curse of the Wraith Part 5---Freydah's POV---
I watched carefully at how Snotlout had acted during the morning. He barely ate a thing and wasn't as active as I knew him to be. On occasion, however, our eyes met. He turned away and sighed. I sat by him upon the cliffside hills.
"Listen, Snotlout," I said, "I'm sorry. You never deserved any of this."
He sighed again and looked at me with hopeless eyes. He nudged my arm with his snout.
I do deserve it, I thought. I was an arse to you and you never deserved that. I'm the one to blame. I looked at her and heaved a smokey sigh. The sky outside was clear and bright. I outstretched my wings and looked at Freydah. I gave her my smoothest smile and winked.
"I don't know how I let you talk me into this!" I screamed as Snotlout nosedived into the blue skies. His wings and claws touched the surface of the water. He roared with excitement. A long burst of flames streamed out in front of us. He turned up quickly, rising o
Curse of the Wraith Part 4His eyes flared with anger as he stormed towards me. His powerful hands grabbed my shoulders as he looked into my eyes.
"HICCUP!" he bellowed, looking for his son. Me fellow dragon rider rushed towards us. I started to squirm with uncomfortable tension. Hiccup looked at me, then to his father's singed beard.
"Yes, Dad?" he asked, eyeing my form.
"Take your dragon and keep him far away from me!" Stoick yelled, throwing me to the ground. I let out the slightest whimper. Hiccup knelt by me and observed with confusion.
"I've never seen this dragon before," he said softly.
"What?" Stoick asked.
"I've never seen this dragon before. Interesting breed-Sand Wraith-but not one of ours," Hiccup rose. I stood up and stretched my wings.
"What do you mean?" Stoick rumbled. I looked at them both and growled. My brain shut down. I narrowed my eyes and opened my mouth, heat rising in my gullet. Hiccup backed up with fear. Stoick's eyes met mine. I narrowed my eyes further, my mouth ablaze.
"There you a
Curse of the Wraith Part Three: Snotty's POV---Snotlout's POV---
I stared at my reflection in the waters by the school. I growled at myself, still unused to my own reflection. I sighed, a small tear dripping into the water. I sniffed and snorted. Now, normally I wouldn't say I was actually crying, but it was just one tear. No one has to know.
My body heaved as I sighed and looked at my hands-er, claws. I hid behind a large building so no one, especially Hiccup or Freydah. This magic spell had ruined my life, but I wasn't mad at Freydah. I didn't know why, but I wasn't.
I heard the laughing of dragons in the air as they flew and played. I sighed heavily. I was barely accepted among the other dragon trainers-especially Freydah-what could ever give me the expression I would ever be accepted as a dragon. I looked back at the sky, then back into the waters. A loud thud echoed behind me, along with a pair of laughing voices.
"Hey, this one smells familiar!"
"What one is this again?"
"I think his name was Snot-Face!"
Curse of the Wraith Part TwoHis eyes were turned up, saddened. It was the first time I'd ever see him feel anything but arrogance and pride. Honestly, I felt bad for him. I knelt down, unknowing of what to do. I picked up his helm from the floor and put it on a shelf. He looked up at it and sighed, a small cloud of black smoke coming from his mouth. He stepped back, eyes wide. I looked at him carefully, waiting. His sleek orange body arched quickly. He reared his wings and started flapping them quickly.
Out the door he went, breaking the entryway. I sighed and ran out after him, calling his name. I placed my hands behind my head and sighed angrily. That's when Astrid and Stormfly approached. I looked at her with genuine concern.
"Astrid, You've gotta help me," I said quickly.
"What are you talking about?" she asked with some concern. I pointed to the Sand Wraith circling the hills and explained the story.
"You mean to say you actually TURNED Snotlout into a Sand Wraith?" she asked, astounded. I nodded quickly and
Curse of the Wraith Part OneI sat there, nurturing the newborn dragons as they poked their heads out of the broken shells one by one. I giggled as a baby Skrill sneezed, sending a small frizzle of electricity. SeaGulper flinched slightly, blinking away the brightness of the violet stream. The doors burst open with a laugh and a roar. I sighed, looking at the entryway.
"Snotlout," I said as calmly as I could, "Snotlout, what do you want?" He looked around with an air of pride. Hookfang roared softly as the newborns cooed. He picked up a small dragon by the stomach, holding it like a child would hold a cat.
"Snotlout, seriously, I don't have time to goof around," I said with the slightest hint of a smile as the infant Thunderdrum licked his nose.
"I'm looking for a new trainee," he said matter-of-factly. I sighed, looking up at Hookfang, who returned the exhausted expression.
"But what about Hookfang?" I say pointing to the large Monstrous Nightmare. Snotlout laughed deeply.
"The more the merrier, Freydah," he said
FNaF OC: Scraps the Centipede...Rejected ModelScraps the Centipede...
Underground, in the basement, in the cellar, in the boiler room...Under it all...
Rumbling everywhere, metal getting ripped apart as pipes rust and crack...
He's everywhere. This is his domain...
He was...He was rejected. He was scrapped right away...Deemed too scary for the kids to play around with. He was supposed to be a slide or a kid friendly, interactive scene...
His jaw rotates...His mouth open wide, two pincers on each side...
The gears inside his mouth eroded into sharp blade-like teeth...
Rust covers his metal-coated body...No flesh...No skin...Just...Rust...
That's what he is... That's what he'll turn you into...
The ground rumbles and rocks when he's around...
You can see him through the floor. Moving. Crawling. His hundred little legs clanking against the metal. He'll come...He'll break the floor... And he'll approach you..No eyes...Just a swirling vortex of spinning sawblade teeth...
You can always hear him...But he ca