PROLOGUE - MIDDLEGAME - FIELD TRIP OF DESPAIR

Well, this one took a while! Can you believe this chapter is like, thrice as long as the first one? I apologize in advance for this.

Not a very exciting chapter here, in my opinion, since its mostly character introductions. And I'm not even done with them in this chapter. I felt it was getting kinda too long (10 pages!) so I had to split this chapter sadly. Still, I think the ending will satisfy some of you? idk I guess I'm pacified too easily haha

Anyways, next chapter will be more interesting imo since the real plot will start but for now enjoy Hiccup being an awkward dork. I know I enjoyed writing him.

I separated character introductions with break lines in order to make all the text easy on the eyes. So, yeah, go on! Read!

As I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a different kind of darkness. Different how? Well, for one, I was actually conscious. This darkness wasn't absolute, either. More like, dim... with annoying, intermittent flashes of light... Gods, what was causing that flashing!?

I tried to get up from the floor. My limbs ached and I had that terrible after-sleep taste in my mouth but magnified by ten. Just how long had I been unconscious? Finally standing up, I noticed two very weird facts.

One, I was still in Hope's Peak Academy's foyer. What's weird about that? Well, everything! Because the foyer I had seen before had been reduced to a mere mockery of itself! Where once there was white, pristine floors there were cracked tiles caked in dirt and other substance I'd rather not examine.

Four glorious pillars used to support the ceiling of the foyer, but of the four now only one remained intact... the others reduced to rubble. The ceiling had previously hosted an impressive array of chandeliers but now all but one were nowhere to be seen, and the only one around was losing its illumination capacities, flashing weakly and constantly. Perhaps the most glaring difference, though, were the doors or windows. For you see, while the foyer I remembered had a nice number of them, the one I was seeing had none. Instead of having windows and doors, this mockery of a foyer had thick metal plates covering up every single window and door. And to top it all off, a set of surveillance cameras and what appeared to be guns were constantly aimed at us.

Yeah, I said us. Remember when I said I had noticed two weird things? Well, the second thing I noticed was that I wasn't alone.

Counting carefully, there were about other 15 kids laying unconscious around me. Or at least I wanted to think they were unconscious and not worse.

...All right... what in Odin's beard was going on?! Where am I?! Is this Hope's Peak Academy for real!? I remember walking into the school but this place had nothing to do with the part of the school I remembered! This looked like... like a dumpster! No... more like a war zone! Seriously, what's up with the windows and the metal plates and the guns?! This is all messed up! I didn't sign up for this! Did my father know about this? Did any of these kids know about this?

'WOULD JUST ANYONE TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON?!'

Without meaning to, I had voiced that last thought rather loudly, the desperation inside me getting out of control. Now, I like to think that I am a rather level-headed person but this was a little too much, don't you think?

My outburst roused the other kids from their unconsciousness, apparently, because all of them were getting up. Nice! Maybe one of them would know what was going o-

My hopes went up in smoke when I saw the confused look on all of their faces, and sure enough, the same queries I had were voiced by them as well.

'Where are am I?', 'Who are you losers?', 'What's going on, 'ey?!', 'Is this Hope's Peak Academy?!'

Their questions we're getting louder and their voices were getting more agitated. This was bad... if this got out of control, people could get hurt... Someone had to be the responsible one and calm them all down...

...I hate being the responsible one...

Gathering my voice as much as I could, I shouted: 'CAN YOU GUYS PLEASE SHUT UP FOR A BIT?'. OK, my voice kinda cracked a little towards the end, but hey... teenage boy voice, can't do anything about that...

In an instant, all eyes were on me. Aaalright... gotta keep this ball rolling... 'I-I know this looks pretty bad, but let's not get ahead of ourselves, OK? Let's all calm down and think this thoroughly before we do something we all regret...' OK, everything was going well...

'Why should we listen to a talking fishbone?!', said a snotty voice coming from an equally snotty-looking brat.

Great. Just what I needed. Another one who called me by that nickname. Fantastic.

'No no, he's right!', said a feminine voice coming from a blonde girl with the longest hair I'd ever seen, 'We should calm down and... assess the situation! Perhaps we can figure something out about this mystery!'

'I agree! Gathering information should be a priority on unknown situations', said a chubby kid with blonde hair tucked under a fedora.

'Well, I'll tell ya what I KNOW', said a lanky, blonde guy with a scowl in his face, 'We're trapped!'

'Well, that was insightful...', said a girl with pale blond hair that almost bordered in white.

'Well, what kind of info should we share?!', retorted the lanky guy again.

'How about introducing ourselves? That'd make things easier for all of us and maybe we'll learn something about our situation!', said a girl with the most colorful hair I'd ever seen. An amazingly bright suggestion.

'Fine by me', I said, with a shrug. 'Any objections?'

When there were none, I continued. 'OK, let's get this done.' I was trying to play it cool, but truth be told, I was kinda nervous. If my hunch was right, these guys were my classmates... which means they were almost like celebrities! I wasn't exactly thrilled to tell them about my stupid talent, but a viking's gotta do what a viking's gotta do...

I approached whoever was free and introduced myself to everyone individually... and the first one I introduced myself to was...

A small boy, with bright blonde hair spiked up in all directions, who wore a simple yellow t-shirt with a black crescent moon styled on it, blue jeans and white sneakers. He was holding a sketchpad.

'Umm... hello there! My name is Hiccup. I'm the Ultimate Lucky Student... who are you?' The boy stood staring silently at me, before he dove right into his sketchpad, hand moving across the page wickedly fast. Perhaps he was shy?

A few seconds later, the boy showed me what he had drawn, a smile in his face. On the sketchpad, a self portrait of the boy-a damn good one!-was displayed, along with a set of words.

'Sandy Onirico, the Ultimate Dream Interpreter... My talent consists of listening to people's dreams and interpreting their meaning and giving therapy when needed...?', I read, 'That's pretty neat! Way better than my own talent...'

Sandy again dove into his sketchpad and wrote the following sentence: 'Also, I'm mute.'

Well, that took me by surprise. 'Eh, don't worry. I won't make fun of you... I'm hardly in a position to do so and I know its not funny to be made fun of... besides, you seem like a cool guy.', I reassured him.

Sandy's grin grew bigger after I said so, his stance growing more relaxed. Again, his sketchpad flashed in front of me, a simple 'Thank you!' on the page, followed by a 'You seem pretty cool too, Hiccup!'.

I chuckled. 'Nah, I'm actually a loser... but never mind me... do you... know anything about this...?', I asked him.

His grin turned into a scowl and a frown. He wrote quite hastily this time, 'Don't say that! You're nice!', before I could answer, he started writing again, this time with a sad expression on his face, 'And no... I was invited to this school and as soon I stepped in I passed out... and I awoke here...'

Well, that wasn't very helpful. 'Ah well... guess I'll ask around then. Thanks, though.' As I turned to leave, I shook his hand and said; 'Nice meeting you, Sandy! Stay out of trouble!'. Sandy merely gave me a thumbs up and a smile.

Who should I ask now...?

Soon I spotted the lanky blonde from before. As I approached him, though, I noticed he wasn't alone. A rather similar looking girl with hair as long as the boy stood next to him, and they were arguing rather loudly. And physically. Maybe talking to them was a bad idea...

'Oi, Fishbone guy!', the lanky guy said, as he spotted me.

Great. Chalk another up for my genes. Hilarious. Well... might as well introduce myself, no? I walked over to where they were and gave the same introduction that I gave to Sandy.

'What kind of name is Hiccup?', said the lanky blonde guy.

'Yeah, and what's up with your talent? Seems pretty lame.', the lanky blonde girl continued.

Not that I disagreed with her like that, but hearing your own talent being mocked by actually naturally gifted people kinda gets you down. Before I could get a word in, however, the blonde male spoke up.

'Whatever. Name's Tuffnut Thorston. You can call me Tuff for short.'

'And my name's Ruffnut Thorston, but Ruff is cool with me.' said the girl, pushing Tuff out if the way with a smirk.

Pushing against her, Tuff continued: 'Yeah? This loser you see here? She's my twin sister. Together we are known as the Ultimate Demolition Team.'

Huh! The way he worded that... well... I can admit when I'm curious... and these two guys certainly are... interesting. 'When you say... together... you mean...?'

Ruffnut suddenly put Tuffnut in a headlock and answered me: 'Yeah. We're twins so, the school probably got a kick out of it and registered us as a single student.'

Tuffnut managed to get out of the headlock and he tripped Ruffnut before continuing: 'Not like we care or anything. We kinda need to be together for our talent to work. Sadly.'

'And your talent consists of...?', I asked warily.

'DESTRUCTION!', said both of them at the same time. 'Demolition! Obliteration! Annihilation! Eradication!', they chanted, a blissful grin on their faces.

'Need something gone? Boom, we're there!' Tuffnut said, 'A wall in your way? BAM! It's gone!', Ruffnut chimed in.

'There's nothing that can stand in our way!' Tuffnut finally finished.

...Well, I can say for sure Hope's Peak Academy has it share of... unique people. Maybe I shouldn't mess with these guys. But I need answers, so I'm just gonna ask them if they-

'Well, you usually stand in my way.' 'Me? Tuff, you can't even drive a wrecking ball correctly.' 'And you can't even detonate a bomb!'

'I can!'

'No, you don't!'

'Yes, I DO!'

And now they're punching each other in the face. Marvelous. I guess I'll try my luck with another person...

As I left the bickering duo in my search of another person to interact with, I was surprised (no, shut up, I didn't scream) by the blonde girl with long hair that had spoken up before. She was wearing a pink dress, and was oddly shoeless, but by the grin on her face, she didn't seem to mind.

'Oh, sorry, for startling you', she apologized, her grin only falling a little.

'W-who, me? Startled? No way! I was just... a little... surprised, yeah!' Great going, Haddock. Just great, you're already showing everyone how awkward you are.

Trying to cover up my embarrassment, I introduced myself. To no one's surprised, she giggled. Do I really have to go through this for another 12 times?

'Hiccup... what an interesting name... the world sure is full of surprises!', she said with a look of wonder in her face. 'My name is Rapunzel Solaris. I'm the Ultimate Painter! Nice to meet you!' she said smiling even brighter while extending her hand in greeting. Well, she certainly lives up to her last name.

I grinned back and shook her hand. 'Ultimate Painter, huh? Nice to see someone who is also artistically inclined', I said.

'But I thought your talent was Luck?', she quizzed.

'Well, I'm not very lucky if I ended up here, huh?', I answered. She laughed lightly and breathed a 'true' in between laughs. Suddenly, she sighed sadly, 'I just wish I knew how we ended here...'

Now this was awkward. Gotta lighten the mood somehow... 'Er... yeah, as I was saying... I actually draw in my free time. I guess I'm not THAT good, though... compared to you...' I paused before continuing, eyeing her reaction. 'What do you paint, Rapunzel?'

She instantly bounced back from her moody self, 'OH! I do landscapes, mostly! I was actually scouted because of my murals! Apparently the painting I did was so good that the church I painted it on got a lot of visits!'

'Really? That sounds amazing!', Now that's what I was expecting. Truly talented people. Not some awkward dork like me...

Remembering something, I snapped my fingers before speaking to Rapunzel, 'Hey, you know who draws as well?', and as I told her this I pointed to Sandy, who was smiling at the twins' antics. 'He's pretty good at it! His name is Sandy, and he's mute.'

Rapunzel's eyes shined with wonder, 'For real? A mute artist... how very interesting! I've got to check this out!' She started to run towards the small boy before stopping and turning around to say, 'Nice meeting you, Hiccup!'

'Yeah... my pleasure!', I answered as smoothly as I could. Which was almost not smooth at all.

And with that, she stormed off. These guys weren't so bad after all. Was I overreacting when I thought they would be different from me? Probably.

I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice the guy who had crept right behind me and grabbed my shoulder and Thor Almighty why was I getting subjected to this? What's this, Creep-on-Hiccup Day? The guy, who was very very tall, and also very very pale, chuckled softly at my totally manly screech.

Now that I looked at him, he was very... unique looking. In addition to his pale complexion, he had yellow eyes and a pitch black hair. He wore an equally black vest over a gray t-shirt and also wore matching black pants and black formal shoes. Talk about making a fashion statement.

'Relax, I'm not going to harm you', said the guy in a low, smooth voice, 'No need to be afraid'.

Yeaaah... I was having second thoughts on introducing myself to this guy. But still... why shouldn't I? I mean, sure, I'm a viking but that doesn't mean I have to be rude...

I introduced myself and the guy laughed as expected. However, what I didn't expect was his answer. 'Hiccup, is it? Don't worry, you don't have to fear me or any bullying you'd expect because of your name. I'm not the kind of person to do so.'

'How did you-', I began, but the guy cut me off.

'How did I know? Let me explain. My name is Peter Black, but my... acquaintances... call me Pitch. I am the Ultimate Fear Expert', he said, a smile spreading through his lips. 'As you can assume from my title, I am very well versed on the subject of human fear. I can sense it, from words or body language, and from that I can learn a lot about the person in question', as he said that he started walking around me, his eyes scanning me over and over.

You didn't have to be a fear expert to tell that I was very freaked out.

'Their personality, their dreams, their secrets... all of that I can learn from tasting your fear. Given enough time, of course. But yes, I can learn all that from anyone and... use that information however I want...' another chuckle escaped Peter's lips and I shuddered.

I thought Hope's Peak admitted in talented people, not psychos!

'Now... I know what you're thinking...' Peter continued as he eyed me again. 'But as I said, do not fear me. I do not seek to harm you. I merely use my talent to help.'

At that, I shot a question in a distrusting tone. 'How can fear ever be helpful?'. I mean, I should know. Me and that emotion go way back.

I thought Peter would be angry at me for doubting him, but he merely chuckled. 'You will understand in time, but you have already seen the answer for yourself.' He finally stopped staring me and turned around to leave.

'After all, it was fear what made you speak up back then when everyone was arguing, wasn't it?', he finished, leaving me staring at him dumbfounded.

'Hmm, you are interesting... you and that boy... I expected good things from you.'

And with that puzzling remark, he left.

...Damn it, I didn't even ask him if he knew anything!

Annoyed at my slip up, I didn't even notice I had walked into the snotty guy who had called me a fishbone before. The guy was clearly annoyed at me, and his face contorted in anger as he recognized me.

Great. Making friends already. Such joy.

'The fuck do you want, fishbone?', said the snotty guy, pushing me back.

Okay, I was mad. Good thing I almost never get physical when I'm mad because now that I got a good luck at this guy... well, he was buff. And that was an understatement. He wore a brown tank top that was obviously picked to show off his body, along with some cargo shorts. His dark brown hair was long and straight, falling over his forehead, giving him a caveman look.

Yep, getting physical with this guy would certainly send me to Valhalla. So instead, I fought back with my best weapon, my sarcasm.

'Hey, I'm not a fishbone. My name is Hiccup and I just wanted to introduce myself and-'

'Pfft! Hiccup!? I'm not giving a loser like you, my name.' said the snotty guy. Why was even bothering with a guy that didn't even let me finish my sarcastic remarks?

Rubbing my forehead in order to calm down, I asked him: 'Then what I am supposed to call you?'.

'You can call me Snoutlout', he said, with a very obvious tint of pride in his voice.

Wow, and I thought I had it bad with my name. Hearing this made me smile. Unfortunately, Snotlout saw my smile and confronted me instantly; 'What? You think this is funny? Are you making fun of the Ultimate Heavy Lifter?'

Fearing for my life, I instantly backed off and made up a ridiculous excuse on the spot: 'No! I was just... happy! Yes! Happy to have such a tough looking guy with such a tough sounding name around us! I... I feel safer already!'

Snoutlout stared at me for a few seconds and... he smiled. I can't believe he bought that. I guess he isn't very smart...

A pat on my back broke my reverie. Snoutlout was patting me like an older brother and laughing. 'Hahah! Don't worry, Hiccup! You'll be safe around the mighty Snoutlout! I'll find a way out, you'll see!'

And with that, he left.

Certainly a very volatile and annoying person. Gotta have to avoid this one... my self-preservation instincts have never failed me so far.

Walking away from there a little faster than what I'd like to admit to, I was next spotted by a a tall, thin girl with a white labcoat, and a very colorful one piece dress. Her hair was all the colors of the rainbow and then some, and when she smiled, you could easily see a row of perfectly white teeth. When I smiled back at her, she instantly ran towards me. Huh, I'm guessing she's friendly then? I mean, she does look like the sort of girl that-

Is she sticking her fingers inside my mouth?! Yeah, she definitely is. OK... this is definitely almost too friendly.

'Can you pleathe get your handths out of my mouth?', I asked with certain difficulty.

The girl reacted to my voice and she looked like she had snapped out from a trance.'Sorry! I kinda get carried away when I see nice teeth... ', said the girl, blushing apologetically.

Well, I'm flattered, really. 'Ahaha... well, my teeth are nothing special, really...'

At that, she perked up, as if a switch had been flipped. 'Nonsense! They're clean and without blemishes! Sure, they're kinda crooked, but they fit you! They definitely compliment your cuteness!'

Great. Another blow to my self-esteem. Well, at least this girl thinks I'm cute... 'Well, thank you, miss...'

'Oh! Call me Ana Faerie! I'm the Ultimate Dentist! Most of my friends call me Tooth, though.'

Well, this talent I can understand! And well, I guess I'm not very surprised about her interest in teeth now. Still, I'd rather not experience that whole fingers-in-my-mouth thing again.

'Tooth, huh... I guess all of us in this school have weird names, heh...', and with that, I introduced myself. Surprisingly, Tooth didn't laugh at my name nor questioned my talent. Instead, she smiled and... now she's looking at my teeth again.

'It's a shame we're stuck in this place... I would love to make an appointment for you so that you could get some braces back at my office', she said, edging dangerously close to my mouth. Nuh uh, you are NOT going to mess with my mouth again.

Stepping away from her, I changed the subject; 'Wait... your office...? Aren't you a little young to have your own business...?

At that, she merely laughed, 'Well, what can I say? I'm an entrepreneur! My parents helped me set up the place and I'm doing well!', however, that change in expression didn't seem 'well'. Before I could ask her what was wrong, she finished: 'I'm worried about my clients... I really hope we can get out of here soon'.

At that, I nodded weakly. I mean, I didn't have any reason to leave but I can understand her not wanting to stay here. It's a rather dreary place, even for a tough viking like me.

I promised Tooth that I would visit her office after we get out of here to cheer her up, but now I'm worried. How can I avoid that visit now...?

After parting ways with Tooth, I walked around and I was met by an unique sight. All of the students I've met were fraternizing already, and seeing them all interact with each other honestly made me relax. Hearing laughs certainly made this weird situation more comfortable and easy to bear. However, I noticed a pair of girls at the back of the foyer, staying away from everyone.

Now, I wasn't exactly a social butterfly, but I know how it feels to be left out... honestly, on a scale from 1 to 10, being excluded was a 7 to me. With a courage that I didn't know I had in me, I approached the two girls.

Their reactions to my presence were... one of a kind, to say the least.

The girl on the left, a girl with light brown hair and green eyes that wore a a hiker's ensemble, blushed and laughed at me. Incredible, I hadn't even said a word and I was being mocked already? Must be a new record.

The other girl, this one I recognized... it was the pale blonde-haired girl from before. She wore a stunning blue dress that looked like it was made of ice, and her equally blue eyes were staring daggers at me.

What did I do to earn these reaction? Honestly?!

Still, I came over with a mission, and I was going to complete it. I introduced myself to the girls and... remember the blushing and the evil glare I mentioned before? Yeah, after introducing myself, those rose in intensity. At this point I would have preferred the usual laugh and mockery I got from my name and talent.

The brown haired girl was the first to speak, 'Nice to meet you! I'm Anna of Arendelle. I'm the Ultimate Hiker!' She said with a smile, 'And this,' she said, motioning to the girl next to her, 'is my sister, Elsa of Arendelle. She's the Ultimate Figure Skater!'.

At those words, Elsa's expression turned to one of anger. Note to self: this apparent Ice Queen had a fiery temper.

Elsa spoke softly to her sister, but in all honestly she was terrible at whispering, 'cause I heard the whole thing anyway; 'Anna! Should we really trust him? We don't know any of these guys.'

Anna didn't take the hint from her sister's tone of voice and spoke in a normal voice volume: 'Well, we now know him, technically! He's Hiccup! So he's not a stranger anymore!'

'Still, Anna!', said Elsa, not whispering anymore, 'We shouldn't let our guard down and get all friendly with these strangers! They might have been the ones that kidnapped us!'

Now, being falsely accused wasn't going to fly with me. 'Uh, in my defense, I only asked you girls your names because I don't know you. I mean, logically speaking, that's... the most logical thing to do, no...?

OK, that might have come out far more sarcastically than what I intended.

Anna laughed at my comment but Elsa was definitely not amused. Sheesh, if looks could kill.

'See? He's not so bad!', said Anna.

'...You only say that because you think he's cute...' said Elsa in that failed whispering of hers.

At this comment, Anna blushed furiously and she shoved Elsa slightly in annoyance.

Wow, awkward much? Yeah, I think I'd better leave.

Coughing a little, I told them I had to go, but I reassured them it was nice meeting them. Anna's expression was crestfallen but I'm pretty sure Elsa was smirking at the awkwardness she had caused between us. Reminding me again not to cross her, I walked away from there, fighting an odd feeling that I was being watched...

As I made my way back to the center of the room, I noticed a lot of movement coming from the opposite corner to the room. Walking all the way over there, I saw two girls. One of them had blonde hair braided into a ponytail and she wore a red headband. She was wearing a camo sleeveless t-shirt and metal shoulder pads, a red skirt and black leggings completing her attire, along with some combat boots. The other girl had a wild mane of red hair, and wore an elegant, emerald green dress. A quiver was strapped on her back, along with a nice longbow.

Oh, and these girls were fighting hand to hand as well. Guess I should have mentioned that. And when I mean fighting, I don't mean a silly slap fight like the ones you see after class. No, I meant an actual fight with technique. And it was getting heated... why no one else had seen the girls fight was beyond me, but now that I had seen them going at it... well, I had to stop them before things got out of hand.

The Mr. Responsibility inside me is having a field day.

Awkwardly calling out to them as I approached them, the girls stopped and looked at me with a scowl.

'Hey, I know we're all stressed and all, but there's no need to get physical on each othe- Whoa! What was that for!?'. The blonde girl had thrown a jab at me and I narrowly managed to catch her fist with my hand. Now I'm glad I took at least some of those self-defense lessons from my dad seriously...

The blonde girl and the redhead smiled, and she lowered her hand. 'Not bad, kiddo', said the blonde, 'Looks like you aren't all talk after all...'

Yeah, yeah, fishbone insult #9 of the day. 'Well, to survive on Berk you kinda have to at least be able to stop a punch...'

At this, the girls perked up, the redhead saying, 'No way! You, from Berk?! Guess you can't judge a book by its cover!'

'No kidding', said the blonde, eyeing me with her blue eyes, 'What's your name, warrior of Berk?'

'OK, first of all, I'm no warrior. I think I barely reach the squire tier in terms of power. Just because I come from the famous town of Viking Warriors of Berk... it doesn't mean I want to be one...' I told the girls before introducing myself.

'Well, for not being a warrior, you sure have the reflexes of one! I'd bet if you really focused on it, you could be very good! Heck, we could train together! I always wanted to train with Berkian Warriors!', said the redhead eagerly.

I shook my head, 'Nah... I really dislike confrontations... I'd rather avoid trouble... and I'm not the very best of my village so I can't train you that good either so.. sorry for disappointing you, Miss..'

At that, the redhead slapped her forehead. 'D'oh! Where are my manners? Mother would have had a field trip with this slip-up of mine... my name is Merida DunBronch! I'm the Ultimate Archer!'

'And, I'm Astrid Hofferson, the Ultimate Warrior', said the blonde who took my hand and shook it firmly. No, I didn't wince a bit at all shut up.

Awkward silence. Need to find a topic of discussion.

'So, Hiccup...'

Bless you, Astrid, for speaking up first!

'What kind of weapon do you prefer?', said Astrid, studying me again with those blue eyes. Was she sizing me up?

'Well, I can't really lift any of the weapons everyone else uses so... I mainly use rapiers and short swords.' I said while I rubbed the back of my head nervously.

Merida almost bounced from happiness at hearing this: 'Really? Hey, Hiccup! I wanna spar with you! I need new sword-fighting opponents!'

I was taken aback, to say the least. I politely declined for two reasons: one, we didn't have any swords, and two, I don't like the idea of pain.

Merida looked angry but Astrid kept looking at me. Did I have something on my face? Well, aside from... everything that was my face?

Finally, I asked her: 'Is there... something wrong Astrid?'

Astrid simply smiled and said: 'Your hands... are callous... for someone who doesn't like combat, that's pretty weird, don't you think?'

Oh. That? I thought it was something more important than that. I merely shrugged and told her: 'Well, I guess hands tend to turn out like that when you work the forge...'

They both looked at me dumbfoundedly, before Merida spoke up again: 'You? At a forge? You make weapons?!'

'Uh, yeah. And occasionally some of my own inventions...', it was weird, getting all this attention.

Astrid laughed, 'You're just full of surprises, aren't you, Mr. Luck?'

Merida laughed as well, and continued: 'Tell me about it! Once we get out of here, I think I'm gonna visit Berk specifically for you!' Astrid apparently thought the same as Merida, and said the same thing

Well, wasn't this nice? I'm going to get my butt kicked in my hometown by two girls. Y'know, staying trapped here didn't seem so bad now...

Still, after talking some more with these girls, I learned they weren't that bad. They were genuinely curious about the weapon making process and they actually laughed at my sarcasm. With a farewell punch on the arm courtesy of Astrid, I left them in a much brighter mood. Sure, all of these guys were way better than me, but they were also people, like me. And as I started to meet them all, I couldn't help but think that I was overreacting earlier. I thought for sure that I was going to be looked down on by all of them but now? I can actually say with confidence that most of them like me to some degree, and that was honestly an improvement over my apparent invisibility I had back in Berk.

Well, some of them seemed to hate my guts, but that's life, huh?

With a new confidence on my step, I proceeded to meet the rest of my classmates, almost forgetting our actual situation.

...But still, that feeling of being watched... I mean, there are 15 people here aside from me, so me being watched isn't something unthinkable... so why am I worried? Reprimanding myself for being paranoid, I approached a giant looking man clad in a red Christmas sweater...

My name is Jackson Overland. I am a 17 year old student of Hope's Peak Academy. I have a sister and...

Damn it, not again. Why can't I remember anything beyond that?

Ever since I woke up in this room with all these guys, I've been having these memory problems. I only interacted with these guys in hopes that talking to them would trigger a memory, but even after talking to all of them, nothing happened. And don't get me wrong, they're all nice and fun people, from what I gathered and I geniunely enjoyed their company after talking with all of them

Well, all of them but him. This one guy... who I hadn't talked to...

And there he was again, running to meet up with Nick, who hugged him in a tight embrace. That's the guy, the one who calmed all of us down when we woke up in panic.

I hate to admit it, but hearing his voice calmed me down a lot. It's not like the guy's voice was pretty or anything, in fact it was a bit nasally, but his voice seemed familiar.

In fact, almost all of him was familiar to me. His messy auburn hair, his green eyes, the freckles on his face, the stupid crooked smile and his small build. Yes... this guy... I feel like I know him...

Except, that... that I don't know his name. I mean, if I recognize this guy, I should probably at least know his name no?

But try as I might, I can't remember anything. And yet, seeing him doesn't really confuse me. Whenever I talked to these guys, I felt nervous, but seeing this fishbone of a guy... actually puts me at ease.

Just who is he? Does he know me? Does he know anything about me? And why isn't he talking to me? I mean, everybody else flocked towards me due to my white hair and appearence, but this guy? He has completely ignored me.

And he's never alone! I want to talk to him on private because I don't want my amnesia to be common knowledge, but every time I look for him, he's already chatting it up with someone else! For some reason, the fact that this guy is ignoring me is angering me more than it should. I mean, he's a stranger, and here I am, hoping he will at least look at me!

So here I am, watching this little guy run around, hoping that he will finally notice me in hopes that I can talk to him so that I can learn something about myself.

And you know what's the worst part of all this? I actually am enjoying seeing this guy move around, talk and laugh.

...Just who are you, fishbone guy?

So yeah, Jack Frost tease. What kind of tease did you think I was?

Not very confident on my Jack Frost, tbh. Any tips for him will be greatly appreciated and any thoughts on my writing will be appreciated as well.

Monodoof out!