Insanity 02.02.15
Warning: This chapter is rated T for some disturbing images. If anda want to ask me what to expect in a comment, feel free to do so.
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“Boss,” called a lobster minion as he approached the villainous dolphin, Dr. Blowhole. “Boss, we’re—ready when anda are,” he berkata uneasily.
Dr. Blowhole grinned coldly and turned to him with a burning eye. “Excellent, Red One. Prepare the operating table,” he purred.
The lobster swallowed and nodded, exiting without another word.
Blowhole looked back into the mirror, looking at the bandages around his right eye, his grin fading back into pure malice. It was he who had done this to him . . . that penguin that goes oleh . . .
. . . Skipper.
He was embarking on his first attempt at striking revenge against the dullard humans. Then they showed up. Skipper and his team: Kowalski, Rico, and Private. He had laughed when he first met them. Four cute and cuddly penguins coming to foil his plan? It was ridiculous!
Only there was nothing cute nor cuddly about them.
They fought through his army of lobsters, shut down his entire operation, and had taken his eye out in the process. He had pinned down that damned penguin, Skipper, and had come close to killing him off, when he grabbed a nearby pipe and sliced his eye. It had cut so deep that it had actually . . .
Well, let’s just say jeli was involved, and not the type anda put on toast.
He was going to make those penguins pay. He was going to tampil them what happens when anda mess with Dr. Blowhole. They thought they knew anger? They thought they knew evil? Well, their world was about to get a whole lot darker. They had seen nothing yet.
He wheeled himself into the operating room, where a few lobsters stood oleh to operate a machine that would secure his latest creation onto his useless eye. He used his flippers to push himself up onto the operating meja and laid back.
“Um, Boss, are anda sure anda don’t want the anesthetic?” one of the lobsters asked.
Blowhole stared back into the mirror at the foot end of the machine so he could watch everything that was happening.
“No,” he answered coldly, “I want to see and feel everything. I don’t want to miss a single sensation,” he berkata grinning like a madman—probably because he was one.
The lobsters exchanged a nervous glance as Blowhole started undoing the bandages to reveal his sunken eyelid over the empty socket, dried blood surrounding it, and a scratch that cut diagonally across it. The lobsters kept themselves composed.
“Do it,” Blowhole berkata relaxing his body.
Taking a breath, two lobsters approached the meja and started strapping him down: once at his tail, once at his waist, once at his chest, twice on each flipper, and once at his shoulders. One of the lobsters put a stick horizontally in his mouth as the other gently wiped away the dried blood with a damp rag. After stepping away, a lobster at the controls announced to stand clear and hit a button.
The machine whirred to life and the operating meja raised to where it was nearly vertical. A set of metal claws lowered themselves toward Blowhole’s face holding a thin device shaped in a near complete circle. It brought the piece over his head and adjusted it so the little hole at one end fit just over the eye socket.
Then a smaller metal claw moved meneruskan, ke depan and Blowhole used his anger and hatred for those infernal penguins to brace himself. The small black piece the claw was holding had a few wires sticking out of it, which another set of claws about the size of sewing needles prepared to grab.
Once it was mere millimeters from his eye, the small claws grabbed the wires and pulled them inside Blowhole’s socket, connecting them to his optic nerve. Blowhole bit down hard on the stick and growled in pain. His entire body tensed as he growled louder and deeper, causing the lobsters to back up in fear.
Once it had finished connecting one set of wires to his optic nerve, the small claws connected another set to the headpiece. Finally, the claw holding the black piece snapped it into the topi baja, headpiece and the claws retracted, the meja laid back to its original horizontal position, and the machine silenced.
Blowhole let out another series of growls as his “eye” throbbed with pain. Once he started to calm down, the lobsters cautiously approached and undid his straps. Blowhole sat up, holding the eyepiece in pain. After it started to die down, he pulled the stick out of his mouth and gave it to one of the lobsters.
“Um,” one of the lobsters said, finally working up the courage to speak after the horrifying display he’d just seen, “Boss, h-how are anda feeling?”
Blowhole opened his good eye and slowly grinned. “I feel amazing,” he purred. The lobsters exchanged a glance. Blowhole looked into the mirror. “Now let’s see how this baby does.”
He hit a button on the eyepiece and it started to burn red in the center. Slowly, he was able to see through that “eye,” even though everything was colored red. He started to chuckle maliciously with wild eyes and the lobsters gulped.
“Excellent work, Red Ones. Now we plan revenge.”
Warning: This chapter is rated T for some disturbing images. If anda want to ask me what to expect in a comment, feel free to do so.
— § —
“Boss,” called a lobster minion as he approached the villainous dolphin, Dr. Blowhole. “Boss, we’re—ready when anda are,” he berkata uneasily.
Dr. Blowhole grinned coldly and turned to him with a burning eye. “Excellent, Red One. Prepare the operating table,” he purred.
The lobster swallowed and nodded, exiting without another word.
Blowhole looked back into the mirror, looking at the bandages around his right eye, his grin fading back into pure malice. It was he who had done this to him . . . that penguin that goes oleh . . .
. . . Skipper.
He was embarking on his first attempt at striking revenge against the dullard humans. Then they showed up. Skipper and his team: Kowalski, Rico, and Private. He had laughed when he first met them. Four cute and cuddly penguins coming to foil his plan? It was ridiculous!
Only there was nothing cute nor cuddly about them.
They fought through his army of lobsters, shut down his entire operation, and had taken his eye out in the process. He had pinned down that damned penguin, Skipper, and had come close to killing him off, when he grabbed a nearby pipe and sliced his eye. It had cut so deep that it had actually . . .
Well, let’s just say jeli was involved, and not the type anda put on toast.
He was going to make those penguins pay. He was going to tampil them what happens when anda mess with Dr. Blowhole. They thought they knew anger? They thought they knew evil? Well, their world was about to get a whole lot darker. They had seen nothing yet.
He wheeled himself into the operating room, where a few lobsters stood oleh to operate a machine that would secure his latest creation onto his useless eye. He used his flippers to push himself up onto the operating meja and laid back.
“Um, Boss, are anda sure anda don’t want the anesthetic?” one of the lobsters asked.
Blowhole stared back into the mirror at the foot end of the machine so he could watch everything that was happening.
“No,” he answered coldly, “I want to see and feel everything. I don’t want to miss a single sensation,” he berkata grinning like a madman—probably because he was one.
The lobsters exchanged a nervous glance as Blowhole started undoing the bandages to reveal his sunken eyelid over the empty socket, dried blood surrounding it, and a scratch that cut diagonally across it. The lobsters kept themselves composed.
“Do it,” Blowhole berkata relaxing his body.
Taking a breath, two lobsters approached the meja and started strapping him down: once at his tail, once at his waist, once at his chest, twice on each flipper, and once at his shoulders. One of the lobsters put a stick horizontally in his mouth as the other gently wiped away the dried blood with a damp rag. After stepping away, a lobster at the controls announced to stand clear and hit a button.
The machine whirred to life and the operating meja raised to where it was nearly vertical. A set of metal claws lowered themselves toward Blowhole’s face holding a thin device shaped in a near complete circle. It brought the piece over his head and adjusted it so the little hole at one end fit just over the eye socket.
Then a smaller metal claw moved meneruskan, ke depan and Blowhole used his anger and hatred for those infernal penguins to brace himself. The small black piece the claw was holding had a few wires sticking out of it, which another set of claws about the size of sewing needles prepared to grab.
Once it was mere millimeters from his eye, the small claws grabbed the wires and pulled them inside Blowhole’s socket, connecting them to his optic nerve. Blowhole bit down hard on the stick and growled in pain. His entire body tensed as he growled louder and deeper, causing the lobsters to back up in fear.
Once it had finished connecting one set of wires to his optic nerve, the small claws connected another set to the headpiece. Finally, the claw holding the black piece snapped it into the topi baja, headpiece and the claws retracted, the meja laid back to its original horizontal position, and the machine silenced.
Blowhole let out another series of growls as his “eye” throbbed with pain. Once he started to calm down, the lobsters cautiously approached and undid his straps. Blowhole sat up, holding the eyepiece in pain. After it started to die down, he pulled the stick out of his mouth and gave it to one of the lobsters.
“Um,” one of the lobsters said, finally working up the courage to speak after the horrifying display he’d just seen, “Boss, h-how are anda feeling?”
Blowhole opened his good eye and slowly grinned. “I feel amazing,” he purred. The lobsters exchanged a glance. Blowhole looked into the mirror. “Now let’s see how this baby does.”
He hit a button on the eyepiece and it started to burn red in the center. Slowly, he was able to see through that “eye,” even though everything was colored red. He started to chuckle maliciously with wild eyes and the lobsters gulped.
“Excellent work, Red Ones. Now we plan revenge.”
