Drabble Wednesday is back and the zombie penguin plot continues…
If you need a refresher as to where we left off, go here:
Who is Le Pingouin Noir?
“Wait, what? You remember me? I mean, no, I am Le Pingouin Noir.”
I smiled. “No, you’re Oswald Davenport. Founder of FM Cyberspace. You’re legendary.”
“Hah! Lies! No one knows me anymore. But once I infiltrate all virtual reality and unleash my zombie penguin army I’ll never be forgotten again! There will be monster penguins everywhere in VR.”
“Including the Thunder Penguin?” Frankie asked softly.
“Um, well, he was a mistake. I used the Weather Wizards as a coding basis, but… well…” A coughing noise and then, “He is mine now and will lead my Zombie Penguin Apocalypse!”
I blurted, “But you’ll tarnish your legacy.”
“What legacy? I’m a footnote in the annals of history. I’ve been pushed aside and my genius buried in deceit. I am forgotten.”
“Not to the OD Oracle Society.”
“Your underground fan appreciation club. There are chapters worldwide.”
“I have a fan club? That’s so sweet, how did I not know—no! You will not trick me with petty lies. You will witness the terror of my apocalypse trapped forever within this room!”
“I’m not lying! Look it up.”
Silence fell as my plea went unanswered.
Frankie snorted. “We’re not trapped.”
“Huh?” I stared at Frankie.
“We’re not trapped. As he monologed, I monitored the system. He has no control of this room. He used the intercom like I said.”
“If I may interject,” Dr Quackenboss interrupted. “Can this Le Pingouin Noir fellow eavesdrop on us? Perhaps it’s not wise to discuss plans aloud.”
Frankie frowned. “I don’t know. But this isn’t on any schematics, so he can’t know about it.” With that cryptic statement Frankie walked to the wall and slammed his palm against a painted flower. A door slid open to another grav lift.
“Come on, let’s go.”
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