Author's notes: Sorry that this chapter took so long to be written. I had no ideas for months. You will notice how different the writing style is though, to what you have originally seen. I've been writing for a while, and due to my recent beta read of my little sister's story, I paid attention to how dialogue tags are supposed to look. So now, my paragraphs are all in present tense, including the dialogue tags: he said; she said; they said etc for a couple examples. And the memories in this chapter, are all in past tense, which they weren't in all the other chapters of this fanfic that featured memories.

The memories in here might be similar to previous ones, but I edited my chapter before submitting it, after I realised myself, making sure to make the necessary corrections. And Sharptooth speak, is now indicated in Bold Italics for easier notice. These changes in my writing style will remain now, for the remainder of this story.

I hope you enjoy this long awaited chapter. I don't know when chapter 14 of the story will be posted, I haven't even started that one yet.


Chapter 13:
Demon Turning

The trees that surround him groan and grind from the force of his footsteps, creaking like monsters as he passes them. A loud cry in the distance forces his mind to react with predatory fashion, charging to the place it came from then realising nothing is there. Is he hearing things? Is he so confused after the feeling he felt when he massacred that entire pack? The moment he lost it when he swallowed one whole. The taste so divine he wanted more. He only wished to save his best friend Ruby from being eaten alive. He was supposed to protect her. He should have protected her. But the moment he had it in his jaws, the worst, or was it the best feeling, overcame him almost instantly. He crushed it effortlessly in his killing bite. He transformed when he heard its dying cry, and in the end killed them all for sport. Did he enjoy it? Of course he did. However, feeling the blood of the massacre on his face and neck, the worst thing comes to fruition. He did not want to become one. He feared it, and yet, let himself turn into one. A monster. A demon.

Now the tall trees make him feel small and helpless as they tower above him in the distorting mist, making him see things he wished he never saw. Predators like him, tearing things apart in many gruesome ways, like he had done to the leader of that pack, just for the thrill of it. They tried to eat him alive. He went into survival mode. They did everything they could trying to bring him down, but to no avail. He had to save himself. He understood why too, but he did not care. He relished in causing their sadistic murders.

He freezes as he catches a glimpse of his frame in a large puddle, scarred in many places. Among those scars were wounds that still bled, while others had healed. The blood on his face and neck had dried by now, yet it still mixed with his own. But that was not him. He would never for the life of him let himself get that way. He looked like a demonic Sharptooth. Only they would have scars like these. Maybe he was no better than Redclaw now. For so many years he had to deal with him, bullying everyone wherever he went just for the fun of it. But he never killed like Chomper did. That tore it. He stomps his foot maniacally in the puddle, crushing the figure that reflected him, then rears back his head to roar just three words into the nothingness that surrounds him.

"WHO AM I?!"

He storms into a tree and barges it so hard he snaps it in two, growling and snarling at what he has become.

"What am I?! Why am I here?! How could I do this to them?!" He continues questioning himself, the weight of his foot breaking his victim in another half as he charges ahead to who knows where. He does not even recognise the forest around him. Did he live here before? Are his parents even here? Did he have a reason to come here? He could not remember. A distant crack of a branch, and off he goes roaring as if scaring something away, showing them he means business before stomping over to again, nothing. "Leave me alone!" he shouts into the shadows, thinking something may be after him. "Unless you want me to rip off your head!"

What am I saying? Chomper thinks to himself, before stomping away along this unfamiliar path he found himself on, constantly watching every shadow he sees upon passing them, ready to tear with his jaws anything that may want to attack him. He is on edge, even at the slightest sound, still bombarded with all these thoughts of what he did. Why did I kill them? Why have I turned? What is wrong with me? Why do I enjoy killing things? Am I so disturbed killing keeps me sane? I can't live like this! I'd never kill like that! I only hunt the weak or dying ones. I'm merciful. But after what I did to that pack. Now I'm a monster! I'm far too dangerous! I'll never see my friends again! All I'll do is cause them harm, just like before. I don't deserve to live! I'm unpredictable!

He freezes when he sees a shadow in the mist look like it is moving, then realises it was just another tree. He is soon back to his thoughts, as he stomps forward with no goal in mind. I never meant to do it. But I don't know what came over me. I scarred her like a savage would. And now that's all I am. A savage who only kills things.


It was back in The Great Valley, not long after Chomper began growing once he started to mature. But it was not just him. All of his friends were becoming a lot less childlike now. Cera's head horns were now three and starting to grow, and her features including her beak and crest, were a lot like what Chomper had expected them to be. More sharp, striking, robust and adult like. Even her colours had become additionally intricate and noticeable at a distance, just like his and all of his friends. He would stare with awe every time he saw her first thing, and could easily fall for her if he were a male Threehorn, but then he remembered Kodi and that brought his hopes down again. Would he ever find someone right for him too? All his friends seemed to have someone, but he never deduced that anyone would choose someone like him in this way.

He had always thought Sharpteeth just mated with anyone similar to themselves without much choice or selection, like they never had the time to know the opposite sex enough. Because of how hostile it could get out in the Mysterious Beyond, this is what Chomper had always believed. However. He did not just notice Cera's changing body. Spike's tail spikes and plates had started to form, and he had finally started speaking more than just a word. Ducky's and Petrie's crests were increasing in size and prominence. Ruby's beak was a lot sharper, like it could crack an egg in two without much effort. And Littlefoot's entire body had been growing a claw's width in almost all directions every other day. Even his snout had begun to form more distinctly. He often struggled to tell his friends apart from the others of the valley at a similar age to them, yet he never found another Sharptooth like him anywhere.

Worse yet was the growth rate of his own body. In just a week, he was twice his original size and could measure up to Littlefoot despite his long neck. Would this make him a threat now? Only his friends know who he really is, and the original Great Valley residents at the time he returned there with Ruby and the days he had spent around them since. All the newer inhabitants just see him as a monster who could hunt them down if he ever saw fit to do so. But this time, things were not perfect even between the locals, let alone the new visitors that had been there since the late Hot Times. Food was scarce. Fights broke out. Friends were forced to stay apart. And the weather, always booming through the sky with streaks of dangerous light.

Chomper often watched it all happen, from the safety of his cave with Ruby there beside him. Luckily, all the times the light struck and turned what it hit ablaze, the fire died down quite quickly because of the Sky Water that fell in bursts. But that was when it all began: Soon the Sky Water stopped falling, but the booms continued, and that was when all the green food started drying up or changing. Within a few weeks, there was less and less food to go around, and more fights started to break out between the Great Valley dinosaurs. They often fought for what little food remained in their usual eating places, which Chomper did not understand. Why could they not just move somewhere else when food was scarce in the typical places they usually ate. He constantly had to, because of what he reduced himself to eat while in the Great Valley. And today was no different.

Searching for even a morsel proved difficult to Chomper. Everywhere he tried he found nothing except a dry twig there or a dead leaf somewhere else. And he would not dream of chasing a crawler underneath a Leaf Eater that could crush him in a rage, but that nearly happened as well.

"Humph! That crawler was lucky it got under that rock when it did, but I lost a year from my life when that buffoon nearly squashed my tail. And all because the other buffoon got to the high Treestars before he could. I don't understand. Why can't they just share?"

"Are you talking to yourself, Chomper?"

"Huh?" He looked up but saw no one, yet still remembered the unique voice that he had. "No! Of course I'm not, Guido!"

"Are you sure? There's no one with you, yet you still spoke as if someone was there," Guido remarked upon landing on a rock beside him. "I mean, I would too because well, you know, I'm one of a kind and all and well, eh heh, I'll just shut up now."

Chomper headed towards him, hoping the green food behind him held a crawler.

"Boy, aren't you a huge meat eater now?" Guido stated, leaning himself back perhaps a touch worried, but Chomper did not seem to care how he may look to him now. In fact, he was more annoyed by what he said than even by his hunger right now.

"Well it's not my fault I grew so big in two days!"

"Two days!" Guido screamed when Chomper stepped up onto the rock, but when he looked down Guido was on a different rock well away from him.

"Sorry, Guido. I'm hungry."

"Yikes! F-for what? For something like, m-me. I warn you, I'm all tickly and fuzzy and will taste like a stickily flower."

"No. I won't eat my friends. I'm looking for Crawlers. But I can't find any."

"O-oh, eh heh. Sorry. I'm still a little nervous. Especially around you with those, big, sharp teeth of yours, not that I'm saying that's what is bad about you, y-you're a great friend. But if you want some crawlers, there's an area still vastly green over the hill there."

"There is! Still green means they have to be there. Thanks Guido." Chomper replied before heading on over.

"But you better hurry! Some Plant Eaters are already over there!"

Chomper hurried on his toes, hoping to find the crawlers before their hiding places were all gone. As he had expected, areas that used to be green were no longer as the Leafeaters gorged themselves on everything they could, but to his surprise Cera was also there, alone. Where were the rest of his friends and Kodi?

"No Kodi today Cera?"

"Humph!" Is all Chomper got from her as a reply.

"Okay. Touchy subject. Sorry." Chomper said, before finally chomping down on a few bugs that tried to run away from him. "Mmm! Been hours since I ate something."

"Do you mind? I am eating here!" Chomper watched her head disappear in the bush.

"We're all eating, Cera. Not a lot of food to go around lately."

Cera tore out a mouthful of leaves rather angrily. "Can I eat in peace please?!"

"Fine, fine." Chomper headed off in search of more, but did not stray far from Cera. He heard her mumbling to herself about something.

"Why'd they have to go and push Kodi away from me like that?" Chomper watched her tear out another pile of green, as he chewed on a handful of grubs he found in the bore of a tree. "I mean. We're not gonna be up to stuff or anything. But no! They nudged him away when I only wanted to eat with him. Why do Threehorns have to be so stubborn? We're friends. That's all." She tore out another bunch of leaves. "Humph! And why of all things did Chomper have to bring Kodi up like that?"

I think you two are more than friends, Cera, Chomper thought to himself, feeling around for any more crawlers but grabbing nothing. "Ugh! Where'd they all go?"

"Perhaps it was your big mouth where it is they went!"

"My big mouth is my best feature. I'm glad you noticed."

"Hard not to notice something as huge as that."

If you're trying to get under my skin Cera, it won't work, Chomper thought, heading back in search of more food. He decided to flatter Cera, knowing how much she liked to brag about stuff. "And what about your gorgeous horns, Cera? They're hard to not notice."

"Yes. I know. Aren't they the best? They'll be as long as my dad's soon."

Chomper briefly wondered if all Threehorns were this vain or if Cera was unique in that respect. This was when movement beneath some fallen treestars grabbed his attention. There were crawlers here, after all. His stomach growled loudly, and based on Cera's expression, she heard it.

"Guess you and I are both hungry after all," the Threehorn muttered, and lowered her head towards the same treestars.

Chomper's eyes widened and he wanted to protest, but he was too late. Cera had already taken the treestars into her mouth and was munching away.

His heart sank as he had a single thought: Why…?

"Cera!"

"What?!"

"What about me?"

"You don't eat green food silly."

"Yeah! And you don't eat crawlers, yet you still did without thinking about me at all."

"Go somewhere else then."

"Oh yeah. Thanks. That's what I had been doing for hours! And then you go and eat them without even caring how hungry I am!"

"Then go spend hours hunting somewhere else!" Cera snapped.

"Then stop gorging on everything you damn well see!"

"Can't you see that I am starving? I will continue gorging before somebody else steals what I find from under my nose!"

"You still ate more than I could!"

"Humph! I'm going!" Cera turned tail to head off, perhaps because Chomper was complaining, or clearly because the food she found was all gone. What Chomper did not expect was her irritably scraping her back paw across the ground catching a stray rock on purpose. Before Chomper could react, it collided with his nose and that was the last straw.

"Ow! That hurt!"

"Good!"

"Grr!" He stormed on after her. "How'd you like it if a rock bonked you on your nose?!"

"It wouldn't hurt. Now go away already! I'm done talking to you! Or am I?" Chomper received a glare from her, that he would not easily forget. "If you never had to eat meat to begin with, you wouldn't be so starving!"

Chomper froze in place and immediately saw red.

"Oh! Did I touch a nerve!?"

Chomper reared up his jaws glowering a threat without even thinking, and before he could realise what he just did, Cera's scream echoed through the valley. Her foot however, now clenched between his jaws with him on top pinning her into the ground. How did he get there so fast? How did he knock Cera over like that? And what was he doing to her?

"Cera!" came Littlefoot's shout from not far away. "Is everything...?"

Chomper ferociously looked Littlefoot's way, growling something inaudible as he remained latched to Cera's foot, his foot claws digging into her belly.

"Chomper! What are you doing?! Let her go!"

"Get him off me! He's hurting me! He won't let go!" Cera cried, unable to force Chomper's weight off of her. But by now, Ducky, Petrie, Spike and Ruby had arrived, witnessing the exact same thing.

"Chomper! You cannot be doing this! No, no, no!" Ducky tried to walk ahead, but Spike quickly grabbed her tail.

"Mm-mm!" Spike remarked shaking his head, before letting Ducky's tail go. "You can't reason with him. He's a carnivore. You'll be in danger yourself if you even get near him."

"But… Chomper…"

"Ducky. Spike be right. Chomper might, hooo, do that to you. He might eat you as a snack."

"Chomper! Let Cera go! What is with you?!" Littlefoot ordered, but Chomper just glared. "You did this once before, but you knew it was wrong! Why are you doing this?!"

"No he didn't know it was wrong, Littlefoot! He was a baby!" Cera shouted, refusing to move. Chomper had her where he wanted her, and he was not about to let her go. Not until she apologised to him. But his predatory side may not last long. This was his friend. And this is what he was doing to her, pinning her down like a savage. "Now get him off of me!"

"We're trying, Cera. But his glare. It's monstrous. He might turn on us."

"Chomper," Ruby began, slowly walking towards him. But why Ruby? He knows who she is to him. He could never hurt her. "Please. Let Cera go. Do you want to be seen as a savage to all your friends, because all of your friends are seeing you as a savage. We all know this is not you. What happened to the you that we all know is the you that you are meant to be? He's in there, and I know you know he is in there too. So please. Let Cera go, or you'll never let her go."

I, don't know, what happened, Chomper started to think, despite the fact that he still wanted to crunch her foot for what she said about him. I was angry. She insulted me. I was hungry. And now. She's right there, in my mouth. What happens if I let my instinct take over? What then? I need to let her go. This isn't me. Why can't I let her go!?

The moment he felt her blood trickle down his tongue, he knew what would happen if he did not let her go. I… I've hurt her… I've gone and hurt her! I can't… I can't hurt my friends! His last thought gave him the incentive to let her foot go, still not realising what he did. "What… What did I do?" He backed away in sorrow and loss. "I… I…"

Without a second thought, he ran away in tears.

"Chomper! Come back!" Littlefoot shouted after him, but Chomper never stopped.

"And good riddance!" Cera cried, her voice clearly drowned out by tears.

"Cera..."

"No, Littlefoot! He attacked me! Again! I'm going home!"

Everything then turned quiet. How far did Chomper get? He did not care. All he wanted to do was continue running as far from his friends as he could.


He is back to being alone surrounded by the eerie mist that floats on by. How far had he walked upon remembering what happened that day in the Great Valley. He must know where he is going if he could still walk while his mind was elsewhere, and pretty soon he recognises a common path he often took with his parents, while they were training him to hunt on their island. They taught him much too. But even when he was maturing, he still knew wrong from right eventually. He learned to let Cera go, yes, but he also understood that he did not belong there either. The bigger he grew, the more of a threat he became, for it was only a day after the incident, when his life was turned upside-down. So as he continues to follow the path to his parents, his mind returns to the past.


Rolling grassland. That was all Chomper could see in any direction. The dry grass crunched beneath his feet as he ran, but nothing drowned out the distant angry voices he knew were shouting at him. The stampede of dinosaurs came after him because of the incident involving Cera, and so he refused to stop running until his legs would give out. Chomper could only imagine what they would do to him if they caught up with him, so that was something he could not let happen, no matter what.

"Don't let him stop!"

"We want him out of here!"

"Or skewered on my horn!"

Chomper screamed at that remark and wished he could run faster, but he was not as small as he used to be. Now he had drag and weight to consider, and would be quick to tire if he did not remain in this mode he found himself in. Fight or flight. Right now, flight was all he could muster. How would he take on an entire herd bigger than himself when he was still small? Not even his parents could handle this amount of adults, and they were full grown and experienced. When they all ganged up on them, they could do nothing but flee. And now he was following in their footsteps. There was a noise as he passed by a large bush, causing him to stop and look.

"Huh?"

The large leaf moved again.

"Wh-who's in there?" He turned to see it move more frantically, and then a head popped out in worry. A head like his. "Huh? Another, Sharptooth?" But he was quick to realise something else. This Sharptooth, she was female.

"Come on. Jump in or they'll catch you," she spoke in Sharptooth.

"Over there! I see him!"

"No!" he cried, diving into the bush without a second thought.

"Don't let him escape!"

Chomper remained quiet in the bush, even when the adults were long gone leaving a trail of dust in the air. When he mustered up enough courage to come out from the ball he scrunched up in, the only thing he received was a confused glare from his saviour. She lingered on her look, perhaps to take in all the details of Chomper, or just to learn about him.

"What did you do to make them chase you like that?" she questioned innocently. "And what were you saying just now?"

"Oh, erm, nothing," Chomper replied in his native tongue.

"It didn't look like nothing to me. You looked terrified, and then all weird looking when I popped out my head."

"Weird looking?"

"Well, yeah. You tilted your head like you had never seen something like me before."

"I've er, never seen a, girl like me, before, that's all…" He seemed to have done something funny after his words, because she was rolling on the floor laughing for some strange reason. "What? Is there something on me?" Awkwardly, he tried to feel what might be on him, but that just made her laugh more when he frowned in confusion feeling nothing. "What is wrong with me?!"

"Nothing is wrong with you." She managed after regaining her composure. "You're funny."

"Am I?" He scratched his head in wonder. What made me funny?"

"You, blushed. I've never seen purple go pink like that before."

"I… er..." Chomper knew he was blushing again, so he shook his head to return to normal. "But why are you in here?"

"Hiding, from, from the bigguns. They're scary when they stomp around like that all noisy and growly and angry."

"Oh…" He lowered his head in guilt. "It was all my fault."

"What's wrong?"

"I… I bit my, my friend…"

"Oh, well that was an accident, right?"

"No… It wasn't. Not this time." He curled his tail around himself, not wanting to impart what he did to Cera.

"But you can't blame instinct. We've always eaten Leafeaters."

"But that's the problem. I promised I'd never do that again. That's why I only ate the crawlers here."

"Blech!" She stuck out her tongue in disgust. "You eat those, awful fidgety things?"

"Well I can't just go around eating the residents here, can I? They were beginning to trust me too, and then we have this dry spell where food becomes less and less. I'm so hungry. I bit Cera because, well, she insulted me. And I lost it because I was cranky from lack of food."

"Then she deserved it. How could she insult you?"

"Cera hasn't well, had good tidings with our kind. I recall it was because they ate her mother many years ago. Her father doesn't like me either."

"Are they like us?"

"No. They are Threehorns."

"Huh?" She gave him an awe-inspiring look. "Have you been, hanging around Leafeaters all this time?"

"Well of course I have. They're my friends. But now I've gone and blown that, haven't I? All because of how starving I am. I shouldn't have tried to kill her, but it felt so natural." Before Chomper could protest, the female was dragging him out of the bush. "W-Wait! What about the Leafeaters?!"

"I'm getting you fed. We can worry about them later. Some Fast Biters and a weird looking one have been eating fish from the river. I'm taking you there."

"Fast Biters? Here?"

"And a weird looking one." She dragged him further out, holding his hand. "Come on. I'm taking you there so you can get fed."

"W-wait!"

"Yes."

"What is… what is your name?"

"Oh, oops. Did I do it again? My name's Tyrana. Now come on. The longer you waste time, the less fish there'll be. Those Fast Biters and the weird looking one are rather greedy."

"Alright."

But he could not resist the urge to blush again. She was holding his hand.


Chomper is looking at his hand now. The exact one Tyrana had held that day, remembering her touch. Did a tear trickle down his cheek? Or was it a raindrop? He looks up then feels nothing falling, before glancing back down into the shadows of the gorge he stopped by. Noticing a stray rock by his foot, he knocks it forward and just watches as it tumbles and crashes against the walls of the crack in the land, until he sees it no more.

Maybe I'll never change. Maybe this is all I'm good for. A fall down there wouldn't last long. I'd be dead upon hitting the bottom. But do I do it? What about my parents? They need me. And Tyrana. She needs me too. And I need her. I know I can change.

I know I can be the Chomper I used to be. I was always merciful. Mine and Tyrana's first hunt together proves that. He was an old dinosaur, and wouldn't have lasted the night out there that day. He knew he wouldn't make it either, so I made it a mercy kill. That way he wouldn't have suffered through his last breaths. He thanked me and accepted his fate. And me and Tyrana shared. I wasn't a monster then. I was me.

Oh, Tyrana. You were the one for me. I knew that the moment I first saw you. And when we finally mated. That was the best feeling ever. No more interruptions. No more constantly looking over our shoulders. No more fights for rights. Just peace and quiet to do what we had always wanted to do. And maybe when I come back, our eggs will have been laid. And when they hatch, I'll teach them that Sharpteeth can befriend Leafeaters. So no! My death won't be this. My death will be protecting my family, until my last breath! And nothing will stop me from doing what is right!

He steps away from the gorge, remembering how he got across it all those years ago, and heads straight towards it. The land bridge that took the weight of both his parents all those years ago, which he could tell was old even then. And there it was, exactly where he knew it would be. Still in one piece. He carefully walks across it, checking if it still had the strength to carry him over. And it did.

Chomper takes in the scents on the other side; still the same homey smell he remembered. The same trees welcoming him back. But he notices something new the further in he goes. Trees stripped of their bark or snapped in two, leaving a very clear scar in only one direction. His parents. He takes a whiff of one, and a deep growl manifests from within. Did he recognise this scent? Or was it something completely new? His brain is telling him though, that it is indeed the same Plated Sharptooth from all those years ago. The one that he thought had drowned in the Big Water that day he was sent over the edge by his father. But why of all things, did he not run towards his friends? If he did that, he would not have been knocked off with him where he nearly drowned. And yet, ultimately, if it did not happen, his parents would not have trusted Leafeaters. They would not have let him go to The Great Valley with Ruby, when Redclaw separated him from his parents. So in a way it made his life and his friendship better.

Deeper in he goes, sniffing here and there to learn where his adversary had gone, and then he stops to look around at his feet. Blood on the foliage. Ground flattened in a struggle. A tree snapped in two. He went this way for sure. Another rumble from within after sniffing the evidence before him, and Chomper charges on ahead, now knowing his parents had been injured by this monster.

Grr! Damn him! How dare he hurt my parents!?

Continuing on forward, Chomper knows he has to get to his mum and dad fast, but in moments he hears a bellowing roar not far away. He recognises it all too clearly, and that was the final proof he needed to learn it is indeed the exact same Plated Sharptooth he fought with his friends and his parents all those years ago. Speeding on, he soon comes to the scene he was dreading all this time.

His mother though dangerously tired and badly wounded, is still sizing up The Plated Sharptooth clearly to keep him from getting to her mate. But Chomper's heart sinks the moment he sees his father, incapacitated and reduced to submission on the ground behind her, his leg far too damaged for him to even stand. How could this monster do that to his father? Then it hits him square like a falling tree. This monster intends to kill him. His constant attempts at trying to push past his mother and the hatred in his eyes makes it all the more clear. If Chomper does not do something soon, his mother will drop too tired to carry on. That in turn will give the Plated Sharptooth the chance he has wanted. Chomper imagines him breaking his father's neck or even tearing out his throat, and he will not stand for it. He bellows with the intent to be heard, before charging forward.

"Chomper?!" his mother cries, clearly with relief in her voice. But all Chomper wants is to keep his enemy from harming his father. Unlike others, he will discuss and get to the bottom of his actions, even if it ends up being an argument or worse. Violence will be his last resort.

"Get away from them now!"

"What is this?" the Plated Sharptooth questions with ill intent. "A lecture."

"Don't patronise me!"

"Get out of my way or I will force you to!"

"Don't you dare try to threaten me! These are my parents! You have no right to hurt them like this!"

"I have all the right! Especially to your petty little father!" Chomper rears up his jaws. "Oh. Did I touch a nerve? Good! Now move!"

"Never!"

The Plated Sharptooth threateningly growls at him. "Move or else!"

"Or else what? What the hell gave you the right to harm my father like that?!"

"For what he did to me when you were just an annoying little hatchling!"

"He protected his mate from you! He protected his family! You don't know what a family is! You never had one!"

"Grr! Mind your tongue runt, unless you want me to tear it out from your running mouth! You don't know what I went through when your bastard father knocked me off your island! I nearly drowned! Then the Swimming Sharptooth nearly killed me! Lucky for him he escaped my jaws, with only a lost fin and a chunk from his side! Because I would've killed him! How did I make it to land? Easy! I swam there!" He shows his hidden side to Chomper, complete with the bite mark from the Swimming Sharptooth to prove it. "This scar is what that overgrown water breather gave me! This scar, makes me never forget the trauma I suffered!" He glances at Chomper's dad, still lying motionless on the ground. "And his death, will be one step closer to my fulfilment! No one can stop me! Not even you! And when I'm finished with your father. I'll kill your mother next. And then I'll kill you!"

Chomper roars with hatred at him, before sizing him up ready for a brutal fight, the demon inside him waiting to be released. "That is the last claw! I thought I could reason with you. But after your disrespect. Now all I want is to kill you!"

"Heh! You won't stand a chance!"

"Think again old fool! I killed an entire pack of Fast Biters out there in The Mysterious Beyond! And I will easily kill you the same way!"

"Is that a challenge?!"

"A challenge that you will lose! Now face me! I learned after my first fight with another of my kind! I learned enough to brand you as nothing compared to him! And he was old, just like you!"

"You'll regret ever challenging me!" The Plated Sharptooth replies, before sizing himself up and pacing up and down, growling and snarling.

Chomper watches his every move, making sure he does not dart for his father as that is his overall intent. But now that he has arrived, a better fighter than his parents, he waits for his adversary to make the first strike. The Plated Sharptooth tries to circle, but Chomper does not let him. Every left or right step he makes, Chomper follows with his own.

"Quit stalling and face me, coward!" Chomper shouts. "I'll never let you get past me!"

"Then I'll go through you to get him!" The Plated Sharptooth tries to bite, but Chomper backs up then charges forward to bash him in the chest with the side of his head, knocking him stumbling backwards.

"Chomper!" his mother cries, stepping forward.

"Stay back, mum! He's too strong for you."

"And he's too strong for you alone!"

"I can handle him! You need to rest!"

The Plated Sharptooth recovers his footing. "This is all very touching, but I will have my revenge today!" He storms forward and strikes Chomper with his tail powerful enough to daze and stagger him.

Recovering his footing later than he wanted, Chomper is surprised to see his mother bashing their enemy in the torso with her head, but he is not quick enough to stop her being clawed across the side by The Plated Sharptooth's foot, her ear-splitting roar of anguish echoing between the trees. It horrifies him to see her back down and fall to her knees, submitting and short of breath. He told her to keep back, and now damns himself for how stupid he had been. Within moments, Chomper bellows like a maddened beast. The demon is back. And he is angry.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" Chomper roars, and charges forward. A tail swipe, and then he chomps down on the monster's thigh, causing him severe agony. Without letting him learn after what just happened, he headbutts him under the chin, claws his chest with his foreclaws, and kicks him in the torso with his foot. With one final head whack, he knocks him into a tree and watches as he falls with a powerful crash.

The Plated Sharptooth is quick to stand, before he stamps his foot into the ground and roars as he stomps forward. In seconds Chomper is headbutted then bitten deeply on the chest, but he would not back down or take his murderous glare off of his enemy. When clawing him across the snout does nothing except give him reason to growl, he twists his body and whacks his tail against the pressure points in his neck, continuing the same thing across the jawline in an attempt to unlock the jaws. That is what causes his adversary to let go and rethink his next attack, but Chomper has his own in mind. He now knows his enemy fights in close quarters, and he will do anything to fight him at his own game.

Roaring, the Plated Sharptooth charges forward once more, twisting on his good leg to try and get around, but Chomper sees this through and grabs him on the upper jaw with his own. He is clawed deeply across the belly by his enemy's foot, but he does not care. He turns himself, dragging his enemy off balance, adrenalin shielding the pain that he knows he should be feeling, before throwing him down into the ground with such force that he rolls and crashes along it into more trees that crack and fall with the impact.

To Chomper's astonishment, the Plated Sharptooth gets up again, clearly fuelled only by the desire for revenge, and he decides no more. Both of then run and barge into each other, but Chomper is stronger. Knocking him back, Chomper bites down hard on his enemy's chest, striking with his foot claws on his opponent's good leg leaving a three-toed gash along his thigh that forces him to lower himself down in a way that cushions the pain after being let go. He thinks to show mercy for just a moment, but his instinct tells him otherwise, before he grabs the Plated Sharptooth round the neck with his jaws, crushing his neck without hesitation.

With a predaceous glare, he holds the Plated Sharptooth in place amidst a grumble of satisfaction until the last of his breath diminishes, before dropping his kill to the ground then rearing back to bellow a lengthy roar of victory, his foot atop the corpse.


Ruby is at the edge of the forest Chomper entered when he changed, just sitting there on a rock. She does not care about the smell of death from behind her, she just cannot believe what Chomper became. All those promises he made to her, that he would never turn on his own kind, had all become lies. She thought to go in after him, but her siblings told her otherwise, so now she remains out here in the heat, dull and depressed that she may never see him again. She has been sitting like this ever since, just watching the motionless trees.

"Ruby! Come on already. Let's go back to Hanging Rock," Indigo complains.

"I'm staying here, because here is where I'm staying!" Ruby replies rather dully.

"Look, Ruby. What's the point in staying here baking, when you can just wait for Chomper back at Hanging Rock? He knows the way after all," Beryl states. "You'll be no good to Chomper baked like a rock. And what about Midas. You need to get back with him."

"I will go back to Hanging Rock, when I have Chomper going back to Hanging Rock."

"You'll be bloody bones by the time Chomper comes back out."

"I don't care."

"You will care when your children find out you died wallowing in your own self-pity on this silly old rock. And think about Midas. How would he take your pointless death?"

"Indigo! I need to know Chomper is safe!"

"He's safe, Ruby," Beryl consoles. "He can handle himself just fine on his own. I'm sure he can return to the valley without you there with him. It'll be safer for the pair of you that way too. He wouldn't have to keep looking out for Sharpteeth knowing you would be in danger, and you wouldn't be slowed down by him looking out for you."

"Don't you remember when him and Tyrana were separated out here all those years ago? Both of them survived on their own no problem. It runs in their blood, Ruby. You sitting here doesn't."

"Besides. He saved you when you were pinned down by that Fast Biter."

"And I bet he wouldn't have changed like he did if you just did as you were told and stayed hidden."

"Indigo! Go and lap around Hanging Rock if you can't say something nice!"

"But… I'll be alone."

"Exactly!"

"But the truth I said about Chomper and Tyrana, was nice."

"To an extent!" Beryl glares at him.

"Whatever." Indigo walks away. "I'm going back to the top of the hill, away from all this death!"

"Ruby. Please come back with us. Chomper will understand that we had to go."

"But…" There is a roar in the distance, and it must have been loud for Ruby to hear it all the way out here. She is quick to stand. "That was Chomper's roar!"

"There you see. He's fine. Now can we please go."

"Why?"

"Because his roar wasn't exactly friendly sounding. It sounded like victory. And it wouldn't be just us that hears it. It might coax other predators there, and we're in the middle of it. Besides. The smell of death is wafting. Do you want to be on the menu when the others arrive?!"

"No, but…"

"Ruby. We'll be safer at Hanging Rock. Chomper will know where we went. He'll meet us there."

"Okay. But just to be sure so he is sure, I'll tell him in the sand." Ruby crouches and begins to draw.

"Ruby! We don't exactly have the time. A predator could come out at any moment!"

"I'll be done in a minute. Just wait with Indigo."

"I will stay with you, just in case you plan to run on ahead."

Ruby sighs. "Fine," she then seems to groan in disgrace, but continues to draw into the sand nonetheless, hoping the picture will remain for Chomper to see it. When she is done, she hurries on back towards Hanging Rock with her siblings close behind. I just hope my picture of Hanging Rock stays and is enough of an indicator that it was me who drew it.


Chomper by now is feeling the pain of his wounds as he calms down and returns to his normal caring self, despite dragging his kill along with him. Reaching his mother, he helps her to stand and she licks him on the cheek clearly in thanks. But Chomper's main concern is his father, still unable to get up. On closer inspection, his father's hip and thigh had been badly bitten, making it almost impossible to stand from the ground.

It is only now that his father tries to stand, but to no avail as his bleeding wounds continue to profuse causing a cry of pain to manifest and a huff of depression to escape his snout as he simply gives up trying. Chomper sees the tears from his mother, who witnessed everything that happened to her mate, and even when Chomper arrived she still could not protect him.

"Hun. Please. Try not to move," she cries.

Chomper's father huffs in disgrace. "If I could only do my job, I wouldn't be in this mess! I nearly lost you."

Chomper continues dragging the Plated Sharptooth towards his father, knowing that he needs it more than him.

"But I'm still here. And I'll always be here."

Chomper now drops his prey in front of his father, coaxing him to look up at his son a little surprised.

"But, son. This is your kill."

"I killed him for you and mum though, dad," Chomper states, nuzzling his father kindly. "I protected you both. I had to."

"Who told you we were in trouble?"

"Ruby did. She found me all the way back to my last destination. I had to come back before he killed you. I wouldn't bear it if I lost either of you."

"And what about Tyrana? Did you leave her alone out there!? How could you even think of it?! She's more important to you, than we ever will be!"

"No, dad. I didn't leave her alone out there. I wouldn't dare. She's in the Great Valley with my friends. She's fine, dad. Honest. I made sure to get her to the safety of the valley. My friends will keep her secret. I can trust them." Chomper nuzzles him again. "But please, dad. Eat. You need your strength."

"But…"

"I'll be fine, dad. I ate earlier. But you and mum need sustenance."

There is a pause. "How did you know, son?" Chomper's mother asks.

"Know what, mum?"

"That you'll be getting a new brother and sister soon."

Chomper backs up, not sure if he can believe this. "What?"

"It's true, son," his father replies. "Your mother is pregnant. You haven't met your younger brothers yet, but now you will be getting a new brother and sister."

"This is… amazing. More siblings." Chomper begins to cry, then nuzzles his father. "Thank you both, for telling me. But please dad, eat something. You need food."

Chomper stands back and watches his father go straight to tearing into the corpse of the Plated Sharptooth as best he can lying down like he is, but he did not expect his father to end up crying while doing it. This makes his heart flutter, knowing that he can indeed be a kind and caring Sharptooth like he used to be, and nothing like the monsters they are seen as. He receives a nuzzle and lick from his mother, but he can only rub his head with hers unable to speak.

"Thank you, son. Thank you, for saving us." Chomper's mother thanks, before she too goes to the corpse. But Chomper can only watch on in silence as they both feast. He wants to tell them that they will be grandparents, but seeing them eating together like this, he just could not ruin the moment.