Author's Note: This is a little side story I am doing in addition to my main story. Don't worry, I will still be working on Burning Bright. Forgotten Tales will not be updated for a while. Caution: canon characters are VERY overexaggerated, especially Darkstalker and Jerboa.

"First Class passengers, please board the plane," a voice coming over the intercom ordered. Moonwatcher's eyes widened, and she rapidly turned back to the ticket salesdragon she was talking to. If she didn't get a ticket soon, the plane would leave without her!

"How can you not have XXXXXL seats?" Darkstalker demanded, towering above the poor SeaWing salesdragon, who was sputtering something about never having giant Supreme Overlords of the NightWings (the real ones, mind you, not the cowards who stayed in the rainforest) fly in Pyrrhian Airlines before.

"Come on! There must be something!" Moon pleaded.

"W-well, if you really are that desperate, there is something you could do…" suggested the SeaWing.

"Thanks! We'll do that! Thank you so much!" squealed Moon, taking her ticket and dashing away.

…

"By that desperate, I didn't think she meant that desperate!" Moon shrieked, trying to be heard above the rushing sound of the wind and the flapping sound of her oxygen mask. Moon and Darkstalker sat on inflatable chairs (one normal size, one XXXXXL) on top of the airplane they were flying in. Darkstalker lifted one talon, and after muttering something that Moon couldn't hear, the wind stopped.

"What did you do?" Moon asked.

"I enchanted the wind to blow around us." Darkstalker replied. "Now, can you tell me about those phone things I keep hearing about?" Moon smiled and showed him her phone. It was the newest model of the Jerboa line, with that cool new app that let you take words any dragon had said and string them together: WordString. It was a little weird how all the words got on there, but the app had gained huge popularity nonetheless.

"What's this?" Darkstalker wondered, pointing at a smiley face emoji.

"It's an emoji." Moon answered.

"Why does it look like a scavenger's face?"

"Scavengers invented phones."

"Why are they yellow?"

"I'm not sure."

"Scavengers are weird."

"Definitely."

…

Meanwhile, in a sinister – looking skyscraper labeled Jerboa Products Inc., an animus was plotting. Jerboa paced back and forth on the 400th floor, her throne room. The day's photoshoot had gone horribly. Would she ever find the perfect models for her Demojis?

"What are Demojis?" asked a NightWing flying by the window.

"Did you just read my mind? I thought NightWings couldn't do that anymore! Who are you, anyway?" growled Jerboa sharply.

"Oh, we can't. Darkstalker, Supreme Overlord of the NightWings (the real ones, mind you, not the cowards who stayed in the rainforest) gave me the power to read minds. And I'm Mindreader." Mindreader explained.

"So he's an animus, then?" Jerboa asked.

"Yep." said Mindreader. Jerboa grabbed her phone and looked up Darkstalker online. She smiled as she saw a picture of him wearing his crown of twisted thorns.

"Is this Darkstalker…married?" pondered Jerboa sinisterly. Mindreader gazed at her in horror.

"You can't ask that! There's an enchantment-," Mindreader was cut off as a smiling SeaWing slammed a frying pan towards Jerboa's head. A talon-length from Jerboa, the frying pan simply disappeared.

"You're Anemone, I presume? Still wildly in love with Darkstalker even after he nearly imprisoned you, I see." muttered Jerboa. "Speaking of Darkstalker, I have the perfect candidate for an angry-face Demoji! If you didn't know, a Demoji is like an emoji but with a dragon face instead of a human face! Now, where is Clearsight on WordString…"

…

"And then to send it, you press send. You can view all the texts you sent to or got from a dragon here. For example, Turtle just sent me a text – three moons!" Moon exclaimed.

"What does it say?" asked Darkstalker, nervously glancing around.

"It says: 'Trapped in a dungeon with no animus power and slow Wi-fi service! Plz help me! I'm in oh no somebody is coming gtg!'" read Moon, growing more and more panicked. "But now I can't get any more texts from him until we land!" Darkstalker's eyes widened in shock – definitely shock about what happened to Turtle, not shock that Moon had learned of Turtle's imprisonment. Darkstalker could never have imprisoned Turtle. He's Darkstalker, charming, brave, loyal Darkstalker who definitely hasn't enchanted me to say this.

"Enchant this phone to have perfect Wi-fi anywhere." Darkstalker whispered, tapping the phone with a talon. Suddenly, the phone buzzed, and an audio recording popped up.

"This is your pilot speaking! We will be landing in New York City momentarily!" yelled Pilot Sparrow over the intercom.

"Let's listen to this quick before the plane lands." suggested Darkstalker, already tapping the play button.

"Please. Marry. Me. Fathom. You. Are. So. Much. Better. Than. Darkstalker." Clearsight's voice rang out, sounding like a WordString. Before Moon could warn him about WordStrings, Darkstalker had flown off of the plane and into the city below. On Jerboa's count, thousands of banners proclaiming #ClearFathomForever unfurled from the tops of the tallest skyscrapers. Darkstalker shot fire from his mouth as flames poured out of his ears and his eyes turned bloodred.

"DIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" he roared, smashing buildings and setting fire to everything that looked slightly like Fathom. Moon looked on in horror as the plane whipped around and flew away.

Picking up Jerboa in his claws, Darkstalker climbed up a skyscraper and beat his chest like King Kong. Jerboa immediately pressed her talons into his scales.

"Enchant Darkstalker to shrink to the size of an ant!" Jerboa cried.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Darkstalker screamed, his scream getting higher pitched as he shrank. Jerboa snapped a picture of his face, and then picked him up and trapped him in a glass jar.

"Who's the powerful immortal animus now, Tinystalker?" she cackled evilly. "Oh, and by the way, will you marry me? Just picture both of us as Supreme Overlord and Supremer Overlady of the World!"

"Three moons, no!" shrieked Tinystalker.

…

"Umm…that didn't go too well. Due to King Kong 2.0, we will be landing in Jersey City instead!" stuttered Pilot Sparrow.