues while running on stage furiously
Steve: Cat?
Cat continues and breaks through cage
Voltaire: What the?
Cat: ...aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgh!!! (Tackles and hits Voltaire while riding on him)
Voltaire: Ow! (Drops chainsaw. Chainsaw turns off) Ouch! Ouch! ارے get off me!
Cat: Don't touch my boyfriend! (Punches him and gets off)
Voltaire falls and his arms get pulled back سے طرف کی Cat
Voltaire: Yeow! Let go of me!
Cat: First give me the key...

Steve (Enters): Ah, what a beautiful دن in the neighborhood! The pinball tournament is tonight and all my دوستوں are gonna watch me play!
Mr and Mrs. Travis (enter): Junior! Junior! Where are you! Please come back!!! (Mrs Travis cries)
Steve: Hello Mr. and Mrs. Travis! (Gasp) Why Mrs Travis, what's the matter?
Mrs Travis (crying): Our baby Junior is GONE!!!
Steve: What?! What happened to him?
Mr. Travis: He's been kidnapped! We went to wake him up this morning and he wasn't in his crib.
Mrs Travis (crying): Instead we found this! (Shows baby dummy)
Steve: Oh my gosh! That is strange.
Mrs Travis (crying):...

"Ah, hello Dewey, nice to see ya for the first time, آپ don't look too bad yourself," کہا The Kid with a muse.

"Oh, I'm aware of who آپ are, you're that crime lord that's been making my boys look bad!" he shouted angrily. 

"That was me? Look bad at what? آپ can't prove jack shit fat boy, and who are ya gonna tell, the cops?" asked the Kid with a light chuckle. 

King Dewey's face then turned from one of rage, to a smirk. 

"Nope, I know the cops aren't my guys, but I know one thing for sure, Kid, if that's even your name," کہا King Dewey. 

"Oh yeah, what?" asked the Kid with a wide grin. ...

...............
It was a dark and chilly night. The rain and wind was freezing and forced it's way into a man's soul if he wasn't careful. آپ would imagine that only a پینگوئن, پیںگان could stand freezing temperatures. Yeah, Skipper thought so too. After five منٹ outside he was shivering visibly and his beak was chattering. He tried to
pretend it was nothing and walk it off, but every time he moved it felt like walking with a layer of ice encasing you. Finally he stopped behind a brick دیوار that stood blocking most of the harsh wind and rain and slumped back against it. Something hard and cold hit...

Denial ain't just a river in Egypt...
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'Why do I feel like this?' wondered Skipper as he lay awake in his stone cold bunk, ' I've been دوستوں with marlene for almost 3 years and I've never felt like this, so why now? DONG! DONG! DONG! "Ahhhhhhhh!" screamed Sky as she fell out of her bunk and covered her ear-holes. "What the heck is that?!?
"That's the zoo bell, Sky! Don't worry, I nevah really liked that گھنٹی, بیل eithah..." informed Private whilst he put a reassuring flipper around Sky. Skipper got out of his bunk and got some coffee whilst watching...

(Little note: Some things in this chapter will be a teeny tiny bit different to the RP. :P)

As the group sat on the ground, desperately trying to think of ways to save Emma, Kait slipped away, then came back with a armful (or flipperful) of leaves.

"What are آپ doing lass?" Ashley asked curiously.

"I'm putting these on her cuts, it should stop any مزید blood loss." Kait explained. She passed a handful of them to Dylan, asking him to help, then began laying some around the wounds. She tied a few around Emma's flippers, and sat back down.

"I hope she'll be a bit better now." Ashley said, patting...

This story takes place shortly after the events of Portal 2 about a ماہ یا so after Chell escaped. Spoilers ahead but not too many. Enjoy! :D




"LEEEEEEEEXXXXXXIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Skipper cupped his flippers around his beak and yelled her name for the 5th time. Her, Julien, Mort, and Maurice had their boom box turned all the way up and were jumping around on the bouncy.
"LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXXXXXXIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He tried again. No dice. He growled and marched over to the بندر habitat.


The موسیقی stopped suddenly and the lemurs all stopped...

Hi guys it's me Rhayne Kelson, also known as Berlin یا Mya! :D Anyway this fanfiction is based off the مقبول horror game Ao Oni! And HetaOni too...but anyway this will be a scary fanfiction if آپ don't like people named Steve! یا Englands cooking...XD but anyway enough with the Hetalia jokes, I will be writing this mostly based off my پسندیدہ پرستار game, HetaOni. آپ seriously need to play یا watch it, whatever آپ people do. Later at about Part 4, OC's will come in but because in the original, only 4 people come first, the penguins come. So Ja...Anything آپ wanna add Berlin?

Berlin: Ja....

As they rushed off to their first class, (Art) Scarlette couldn't help but feel a little down that Joel wouldn't be there, since he was still in hospital. The doctor had told her that he should be out سے طرف کی tomorrow, and she hoped that would be true, he was one of her best friends. As the two penguins opened the door cautiously, and the art teacher gave them a confused look. Erin explained what happened to him, and sat down in her usual seat, اگلے to a small hole in the cave, which was classed as a window. She stared outside, her head in the clouds. She really wanted to find out why that oil substance...