Spyro: ACID Reign (Hey! A play on words!)

Rated PG-13 for gore, swearing, and crude humor

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Spyro characters, or any of the Spyro crap mentioned. The only things I own are my characters and concept of this story, etc. I wrote this over a year ago, so it's kinda crappy, but I'm improving on it. Any references made to movies/bands/television shows/music or anything else are purely coincidental and belong to their respective owners. Puri is copyright Purgon Draple, not me. Gawd, maybe I'll join Devian ART if people are really interested in this piece of Rhynoc feces, so people can see my artwork that goes along with it.

P.S.-I'll write the story of Ripto's past and what he had to do with A.C.I.D. when I'm about half through with this; the only thing I will say is Ripto transmogrified Zoloe into Crush in an A.C.I.D uprising with Melvin and killed Corky and transmogrified all the goats into Rhynocs. As we know, this is no real part of Spyro history or whatever you wanna call it. How's that for a cliffhanger?

A.C.I.D.- Arson Conspiracy Immoral Demons. I just love acronyms!

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It was a brisk autumn night. All was peaceful and still. The bronze and golden-brown autumn leaves crunched under Spyro's claws as he walked home from a late night movie: Zombies From The Deep Freeze. As always, Sparx was with him and made an exceptional surrogate flashlight as they walked using a path they never used before through the woods in Autumn Plains. Elora said it was a useful trail and that it wasn't easy to get lost. Elora didn't know how wrong she was.

"That was a good movie," Spyro commented. He was still chomping on a Snickers bar.

"I forget what it was about," Sparx replied.

"Yeah, me too," Spyro agreed. "The only thing I remember is locking Ripto in the popcorn machine and Hunter getting his foot stuck in that urinal."

"That was funny and-- HOLY CRAP! LOOK AT THAT!" exclaimed Sparx.

There was a huge, ancient, rotting oak tree in the way of the path. Spyro wondered if Avalar had druids that lived in the trees. He surveyed it with a concerned eye.

"Well, I guess it's too big to flame and I can't risk that anyways; if druids really do live in these trees, Elora would jump down my throat." Spyro said. He looked to the sides of the path, which were densely crowded with trees. "Maybe we can backtrack and take that other shortcut through the cemetery."

Sparx shuddered. "Are you sure about this?"

"Aww, c'mon Sparx. Don't be a scaredy cat!" Spyro said teasingly.

And so they retraced their steps until they got to the cemetery. It was your typical spooky cemetery, like in every B-rated movie where everyone turns into zombie slaves to some mad scientist until some muscular stereotypical guy comes in and saves the day. A spiked fence surrounded the plots, ivy grew over creepy looking gargoyles with chipped wings and grotesque faces. Weathered headstones of dozens of unrecognizable people long returned to the earth were rampant. Oddly enough, two cloaked creatures surrounded a headstone, even though it was late at night. Both Spyro and Sparx thought this was odd.

"Who are they?" Sparx whispered as to not break the dead silence.

"I don't know…Turban thieves in training?" Spyro suggested as they passed by the two figures.

What the two didn't know, that not only were the two figures were mourning the loss of a loved one, they were here to plot revenge, for a wronged death at the hands of Spyro's arch-nemesis.

"Sniff oh poor Corky…" one of the figures wailed sadly.

"It's okay, Phaydees. Corky loved you; he would've wanted it this way. You know he's looking out over you…somewhere," the second figure replied and placed a calming consoling hand on the other's shoulder.

"Do you really think that five years in suspended animation was long enough for the heat to die down from HIS uprising? I've been waiting for this moment ever since I saw Corky stained with his own blood. Ripto deserves what's coming to him. Pray for us all, Corky. I love you." said the first. Red glowing eyes streaked with mascara tears shone out from the hood of her cape.

"You do remember the way to his castle, don't you?"

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Okey dokie then, first chapter written. Yes, I know it's horrible. Will Spyro and Sparx make it back to the Dragon Realms unscathed? Who are the two mysterious creatures and why do they want revenge for the mysterious death of "Corky"? Please R&R. Flames will be deleted, suggestions will be thought upon and GOOD comments, I will be thankful for. P.S This is my first story. And as for you Da Dark One a.k.a Da Dark Dick as certified by my sister and I: flake off. You have a bad taste in fanfiction.