I got a great story idea from a FanFiction Writer named DannyPhantomsTwin (now is known as AquaSeaBlue) almost two years. Now, I have a lot of time to work with this story idea and hopefully turn it into an interesting FanFiction Story. Thanks for the idea, AquaSeaBlue.

I know everyone that reads my FanFiction Stories are quite familiar with Sam, Erika, Layla, and Jonah; but they will not be in this FanFiction Story because this story will take place before the guardians met their friends at the Central Park Zoo.


Skipper's POV

I would have never guessed that this would happen to me and that I would be utterly helpless without my team. The worst part of all, other than being a prisoner of my hated nemesis, is that my team doesn't even know that I've been captured. Of course, they wouldn't figure it out because Dr. Blowhole created a perfect duplicate of myself. I'm still hoping that the duplicate makes a mistake or slips up that would help my men to realize that the clone is imposter and will come up with a plan to rescue me from this prison. Now, I open my eyes to see Dr. Blowhole smiling at me, a sinister smile that I find really unsettling, and I know at once that he has evil plans set in mind for me. I watch him carefully as he presses a push on his scooter and before I can react, a metal claw grabs me tightly around my waist. I notice that my archenemy doesn't look too thrilled that I refused to struggle against his metal claw, but I knew it was worthless. After a few minutes, we reach the lab room that my crazed dolphin foe has been torturing me in for the last two weeks and slams my body onto a lab table.

"Evening, Skipper. Are you ready to cooperate with me or do I have to torture you again tonight?" Dr. Blowhole said in a sly sigh.

"You're going to have to torture me, Blowhole because I will never help you to eliminate my team!" I shouted at him in a determined voice.

"Fine, I will torture you! But once I am done torturing you, I am going to put my new plan into action and you are going to be forced to cooperate with me." Dr. Blowhole growled as he picked up some electrode pads and stuck them onto his foe's body.

"Really, you are going to electrocute me again." I laughed, and then shut up as I noticed that Blowhole had a combat knife in his flipper.

"Actually, I was thinking of slicing you up with this knife first. How does that sound to you, Skipper?" Dr. Blowhole muttered darkly.

"Why ask me? I mean you are the one about to torture me, so what would I know about torturing someone." I sighed as Blowhole bent his face down over mine and I let out a small gasp as he stabbed the knife up into my chest. "Just give it up, you are not going to force me to cooperate with you." I grunted through the intense pain.

"You really think that I'm done torturing you because I have only just begun. As for your needed cooperation, I will have exactly what I need to force you to eliminate that pathetic team of yours." Blowhole snickered at me as removed the knife swiftly from my chest and pressed the blade against my throat slightly, hard enough to make a small cut and turn my white feathers red.

"What is he playing at and what could he possibly do to me that he hasn't done already?" I thought to myself, and then groaned in pain as Blowhole decided to slash his knife across my stomach. I looked down and saw long cut that spread across my stomach, which was bleeding profusely.

"Are you going to cooperate with me now?" Dr. Blowhole asked in a growl as he stared at me.

"NO, I'M NEVER GOING TO COOPERATE WITH YOU!" I answered in a yell as Blowhole's face exploded with rage.

"BEING STUBBORN, ARE WE? TWO CAN PLAY AT THAT GAME AND BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY THAT WILL YOU REGRET THIS, SKIPPER!" Dr. Blowhole bellowed.

Blowhole was taking his good old time on torturing me tonight; he even had a wide smirk on his face as he tortured me. I knew he wanted to torture me until I hit my breaking point, but I never gave him the satisfaction of hearing me say that I surrender. The shocks of electricity were worse than the stabbing or slicing with the knife, but I still managed to hold out for the first three shocks and I started to fade into unconsciousness before the fourth shock. Unfortunately, my nemesis slapped me hard in the face to keep me awake as he announced his plan to me with gusto. Through my blurred vision, I noticed that my enemy had a tiny microchip in his flipper and I heard him faintly say that it was a mind control chip. I wriggled violently against the cuffs restraining me, but it was no use as Blowhole laughed coldly at me and pressed a button on a computer keyboard to release me from the cuffs hold. I jumped to my feet suddenly to escape from my foe, but everything in the lab seemed to be spinning as I collapsed on the lab table face first. My heartbeat began to race as Blowhole called for two of his lobster henchmen and ordered them to pin me down onto the lab table, while he put the mind control chip in the back of my neck.

"Now hold still and this will only hurt alot." Dr. Blowhole announced coldly as he turned on the mind control chip and I heard a small buzzing sound right before I felt an intense drilling pain in the back of my neck.

"AGGHHHH, MAKE THE PAIN STOP!" I shouted as the mind control chip kept drilling through the back of my neck.

"Sorry, but I can't do that." Blowhole snickered as he watched his flightless foe squirm in pain, while his two lobster minions held Skipper down on the lab table.

"YOU'RE INSANE, DR. BLOWHOLE! I DON'T CARE HOW STRONG THAT MIND CONTROL CHIP OF YOURS IS, I WILL NEVER HELP YOU DESTROY MY TEAM!" I yelled before everything I held dear was wiped out.

"Oh really, are you absolutely sure about that? What is your mission, Skipper?" Dr. Blowhole questioned slyly.

"My mission is to eliminate three penguins named Kowalski, Rico, and Private." I said sternly and in a robotic voice as I took out the lobsters pinning down to the lab table.

"Good, now go to the Central Park Zoo and complete your mission." Dr. Blowhole stated.

"I will do it, master." I replied automatically.