Hello one and all, to the new and the old. Welcome to the new edition of 'The Allegory of a Fangirl in How to Train your Dragon'. I apologise for the ridiculously long wait, but with new fandoms, school work and figuring out what to do when High School is over, it's all a little stressful. Thank you for staying with me for so long, and I hope this chapter as well as the ones to come will be worth the wait. Either way I am much, MUCH happier with my writing style now than what it was once before.
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The Allegory of a Fan-girl: The Entry
"One upon a time, in a world filled with dull, boring houses, and dull boring people lived a normal, dull boring girl-"
"Hey Rebecca-chan, you up yet? The awesome me has decided to grace you with my awesome presence!"
"-who went about doing her continuous, dull boring routine. However one day she found something out of place in the dull, boring gray world; she found colour. 'Oh my' she exclaimed, for the moment she touched the 'colour', it pulsed in to her fingertips and she could taste loud, cheerful and fun music..."
"...I swear if you don't pay attention to me I'll-!"
The narrating teen hummed to herself, "and little did the dull, boring girl know, she would change the world from what it was. And who was this girl you may ask? Well, her name was-"
"Rebecca Ashton! Stop ignoring me-!"
"...no, her name was Uzumaki Naruko." Blue with flecks of green stared inquisitively at the short female now looking at her, her expression almost saying 'what have you been on 'cause I know I haven't drugged you...today'. Rebecca raised an eyebrow before replying, "So...when did you get here Charlie?"
Said girl sighed, looking as though she was trying very hard not to face palm. "You always get upset when Canada- oh I'm sorry, 'Matthew Williams' is forgotten and yet you do this to me? Your best friend and sistah from anotha motha'? How cruel~"
She shrugged and closed her laptop before taking out an old, worn sketchpad and began to doodle. Charlie- the short one- flopped down besides her tall, dark haired brunette friend, her head in her arms as she watched her draw. "And to answer your previous question, I got here about ten minutes ago. I wanted to say goodbye to my b.f.f before I left with daddy to go to his place for the weekend. I promised I would return your book."
"You know the drill, put it back into the second top, left shelf of the bookcase, right next to the shojo beat 'MoonPhase' and the first volume of 'The Gentleman's Alliance'."
Charlie did as she was told although not before grunting at the effort of stretching to reach the correct shelf. "Ever thought of, oh I don't know...maybe going to see someone about this OCD-ness of yours?"
"Perhaps when you stop arranging your books in alphabetical order and by author along with colour schemes and genres"
The short, starting to already grow gray haired yet still young girl, pouted and stuttered for a reply, "W-well that's because of...JUST SHUT UP!"
Rebecca hummed.
"So anyway, what are you drawing this time? Shouldn't you be doing homework?"
"I am doing homework."
Charlie dead panned, "Oh really...so you call this-" she snatched the television remote control off of Rebecca's bed before she could react and pressed the forbidden red button. The TV switched on and showed a very, very nice paused shot of England from Hetalia as he dried off his hair having just come out of Japan's hot spring, his chest shirtless for viewing pleasure. "-homework? Really?"
"Hey, its called self-imposed homework...I'm just studying how to draw the male anatomy in certain poses...what?!" She slightly blushed at her friend's shit-eating grin and scowled, "Oh bugger off!"
"Aren't you supposed to be proud of our Scottish heritage?"
"I am, however I have to respect my father's and grandparents English blood that runs through me too you know. ANYWAY, shouldn't you be, oh I don't know, going by now?"
It wasn't that the seventeen year old Scottish girl wanted her friend to leave, it was just...she had a weird feeling, like something was going to happen and soon. She didn't know how to describe it but if she had to, she'd say it was like feeling a chill crawling your spine, spreading warmth. It wasn't supposed to make sense, she knew that, however to her it did, it made perfect sense...if only she knew what it meant.
Unknowing to her, Charlie smirked slightly in amusement at her friend's posture and expression as she thought. Whenever she zoned out or was thinking really hard, she had a habit sticking out her tongue, brows furrowed and mouth shaped into a hard scowl. Rebecca wasn't one to smile all the time, since she once said that 'smiling all happy all the time is freaking creepy, plus it's totally suspicious and inhuman. No one can smile all the god damn time and mean it!'.
When she did smile, it wasn't a sweet smile that glittered and shined all prettily. No, instead it sent shivers (and not the good perverse kind!) down spines. And when she giggled insanely and high pitched with it, usually it earned her weird looks and people slowly backing away. With the way her friend was, she sometimes wandered if she really did develop such a creepy smile just to piss off her sister when she complained how she looked so 'emo'.
The only smiles that did not entertain the idea of a horror movie were those of blissful fangirl moments when her lips stretched almost painful, her dimples (which Rebecca refused to have even when facing a mirror) creating a hollow in her cheeks. It didn't reassure anyone though, while not horror movie themed, it was certainly something not entirely normal.
"You know, your face will stay like that if you continue for just a little longer." She leant forward and pulled at the corners of Rebecca's mouth, forcing her to smile. The girl growled in response.
"Oi! Wet go alweady! It weak'n hatz!" Rebecca flailed, but to no avail.
"I'm sorry, could you repeat that? You know you shouldn't talk with your mouth full", Charlie grinned and let go, letting Rebecca have the pleasure to rub at her sore mouth.
"I said that I hate you and I wish I had chosen a better minion" The older teen added in a big scowl for good measure to which her friend merely smiled sweetly back in return. Rebecca huffed and her lip twitched in agitation, "Anyway as much as I adore your company, you seriously do need to get going right?"
"Mmm, yeah your right...although I would really appreciate it if a certain loving, kind, considerate, sweet, pretty, voluptuous-"
"CHARLIE!"
"-best friend of mine leant me a certain dvd to watch as I would be eternally grateful." Charlie added in the puppy eyes in for good measure, the pout already adorning her freckled face. It was enough to make Rebecca want to shove her foot in her face. So she did.
"Waaa~h, Becca-chan~ you big meanie!" Charlie sniffled and pushed the offending foot away.
"I prefer the title of 'dictator'. Here." Teal painted nails gently caressed book binds and dvd cases before stopping at a certain title. She then plucked said box and thrust it at her short haired friend's face, sniggering slightly at how she fell back in surprise. "This is the one you were talking about right? Jeez, you need to work on your subtlety"
Charlie merely grinned, "Why should I if it still works?" She then looked at the dvd and let out a traditional fan girl squeal, her smile about to brake her face in two. "The Principles of Normalcy! Casper~ hurry up and take Honey already, you know he wants it!"
Rebecca thought it was about time she showed her friend the door before Charlie started rolling on her floor. Becca wasn't a hypocrite, she also rolled too, its just when she did, she wasn't holding a precious dvd at the same time.
As gently as she could NOT, Rebecca hauled her yaoi-obsessed friend out of her bedroom by means of dragging and actual physical effort, deciding it was about time her dear friend left with her 'daddy'.
"You know the longer it takes for you to leave, the more longer it will take for you to find out what happens."
Charlie looked utterly horrified at the suggestion. "NO! I need to watch it, like right now! I've been waiting since forever-"
"Two day ago"
"- For this dvd! The last one left at such a cruel cliffhanger! How could they do this to us?! Just as Casper looked like he was finally going to do a little bow-chika-bow-wow with Honey, Honey's phone rang and-and then Fable was going to- with Teddy, and-!"
"Charlotte", she calmed, putting both hands on her friends short shoulders, "Breathe...if you have a heart attack now, who else am I going to go to Glasgow's anime convention with? But then again, maybe Dan-Dan or Hayley...maybe even Rachel might like to come instead..."
Charlie immediately stopped spazzing, ('much like Watanuki Kimihiro', Rebecca mused) her face now scowling although not to the degree of her friend's own natural frown. The young cricket had yet much to learn. "Why you so mean?!"
"Why you so short?"
"...low blow girl, low blow."
Rebecca grinned mischievously, "Obviously, how else would I reach down there?"
"Becca~" Charlie whined, "Why do you always act so mean to me! I already get picked on by my brothers as well as my mum and dad and...well my whole family!" She waved her arms in the air above her head for empathises, looking very much like an awkward noodle, "Your supposed to sympathise with me and nod to whatever I ask, even if you aren't even listening, not to mention hug me when I am upset and supply me with tic-tacs! And most of all, you can not just spin the tables on me when I am teasing you! It just doesn't work that way!" she hugged, looking satisfied with her rant.
"...cool story bro"
"ARGH!"
Perhaps it was about time Rebecca stopped teasing her friend...for now that is. She'd give her best-friend peace for the next two days until school."Feel better now?"
"...Yeah, thanks." Charlie smiled a little before standing tall (well as much as she could anyway compared to her friend) and saluting off after an impatient car horn blared throughout the street, reaching the doorway of 25 Alberta Avenue. Daddy was here.
Grinning now much like the Cheshire cat, Charlie rolled on her heels,"You stay sweet gurl, and I'll see you on Monday in school...oh, and I also expect to see that 'homework' of yours too!'" The short haired girl added in an eyebrow wriggle for suggestive implications since that was how she rolled, before skipping off towards her daddy's car, precious dvd in toll.
Speaking of precious dvds, Rebecca waved a lazy salute towards the retreating car before quickly heading inside, making a beeline to her bedroom. It was about time she re-watched that one.
Slipping into a pair of comfortable snoopy pyjama trousers, along with a yellow vest with a small Gilbird 'zzz-ing' on the front, Rebecca flopped down onto her bed, flipping through her sketch book quickly, analysing the half-finished picture of England with critical eyes. She was a stickler for detail and as the proud fan girl she was, she was not going to tolerate making those of her obsession look any less as handsome, amazing, cool or beautiful than they originally were.
Feeling satisfied and deciding to move onto a new picture, she flipped to a fresh page, a natural grin spreading as idea's swam in her brain for her next subject.
'I haven't drawn him in a while...perhaps its about time for a refresher?' Agreeing mentally with herself, Rebecca once more that night dragged her fingertips along the spines of dvds and books before eventually finding the one she was looking for; How to Train Your Dragon.
She giggled in a signature fan girl gesture before proceeding to do a little floor rolling herself- dvd safely out of her rolling path of course.
'Now then, its about time I spent some 'special' attention to you Hiccup~', she cooed inwardly at the picture of the gangly fifteen year old on the dvd box cover, pointedly ignoring the other characters. 'Although of course I can't just ignore Toothless now can I? The two of them together are like Ash and Pikachu, Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai, Shaggy and Scooby-Doo. Drawing them apart is just not done!'
Happy and content with her way of thinking through strenuous logic, the teen hummed in excitement and wriggled on her bed, impatient as the DVD player slowly ate the disk she had fed it. The screen on the TV flickered on, however suddenly a loud crash of thunder bombarded the air, causing Rebecca to shriek and fall ungracefully off of her bed.
She was used to rain, gale force winds and the occasional -becoming more frequent- freak snow storms out of nowhere, but thunder and lighting...not so much. 'So much for being a born and bred Scotland girl.' she thought grumpily, her scowl working its way onto her face.
"No, I am not going to let this get to me. I am going to watch my most favourite animation of all time right now and a little traditional weather isn't going to stop me!" Once again, despite her attempt to smile naturally as she was doing so previously, her frown returned, "I am not going to even mention how the first step to losing your sanity was talking to yourself. I already knew that already, after all why else would I be friends with Charlie?
Righting herself into a more dignified position, she rubbed her now aching head, wincing as she felt a slight bump pound against her hair line, 'Definitely going to leave a mark, and right before Comic-con too.' It was then that the rain made itself present, roaring against harsh wind and more crashes of lighting and thunder out into the distance behind closed window anime printed curtains.
'Oh yeah, make fun of me why don't you? Well we'll see who's laughing by the end of the night. I am going to enjoy myself so much my face will never scowl or frown again!
...god, I am talking to weather now? Am I seriously that lonely- excuse me, self-imposed splendid isolation exhausted? Maybe I should think about getting a Facebook...
...Nah.'
The dark TV screen flickered again a few times before making a strange whirling sound, causing Rebecca to freeze, her heart pounding erratically in her chest. However when the familiar trailers entered the glass, she calmed and sighed, lip twitching. The TV was new and was bought specifically for her birthday by her mums, and damn it all if it decided to break on her. Her birth mother would no doubt return it and then use the money to buy herself a new couch or something and instead give her daughter an old MP3 instead.
Wasn't family wonderful?
"Okay, I am going to relax, sit back and watch Hiccup act adorable while sketching said adorableness and nothing is going to stop me from freakin' enjoying myself and squirming plus giggling like the freaking fan girl I am. So when I press this button, you are going to play and so help me if you don't, things won't be pretty! Now, I command thee", she shut her eyes and bit her lip, thumb hovering over the dvd controller before quickly pressing the 'ENTER' button, "PLAY!"
The menu screen faded away and Rebecca let herself sigh, the tension slowly leaving her body. She generally smiled to herself as dark clouds filtered the screen. Then she closed her eyes, waiting to hear the sound of Hiccup narrating the opening scene. After twenty seconds, Rebecca opened her eyes, having heard only more of the storm outside. Inwardly growling, she stood up to open her curtains and shout obscenities at the weather outside only to stop and stare, her mouth gaping in shock and disbelief.
There was no rain showering the window in harsh kisses, no thunder or lightening singing an ancient gods wrath nor were the tree's nearly bowing over to the wind and certainly no dark ominous clouds painting the sky. If anything it was totally peaceful, the sky turning a deep mixture of reds, oranges and purples as the sun set for bed.
Rebecca felt herself backing up quickly, her legs suspiciously turning into jelly as suddenly a familiar chilling warmth racked her spine. She gasped, clawing at her throat and beating at her chest, willing her heart to go back into a normal and safe beat pattern.
A harsh whirling sound filled her room, the missing thunder storm echoing in her ears. The Scottish girl felt herself hit against the table that the TV sat on abruptly, making her jerk and hiss in pain at the no-doubt developing bruise on her back. Slowly she turned, her breathe stopping cold as the TV shuddered- or perhaps she was the one shuddering so violently- and put her hand on the screen to steady it -or herself.
"W-what...is going...on? I'm not dreaming... am I? Cause otherwise right now Kakashi would be poofing out of no-where with a jutsu and would then take me away to do...things."
The TV seemed to go silent under her touch for a moment, but it was just that, a moment.
Without any warning, her pale and shaking hand suddenly slipped through the TV screen and disappeared into the inky, dark clouds that still swirled in its depths. Panic ran through her entire body as she couldn't find it in herself to scream out or even cry. She tried pulling out her hand, only to discover that she was no longer the one pulling.
With a small, high pitched and strangled cry, Rebecca felt her whole body being pulled into the TV screen, the warm chill encasing her entire body as her legs flailed about, kicking in the air before disappearing completely with the rest of her. In a matter of mere seconds...
...she was gone.
(to be continued...)