It's a dark night, and you're walking down a deserted alleyway.
Creepy, right? Well, not really. After all, not many people mug penguins. But you still have a reason to feel fear: not many penguins go strolling down dark alleyways, after all.
But then you hear it. A tiny squeak, a muffled step. You know there's someone there, and they're out to get you. Waddling faster to get away, the quiet sounds of a follower amplify slowing, speeding up with you.
The road is ten metres away. Nine. Eight. Seven.
But then you stop. You didn't try to. But someone has you by the flipper, and they aren't letting go. Letting out a fearful squawk, you try to wriggle free, but to no avail.
You slowly turn around, and you are met with your greatest fear: It's a penguin smuggler. The vile failure of a human that devotes their life to killing and stuffing penguins. And now he's come for you...
(Excerpt from the in-progress "Mr. Squawk's the Name. The UN is my Game.")
James Janzen is a rather odd author who spends his time doing homework, writing stories about alien penguins and the UN, and making a few random FanFictions for books on Wattpad. (Purposely bad, of course. Otherwise there'd be no point... Mangling works of art is wonderfully fun)
There may also be a few SFSD's (Aptly procrastinated on, of course) thrown into the entire mix.
1) Birthday present for the amazing@Parogar , involving - of course - my wonderful alien penguins.
2) SFSD 6.0, being aptly procrastinated on
3) Mr. Squawk's the Name. The UN is my Game. (Working title)
4) Birthday present for the wonderful@Raneko_chan , involving - of course - my wonderful alien penguins. A FanFiction of a FanFiction? I can hardly wait...