Spyro Vs The Zombies

As promised, this Act will have some humor to it.

Act II: Scene I: Let Us Eat Your Brains

(Re: Your Brains by Johnathan Coulton)

Spyro, Cynder, Bandit, and Flame soon arrived in the Dragon Temple, and were welcomed in by Cyril and Volteer.

"Oh, we are immensely relieved at your apparent safety! We did fear that you became victims of the unforeseen apocalyptic epidemic out there!" Volteer rattled off.

"Epidemic is right!" Flame said, "Everyone in Avalar have turned into zombies!"

"Including Ember," Bandit whimpered heart-brokenly.

"Why is this spreading like this?" Spyro asked.

"Malefor," Cyril said with loathing.

"This must be the final result of the curse Malefor placed on the apes," Cynder said, "They became zombies, and now they're spreading it to everyone around them!"

Spyro suddenly gasped, "Oh no! I just realized! Sparx! Hunter! The other cheetahs and dragonflies! They'll be defenseless!"

Cynder placed a wing over Spyro comfortingly and said, "Don't worry Spyro. The dragonflies probably found a safe place to hide, and the cheetahs are no pushovers. They'll be okay." She then looked around and said, "Hang on, where's Terrador?"

"Terrador left to visit Warfang about an hour before you all got here," Cyril said.

"Well, he must have found a really nasty mess when he got there," Flame remarked.

"If only he had gotten there sooner, he could've saved Ember. . ." Bandit said quietly.

There was suddenly the loud slam from the entrance. Everyone ran toward the noise to see Terrador securely locking the door shut.

"Terrador! What-," Cyril began, but Terrador interrupted him.

"Stay away! A zombie horde is on it's way! Cheetahs, moles, even a few dragons! It's a nightmare out there!" Terrador shouted.

"But we have to fight them!" Spyro said.

"Relax Spyro, we need to think of a plan first. We cannot die in vain," Terrador said, "Oh, and I have something that I think will put your mind at ease."

"What?" Spyro asked in confusion.

Terrador actually let a smile smile slip through as a familiar figure peeked out from behind the earth dragon's head.

(Cue music)

Sparx smiled and waved and sang, "Heya Bro.! It's Sparx. I betcha thought that I was gone!"

Spyro's eyes lit up as he felt relief wash over him. As Sparx flew over to him and threw a small arm around his neck, Spyro replied, "Good to see you buddy! I'm glad you're okay!"

Sparx flew a few feet back and replied back with a half smile, "Yeah, things are okay for me," Sparx suddenly extended his arms villainously and gave a laughing-snarl, "Except that I'm a zombie now!"

Sparx then folded his arms and chuckled, "I really wish you'd let us in."

"What!" Spyro gasped in horror, his face holding the same horrified expression that all the others had.

Sparx showed off the green, oozing scratches that Terrador hadn't seen at first and continued, "I think I speak for all of us when I say I understand
Why you folks might hesitate to submit to our demands
But here's an FYI: you're all gonna die screaming!"

Suddenly, there came a thunderous eruption of pounding on the solid door, coupled with and eerie shout of moaning, horse voices, "All we want to do is eat your brains!"

Sparx shrugged and sang, "We're not unreasonable, I mean, no one's gonna eat your eyes."

Again came the zombie voices, "All we want to do is eat your brains!"

Sparx scratched his head thoughtfully and said, "We're at an impasse here, maybe we should compromise
If you open up the door
We'll all come inside and eat your brains"

The zombie dragonfly laughed hysterically, then he flew over close to Spyro's face and sang, "I don't want to nitpick, Bro., but is this really your plan?
Spend your whole life locked inside a Temple?
Maybe that's okay for now but someday you'll be out of food and gems
And then you'll have to make the call."

Sparx then flew up to the side of Spyro's head and tapped it, "I'm not surprised to see you haven't thought it through enough
You never had the head for all that bigger picture stuff
But Bro., that's what I do," Sparx then licked his lips hungrily as he looked at Spyro's head, "And I plan on eating your brain slowly!"

"All we want to do is eat your brains!" the zombies chanted outside, who were now pounding on the door even harder.

"We're not unreasonable, I mean, no one's gonna eat your eyes!" Sparx sang as he laid back lazily on Spyro's horn.

"All we want to do is eat your brains!" came the chant.

"We're at an impasse here, maybe we should compromise
If you open up the doors
We'll all come inside and eat your brains!"

Spyro stared blankly at the zombie dragonfly that was lying back on his horn, scarcely believing what he was hearing.
Sparx looked down at Spyro and sang, "I'd like to help you Bro., in any way I can
I sure appreciate the way you're working with me
I'm not a monster Bro., well, technically I am."

Sparx stroked his gin deviously and sang with an evil grin, "I guess I am. . ."

(Cue guitar solo)

Zombie Sparx suddenly pulled a very sharp knife out of nowhere and prepared to apparently carve Spyro's head open. But before he could, Cynder suddenly sent a blast of wind his way. Sparx cried out as he dropped the knife and was thrown against a wall. Cynder then snarled and pounced onto the dragonfly.

"Cynder, no!" Spyro shouted as he jumped in as well, knocking Cynder over and sending the two dragons into a roll.

Sparx took a deep breath of relief as he edged toward the door singing, "I've got to go now, Bro., maybe later we'll wrap this up
Know we'll get to common ground somehow
Meanwhile I'll report back to my colleagues who were chewing on the doors
I guess we'll table this for now
I'm glad to see you take constructive criticism well
Thank you for your time, I know we're all busy as well
And we'll put this thing to bed."

Sparx smiled evilly and made a chopping motion with his hand and concluded, "When I carve your head open!"

"All we want to do is eat your brains!" the zombies outside chanted.

"We're not unreasonable, I mean, no one's gonna eat your eyes," Sparx said as he hovered down to a small gap under the door.

"All we want to do is eat your brains!" came the chant.

"We're at an impasse here, maybe we should compromise
If you open up the door
We'll all come inside and eat your brains!" Sparx finished loud, long, and strong.

(Cue end of music)

(Cue burst of applause, as if a crowd is giving a standing ovation)

"Hey, that's not coming from outside!" Terrador said in surprise.

"Well if it isn't the zombies, then who's doing it?" Flame asked in confusion.

Sparx looked around nervously, shrugged, smiled, and bowed. And with that, he slipped back out under the door.

"Why did you do that for!" Cynder asked angrily as she pushed Spyro off of her, "You let him get away!"

"I didn't want him to get hurt," Spyro said pitifully.

"Spyro! He's already dead! He's a zombie! And he tried to kill you!" Cynder exclaimed.

Spyro hardened his gaze and said, "I don't care! There has to be some way to reverse this curse! And I won't give up till we find it! We have to save Sparx, Ember, and everyone else who fell victim to this disease! Maybe there's something about some sort of cure in the library! Come on!"

"First we need to secure all possible entrances that these zombies could use to get in," Terrador said, "Cyril, you take Bandit and Flame. Volteer, you take Spyro. I'll take Cynder. Seal off every balcony and window you can find. Let's go!"

And with that, the group ran off the make the Dragon Temple zombie-proof.

Act II: Scene II: Exiled and Vilified

(Exile Vilify by The National)

Sparx flew off away from the horde of zombies hanging around the door to the Dragon Temple. He found a quiet place, away from the chaos, and rested on a fallen log. He looked at his hands and sighed.

"So this is my fate. . . to be a gross zombie for the rest of forever," he sighed, "To be a monster. . . to be exiled, made an outcast. . . and vilified, made a villain. . ."

(Cue music)

"Exiled. . ." Sparx sang sadly.
It takes my mind. . . again
Exiled. . .
It takes my mind. . . again
I've got lousy luck
Should I just give up?
Why am I in such a trail?
Am I loosing my mind?
Is my existence a crime?"

(Cue musical interlude)

Spyro sighed and said, "Well, I should really just face it. I mean, I am a monster. There's no denying it, Spyro's brain looked really tasty to me."
Spyro then sang again, "Exiled. . .
It takes my mind. . . again
Exiled. . .
It takes my mind. . . again
Well, I've lived so much," he sang as happy memories with Spyro, Flash, and Nina came to mind.
"Should I just give up?
Why am I in such a trail?
Am I loosing my mind?
Is my existence a crime?
Why am I in such a trial?
Or am I just thinking too fast?
And living too much in the past?
Vilified
Why even try?
Vilified
Why even try?

(Cue musical interlude)

Sparx suddenly got up and hovered, saying, "Well then, there's nothing I can do. I should just accept it. So what if I'm exiled and vilified? I'll feel a lot better after I've had a good meal of Spyro's brain."

Sparx then sang a little more strongly, "I've got lousy luck
So I'll just give up.
It may feel like a trial
It may trouble my mind
So I'll leave it behind
It may feel like a trial
I won't fall for the same
Empty answers again."

As Sparx flew off back to the zombie horde, he continued to sing to himself,

"Vilified
I won't even try
Vilified
I won't even try
Vilified
I won't even try
Vilified
I won't even try. . ."

(Cue end of music)

Act II: Scene III: The Impossible Task

(The Impossible Dream from Don Quixote)

Within the Dragon Temple's library, the group was hard at work. They were pulling book after book, desperately trying to find something that could help them put an end to the zombie apocalypse that was upon them.

"Has anyone found anything?" Spyro asked.

"It's hopeless!" Flame exclaimed as he burst out of a pile of scrolls he had been digging through, "I'm up to my ears in dusty old writing! Literally!"

Bandit fell forward into a large book, moaning in despair. "We'll never get Ember back, or Sparks, or any of those poor souls out there! They'll be zombies forever, and before long, so will we!"

Spyro looked around and said, "Come on! We can't just give up like that!"

"Spyro, there is a high probability that you are being overly ambitious. This disease of the undead might be irreversible," Volteer said.

Cynder hung her head sadly and said, "Volteer may have a point. The others. . . may be too far gone. . ."

Spyro hardened his gaze at one of the sealed windows and said, "No! I won't let Sparx, or Ember, or any of them stay like this! There has to be a cure somewhere!"

"Spyro, this might be an impossible task," Terrador said sadly.

Spyro was silent for a minute. "An impossible task. . ." he repeated softly.

(Cue music)

"To take the impossible task," Spyro began.
"To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear the unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To write the unwritable wrong
To be better far than you are
To fly when your wings are too weary
The reach the unreachable star."

Spyro turned to his friends and sang, "This is our quest, to follow that star
No matter how hopeless!
No matter how far!
To fight for the right
Without question or pause!
We must be willing to march into that Hell!
For our heavenly cause!
And I know, if we'll only be true
To this glorious quest. . ."

Spyro breathed out softly and closed his eyes. He sang a little softer, "That our world, will be peaceful and calm
And then we can finally rest
And the world will be healed after this
If one group, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with their last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star!"

(Cue end of music)

(Cue burst of applause, as if a crowd is giving a standing ovation)

"Here we go again with the disembodied applause," Cyril in an annoyed tone.

Spyro just smiled and bowed to the invisible audience.

"Well, I guess you're right Spyro, we can't give up. There's too much at stake. We cannot quit," Cynder said.

"For Ember and everyone else," Bandit said, a new light in his eye.

"And so we don't die too!" Flame added.

"Okay, so back to work everyone!" Terrador said.

Act II: Scene IV: The Monster He Has Become

(Animal I have Become by Three Days Grace)

(Cue musical introduction)

The heroes had not been quick enough in sealing the Dragon Temple shut. It turned out that one zombie, sleeker and more competent than the others, had actually managed to slip inside one of the windows, and it lay in wait in the shadows on top of one of the book cases, looking down at the armadillo and dragons that were hard at work. The zombified cheetah had an almost sad look on his as he looked down at them. He then took a deep breath and sang in a tone of voice that the others couldn't hear, "I can't escape this hell. . .
So many times I've tried . . .
But I'm still caged inside . . ."

The cheetah bit his lip as hard as he could, drawing green blood, as he suddenly took out a bow and readied an arrow, aiming directly for Spyro's heart. As he got ready to fire, he suddenly screamed out at the top of his lungs, "Somebody get me through this nightmare!
I can't control myself!"

The group heard the voice, and turned just as the arrow was shot. Spyro jumped out of the way just in time. It closely skimmed his underbelly, shaving off a few purple scales. Spyro gasped when the zombie jumped down and came into clear view.

"Hunter?" he gasped.

The zombified Hunter, green fluid oozing from his various bite wounds, looked at Spyro with pleading eyes and sang, "Well Spyro, now you see,
The darkest side of me
I need your help to change this monster that I have become!
Help me believe
It's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this monster!"

Hunter's voice echoed twice through the library.

"Fight it Hunter! Fight it! You're our friend! Remember!" Spyro shouted.

Hunter's eye appeared to light up for a minute, but then they turned to a dull yellow. The cheetah shook his head violently and whipped out a dagger.
"I can't escape myself," Hunter growled, his voice beginning to chance and deepen.
"So many times I've tried!
But there's still rage inside!"

Hunter suddenly sprang at Spyro and roared, "Come on and join me in this nightmare!
I don't wanna be by myself!"

Spyro jumped forward as well, and paws were suddenly locked against claws as Hunter roared in Spyro's face, "So what if you can see,

The darkest side of me!

No one will ever change this monster that I have become!
So what if you believe
This ain't the real me!
No one can help me tame this monster!"

Hunter suddenly twisted his hand and slashed Spyro's wrist. Spyro jumped back as Hunter tried to stab forward into Spyro's chest. Spyro then flipped over Hunter and tackled him. As Spyro had him pinned down, the cheetah zombie snarled out in painful anguish, "Somebody help me through this nightmare!
I can't control myself!
Somebody wake me from this nightmare!
I can't escape this hell!"

And then, the zombie did the last thing Spyro expected. The zombie neck gave a sickening snapping sound, and it's head spun a full 180 degrees. Spyro was so shocked and repulsed by what just happened that he couldn't make any attempt to defend himself as the cheetah lurched backwards and rotted, gore filled teeth pierced his chest and arms.

Everyone else immediately ran to Spyro's rescue. Cynder was the first to get to Hunter.

"SPYROOOO!" she screamed as she tackled the zombie off of the purple dragon and repeatedly hacked and slashed at Hunter with her tail-blade. Hunter rasped out weaker and weaker, "So what if you can see,

The darkest side of me!

No one will ever change this monster that I have become!
So what if you believe
This ain't the real me!
No one can help me tame this monster!"

As Cynder stood up and looked down at the slashed up cheetah before her, Hunter's arms slowly moved up toward her. He whispered in a desperate, almost pleading voice, "Help me believe
It's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this monster. . ."
And with, the zombie fell limb and still.

Cyril quickly sent a blast of ice breath and froze Hunter's body in an ice coffin.

Cynder then quickly turned her attention to Spyro. She ran over to him, with fear and grief in her eyes when she saw how still he was laying.

"It was only a few wounds, why is he out like this?" Flame asked nervously.

Bandit shuddered and said, "He was bitten a few times. You don't think that he. . ."

"No. . ." Cynder thought in horror as she still stared at the still form of the dragon before her.

"All we can do is wait. . . and hope," Terrador said.

Suddenly, there was the sound of agonized roars from the outside.

"They're trying to break in!" Terrador exclaimed, "Everyone, split up and reinforce all barricades! Bandit, you stay here with Spyro! Let's go!"

As the others left, Cynder remained, still looking at Spyro.

"Cynder, they need you out there!" Bandit said, "I know how you feel. Believe me! But you can't just sit there doing nothing. Look, I'm sure Spyro will be okay. I'm sure he'll recover! I just have this feeling that tells me he will. Please, just trust me."

Cynder looked at Spyro, then at Bandit. She took a deep breath and said, "Yes, he will be alright. I know it. And when he wakes up, myself and the others will have this face defended!"

And with that, Cynder was on her way.

Bandit sighed as he looked at Spyro, "I don't want Cynder to feel the pain I had to feel when Ember was taken from me. Please, come back to us Spyro. . ."