It's Friday, my dudes.
How are you all doing? Good, I'm sure. So, I was in school a while back, feeling like math was stabbing my soul to death with a rusty spoon, and I suddenly realized: is in trouble.
Just kidding, there's still plenty of good fics out there. Jokes aside, stories are becoming less and less original, at least in the HTTYD department. Just look at this story as a prime example.
Original stories are becoming hard to find, because people always do the same story, in different words. I'll be using the "Watching the movie" trend as an example.
It was interesting the first ten times, but the following four hundred stories just became the same thing. I even found dialogue that had clearly been copied and pasted in some stories. Which, BTW, they will call it "adopted". This watching the movie story idea must be that orphan that smears it's shit on the walls, because every time someone adopts it, they go and bring it back to the orphanage of discontinued stories, letting somebody else take over.
So I figured, during the process of eating the paste that we call, "Cafeteria food" I'd take a few stabs at the "Watching the movie" fanfics.
But that's enough rambling, I really just made this authors note to tell you that this is all a big joke. If you actually take any of it seriously, you don't deserve to have internet connection. Now, let's get on to the story...
/AN:
Hi guys! It's me, DragonXfucker123! This is my first fanfic, "Watching the movie", so plz dont flame :)
I bring the cast to my personal theater to show them HTTYD, and watch their reactions!
*Lawlz disclaimer: I don't own HTTYD, even though I wish so badly that I did. Please don't sue me for copyright infringement, Dreamworks*
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It was high noon in Berk. Everyone was working their dicks off, repairing houses and boats, and carrying around crates.
Snotlout was hitting on Astrid. The twins were blowing things up. Fishlegs was reading. Hiccup was in the woods, cutting his wrists like a fucking loser, jamming to some Nine Inch Nails.
The day was perfectly normal. But then, a bright white light, serving as the obvious plot device, enveloped the whole village.
Everyone groaned awake, and found themselves in a lumina theater.
"Hi everyone!" said an upbeat girl in a black and red hoodie. "Wha? Who are you? Where are we? I DEMAND ANSWERZ!" Stoick, chief of the hairy butthole tribe, said.
"I'm DragonXfucker123, but you can just call me Raven-heart Shadowblade Xenochronicles milf the hedgehog." The girl said.
"Well, hello there, Raven-heart Shadowblade Xenochronicles milf the hedgehog, you looking hella fine..." Snotlout said like a total fuckboy.
"Ugh." DragonFucker groaned.
"Okay everyone, I brought you all here to watch this thing called a movie. It's like a moving picture. Oh, also, you guys are gonna have some company."
Generic villager #59 looked up, and saw, across the room, there was a bunch of dragons.
"Holy fuck-fiddle! Dragons!" He yelled, drawing his battle dildo. Since we all know that Vikings were completely retarded, and lacked any cognitive thinking whatsoever, the villagers charged at the dragons, weapons in hand.
"Ugh" DragonFucker said, before snapping her fingers, creating an impenetrable, edgy, black and red barrier using black fucking magic. All the Vikings smashed into the force field.
"Guys, I just set up a magical wall that only Hiccup and I can cross. I also magically teleported all of your weapons away." DragonFucker said. She snapped her fingers, and all the weapons in the Vikings' weapons disappeared.
"Hey! My combat dildo is gone!" Said generic villager #59.
"You'll all get your stuff back later. For now, stop fighting. The movie is about to start." DragonFucker said.
The lights dimmed.
"This...is Berk"
*Convenient totally dramatic chapter end*