Okay this may be the most random, most tangential thing I've ever written. I was inspired by the fact that the guy who voices Tuffnut also voices Fred. I absolutely adore Tuff, so when I hear Fred talk I'm just like yeah no, that's Tuff. Can't be anyone else. Not to mention his non-coincidental obsession with becoming a fire-breathing reptile… #suspicious

So just bear with me — its an idea, not a fully-formed story. Kinda cheesy. Not making any promises about updates.

Hope you enjoy it! I do not own How to Train Your Dragon or Big Hero 6.


From the time Fred was small, he'd have these dreams of flying.

Well, his parents had always told him they were dreams. Fred, though, believed they were much more than that. They felt so real, that he was sure they had actually happened. He only got small glimpses of things here and there — a green, red-speckled wing, a long scaly neck, and a bright fiery spark followed by the sound of a loud explosion. Fred didn't know exactly what it all meant, but the feeling of the cool wind against his face and the excitement in his gut were familiar — like he'd been there before.

When Fred was little he used to tell people about his dreams. He made up stories about fire-breathing reptiles and dragon-riding superheroes. People would laugh and tell him he had a vivid imagination. No one believed him when he insisted they were real.

As he got older, Fred stopped talking about his dreams so much. It was silly for a teenager to believe in mythical creatures like dragons. But Fred's obsession with flying and fire explosions only grew. He was determined to make the fire-breathing reptile of his dreams a reality.

It wasn't until he went to the science fair at the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology that Fred discovered that it might actually be possible. The school was full of geniuses who could do absolutely anything with science. Fred spotted a bubbly, hyper, slightly nutty chemistry whiz in a yellow lab coat who was demonstrating something called chemical metal embrittlement. She combined a bunch of colorful substances onto a metal ball, and when she touched it, it blew up into the most beautiful, gassiest explosion Fred had ever seen.

And from that moment on, Fred was in love.

Not with Honey Lemon! (Though he did like her; she was eccentric and attracted to danger the same way that Fred was). No, Fred was in love with science! These people who could make the impossible possible by doing crazy experiments — these were his people! He was certain that if he could convince Honey and her friends to help him, he could become the dragon of his dreams.

Well, things didn't go quite how Fred had imagined. But thanks to Hiro and his wild robot adventure with Baymax, he did get to become a superhero. With his suit on, Fred could breath fire like a dragon. He could jump crazy high and leap between buildings, almost like flying. And he had a brilliant team of friends who were almost as insane as he was. Together, they were making the world a better, more magical place! For the first time in his life, Fred felt like he'd found his place in the world.

After that adventure, though, Fred's dreams became more frequent, and more vivid each night. In his dreams he could hear laughter, and he could smell a distinct gassy odor that he couldn't identify. He got glimpses of other strangely-shaped flying reptiles — one blue, one black, one orange. Every morning he would wake up in a cold sweat, unable to remember what the dream was about or what happened in it. Fred knew he was forgetting something important. It was on the tip of his tongue, but the memory would disappear as soon as he opened his eyes. He felt like he was losing his mind.

He found himself thinking about it more and more during the day as well. Honey Lemon in particular seemed unusually familiar. Sometimes she would make a face, and Fred was certain he knew exactly what was going through her head without her having to say a word. They could combine their powers to create explosions together like it was second nature, and Honey's enthusiasm for danger made Fred feel more at home than he'd ever felt before. Fred didn't have any siblings, but he imagined this was what it might be like to have sister.

What was more disturbing were the hallucinations. One time, Fred saw Hiro out of the corner of his eye and could have sworn the younger boy had a prosthetic leg. Obviously his leg was fine, but it confused Fred to no end. And there was another time that Gogo glared at him angrily, and Fred was certain that her hair had suddenly changed to blonde. He flinched, half-expecting her to throw an axe at him. (An axe? Why an axe?) Even Wasabi's meticulous nagging and perfectionist paranoia made Fred think of fish (though he had no idea why; it's not like the guy looked at all like a fish.)

Fred started to wonder if he actually was losing his mind. The flying, the team, the saving the world — it all felt uncannily familiar. If only he could remember…

Little did Fred know, things were about to get a whole lot nuttier.


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