Showdown

I creaked open the doors of the mansion. Wingman hid behind me.
"It's okay, Buddy," I told him, though I wasn't so sure. 
A few bats flew out of the mansion. I payed no notice, but Wingman squeaked in fright. I sighed. Maybe I shouldn't have brought him along I thought. I felt bad that I basically had dragged him into coming with me. But the truth was, I hadn't counted on the whole journey to be so frightening. I scratched Wingman on the head. He purred a little.
"Stay right here," I told him. "If I'm not our in half an hour..."
Wingman made a worried face. I kneeled down to comfort him.
"Don't worry," I said. "I'll be alright."
I gave my puffle a big hug, and walked into the mansion. It had a nice interior, with nicely decorated walls and marble statues of what I decided were past owners of the mansion I wondered how Wingman would ever survive if I didn't make it out alive. I decided not to think about that and drew out my sword. There was a small rumble from the ground. I closed my eyes.
The fight had begun.
The rumbling grew stronger. A shadow raced down the hallway at top speed. I jumped back. It was my dad.
"I knew you'd be here," he said in a whispering voice.
I couldn't believe that this was my father standing before me. He truly was a monster. I kept telling myself that while he was my creator, he would never be my true father. That, however made me wonder, I'm just a creation of snow. I exist about as much as a robot. Am I even really alive?  Then I told myself, Yes, I am alive. I am a living, breathing creature, and while I didn't start out that way, I truly am a penguin. 
Suddenly, my hat levatated and hovered above my head. The Snowstone, which I kept under it, was pulled towards my father.
I gasped. My father laughed at me maniacally. He took the Snowstone in his flippers, and bent it in half.