[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#ffffff; borderwidth=6px; border-top: 15px #ffffff solid; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/Y63L7jo.gif); background-position: top; height: 160px; width: 268px;][fancypost bgcolor=#ffffff; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: 21px; width: 268px; overflow: auto; color: #1d0031; font-size: 7pt; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: -19px; opacity: 1.0;] i am the king! i am the king of c-c-cool! [/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ffffff; bordercolor=#ffffff; borderwidth=0px; height: 20px; width: 280px; color: #1d0031; font-size: 8pt; font-family: verdana; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 6px; margin-top: -6px;]THE ICE KING![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#aedbf5; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 296px; height: 180px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px;][fancypost bgcolor=#aedbf5; bordercolor=#aedbf5; borderwidth=0px; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 32px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=#aedbf5; bordercolor=#aedbf5; borderwidth=0px; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; color: #1d0031; line-height: 11px;]gunther was sick and tired of ice king. every day, she had to put up with being coddled and treated like a child, dressed up in diapers and fed mashed-up food from a jar. gross. and ik wouldn’t even let her smash the jar afterwards! it was completely unfair. the other penguins were relatively left alone, outside of the occasional dance party or movie night, but just because gunther was the favourite, she had to get all the attention from his royal weirdness. she’d tried asking gunter and günther for help, but they had no idea what to do. they never did. if she were being completely honest, they complete and utter imbeciles. brains more like those of pets, rather than peers. their intelligence was comparable to that of a goldfish- no, hang on, that would be insulting to goldfish. it would probably be best to just call them incredibly stupid, and leave it at that.
no, gunther had to take it into her own flippers. if she was gonna get the ice king to stop bothering her, she was gonna have to work it out herself. and finally, after much deliberation and about twenty tuna-fish sandwiches, she did. days and days of effort and thinking and planning had gone into this, and she was gonna get it to work, even if it killed her. well, not if it killed her. that wasn’t really the goal here, and it wasn’t as if what she was going to do was particularly risky, at least, not in that way.
gunther vaguely remembered a time when ice king wasn’t completely nuts, when he let her be her own person. it was long, looooooong ago, and to be honest, she wasn’t completely sure if it were a real memory, or just an absurd imagining she’d subconsciously made up to cope with being treated like an infant. ik had looked a little different in it. his fur was shorter, and more of a pale grey, instead of the white he had now, and he wore what looked like a tattered bow tie in the place of his current blue scarf. he’d found her out in the snow, struggling against a blizzard, and had taken her into the ice castle for shelter. it was pretty similar to his current one, the layout nearly identical, but, when you looked closer, there was a good deal more intricacies and details than it had now.
the ice king from then was quiet and soft spoken. well, quieter. certainly not as much of an obnoxious jerk as he was of late. he’d fed gunther up, preened her feathers, and made sure she was alright. sure, he did the same nowadays, but back then, it was different. he gave her her own space, let her be alone if she wanted to, not at all like the overbearing nutcase he is now. something had made him change, and she had a pretty good idea what it was.
she needed to find something, something she could use to help, because she sure as the nightosphere couldn’t do it by herself. she ransacked the castle, looking everywhere for anything to get ice king off her back, and finally, she found it. an old video tape, left on the floor of the “the past” room, labelled “important – don’t forget”. she popped it into the vcr, and watched the whole thing.
what she saw was horrifying.
gunther was frozen in place. she didn’t know what to think. my glob… of all the reasons he could be… how could it… just… oh grod... standing up, her face took on a kind of grim determination. this needed to be known. somebody had to be told. she took the tape out, and grabbed a bag to keep it in. checking under the armchair, she pulled out an amulet, with a green eye engraved on the front. it was a weird object. wearing it would give the bearer the power of conjuration, and she’d had it for years. never really used it though. probably because she’d technically stolen it from the ice king, and she’d rather not get in trouble with him. there was no need to break out the spray bottle, after all. but if there was ever a time that it was needed, it was now.
gunther had made her way to the camp, and summoned a television, complete with built in vcr. she made sure it was battery powered, since there was pretty much no other way of getting electricity. climbing on top of it, the little she-penguin gave a squawk, trying to get attention. “wenk! waak wenk wack weeeeenk!” right now, she was seriously wishing she could actually speak english, and not just understand it.
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