The Legend of Spyro: Scales And Blood

A.N: Over the year of reading Spyro fanfics I noticed that I couldn't find a single crossover between TLoS and the SAW francise. Not to say that one doesn't exist, but even still, I felt like a crossover between the two should happen anyways.

This story is rated M for graphic gore, constant vulgar language, sexual and drug reference. Enjoy!

Chapter 1. Hello Spyro...

Spyro's head hurt. It hurt a LOT. He tried to open his eyes but his eyelids refused to open. His attempts at talking were just groans of tiredness and pain.

To sum it up, he felt like shit.

Spyro's memory started to sort itself out into a series of events from his last time being awake. He'd been with Cynder for a while, he told her he had some ''business'' to see to, then he went to Ember's. After he'd finished with her he was on his way back to his room in the temple when suddenly... his memory stopped there.

After a couple of more seconds he managed to open his eyes, and received a blinding headache for his efforts. But at least he could see.

Spyro was in what looked like a warehouse that had been forgotten and left to rot for the better part of twenty years or so. Not to far from his left and right were (what appeared to be) holding tanks covered with black covers and in front of his was a recording crystal.

A recording crystal was made by dragons and was used to capture audio and video. Someone had left Spyro a video.

Strange...

Spyro tried to get a better look around his environment, but there was no light except from the glowing recording crystal, and his vision was only so good.

Spyro tried to rise to his paws, but halfway up he collapsed. He was to exhausted to move. Spyro closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths before pulling himself to his paws.

His entire body hurt, from his horns to his tail. Most dragons would be crying from the pain, but his scales were purple for a reason. He'd live.

For now.

Spyro tried to walk, but made it a total of five yards when he felt something pull him back by the hind paws. He turned his head a noticed two chains, one on each paw, connecting him to the area where had just woken up. Great.

Spyro coughed twice to loosen up his voice, and then began to call out for help. ''Hello? Anybody? Help me! Please!''

''Spyro? Is that you? What the fuck is going on here?!''

Spyro could recognize that voice anywhere. ''Cynder! Where are you? Are you okay?''

''I don't know where I am, I can't see anything!''

Spyro managed to follow the voice to the large, covered tank on his left.

''Spyro!''

Another voice that he recognized, this time coming from the tank at his right.

''Ember! Ember, its okay! Calm down!''

Spyro began to look around, unsure about what to do. With what little light the crystal gave, he managed to make out a couple of wierd devices on the ground in front of him.

Then, lights around the room turned on and the covers on both the tanks dropped.

While Spyro's eyes were adjusting to the light, he heard a heavy, somewhat distorted voice speak.

''Hello Spyro, I want to play a game...''

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