Heyllo, fanguins. Listen, I've been thinking a bit. I know a good amount of us have moved on beyond being fanguins (definitely have myself onto the Youtube fandom), yet we still haven't forgotten that being fanguins was our thing. I was thinking, if some are still able to on youtube, maybe we can all make our own fanguin related video to put in a big playlist to onyesha that we are still here, maybe kinda like a digital time capsule sort of thing. Since the Penguinfest thing crumbled before it could even begin, this could be like a way for us to still reconnect. So, what do wewe guys think if you...
Note: Hey, guys! Bet wewe all thought I forgot about this. College life has been off to a stressful start, so I've been neglecting my uandishi to deal with it. Nonetheless, I will continue to update as I can. This semester has been a lot easier so far so I'll do my best. I ilitumwa it to FanFiction but I forgot to post it here. If you're kusoma this I hope wewe enjoy it.
This short takes place following The Big S.T.A.N.K.
Skipper paced back and forth just outside Marlene’s habitat. It was Friday, at almost eight o’clock at night. He promised he would tell her what had really happened that siku Blowhole had used his Serum on her, but he didn’t really realize what exactly he’d have to put into words. No matter how he arranged the confession in his mind, he couldn’t figure out how to say it without things getting too awkward. zaidi importantly, he couldn’t figure out how to say it.
“The Other Man That Doesn’t Exist Yet” December 11, 2014
Skipper stood outside Marlene’s habitat. Earlier that day, the team had snuck into Alice’s office to order some sweet elusive Polish sauerkraut, and Alice had left the sign-up orodha for the Breeding Program on her computer. Marlene’s name was on it. From the moment he saw it, his moyo fluttered. He wasn’t quite sure why. It was just the thought of Marlene feeling as if she needed someone. Why that would bother him was another mystery. He took a deep breath and entered.
Skipper and Marlene smiled as they finished decorating the small krisimasi mti in her habitat. Once they’d finished wrapping thin garlands and LED lights around it and hanging tiny hand-made ornaments, they stood back and admired their work.
“Well,” Skipper said, taking her kwa the waist from the side, “I think it turned out pretty well.”
Marlene smiled and rested her paw on his chest. “I think so too. I had a good time decorating it with you.”
Marlene yawned. “Thanks for taking me to that Enrique Guitaro concert, guys,” she alisema to the penguins as they drove her home. “It went a lot better than last time. And going backstage? That was”—she yawned again as if she hadn’t slept in days—“really awesome,” she finished.
Skipper chuckled from his place to the right of her. “I don’t think staying up all the way to one in the morning is a good idea for you.”
Marlene shook her head. “No, no, I’m awake.” She fought off another...
Fun fact: the other day, I was watching these two youtubers play what they could of the last few moments of "Club Penguin" and they called their Avatar "phanguin" and, though one shabiki community I am a part of was freaking mildly as far as I could tell, I felt nostalgic because "phanguin" sounded like "fanguin". Weird, huh?
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