QuillOwl here! One of the authors of this mentally insane fanfiction.
And by mentally insane, I do mean absolutely mentally in-fricking-sane.
This little plot bunny bounced from its rabbit hole while me and 'The Blue Phantom' where talking via Private Messaging (All starting from me reviewing her fanfiction poems: 'The Boy with the White Hair'.) and it just turned into slight roleplaying.
And then, of course being the mental crazy fangirls we are, we decided to create it into a fanfiction.
You guys must remember: This is categorised as 'Humor'. This story might have some serious moments (Excuse me, almost choked by laughter as I wrote that) but it's basically a whole, hilarious fanfiction that shouldn't be taken at all seriously.
Also, Yes, it does say it's a crossover with 'How to Train you Dragon' but that will happen much later on.
Alrighty then, let's get this little plot bunny over with then, shall we?
QuillOwl would describe herself as a hermit.
Not, a very bad hermit. But still a hermit.
Or, in other terms, has a very bad case of 'Fangirl'.
What is fangirl?
Don't ask. Don't ever ask.
For, if you don't know, then you should stay away from the creatures that are named 'Fangirls'.
Thus, is the reason Quill doesn't have many friends.
Maybe a few close friends at school, and an occasional neighborhood friend she talks to when she walks home, every weekday.
Yet still, Quill still doesn't have many friends. But Quill doesn't need friends.
She has other fangirls, and fans, and people who actually appreciate and love her work and writings.
Oh, her writings!
That is the reason she doesn't mind being a hermit, or not having a large amount of friends, for she can write. Write in the late night, the early hours of day, at dusk, at dawn and the times in between.
For Quill's imagination is endless.
The last time she counted, she had 20 different fanfiction ideas in her head.
What is fanfiction?
You shouldn't ask that question, either.
Fanfiction is like her bread and water, and is like the watering hole and bread maker to QuillOwl.
It's where she can be honestly insane. For people don't call it 'insanity' there, they call it 'fangirling' or 'ranting' and so many other words to describe herself and millions of others.
Still, she's a hermit. A hermit with a lack of friends, even for a fangirl.
She doesn't have many 'fangirling' friends either, for she is very shy. She reviews and makes comments politely, and only the nicest of Authors and Fans would eagerly reply back.
And even then, she is still shy.
There is only few she has been slightly herself around, but only one person has truly seen her full personality and awkwardness in its fine glory.
'The Blue Phantom'.
Well, her name wasn't really 'The Blue Phantom'. It was a just a pen name, a way to protect people's identity from each other, just like Quill's name isn't 'QuillOwl'.
Even though, she wouldn't might if it was her real name. Getting the occasional shout from somebody at school, and they say: "Hey, Quill!" or "What are you doing, Quilly?" and everybody will have to ask "Why is your name 'Quill'?"
Then, she can use that opening of opportunity to tell them about the world of fangirling and fandoms and everything that just screamed out what her life was like.
See, fangirling was her life!
It was involved with her every situation, her every moment, her every strange event that caused her to be thrown into the world of fantasy and just full-blown weirdness.
Well, the strange event that thrown her into the world of fantasy only happened once.
Quill sat in front of the laptop, her dark blonde yet brunette hair slightly getting in her eyesight which she would stubbornly blow away.
Children screamed outside her small, double attached, house. They screamed with a loud, booming voice that just sounded so terribly annoying!
"Urgh, stupid humans..." Quill muttered under her breath as she slammed her fingers on her keyboard swiftly, typing up words and sentences with quick motions.
Quill looked outside her window, apart from the giant palm tree blocking her view (A/N: Yes, I do have a palm tree in my front garden. It just reaches the view of my window.) she could see the dull, beige colors of the giant, long rows of attached houses beyond the grey, small car park below.
Apart from that, nothing else can be seen.
Well, except the snow of course.
The small snowflakes fell elegantly and gently from the clouds, changing the dull landscape into a frosted, and scattered white, land of wonderful winter.
Even though, it wasn't enough to create a snow day within the day or moment, and it could only make the atmosphere drop several more degrees in temperature, Quill couldn't help but smile at the descending, frosted snowflakes of joy.
She laughed silently, imagining what fun she could have if the snow fell for much longer and became a large blanket then a little sugary topping. Snowball fights, Sledding, Snowmen...
And hunting a certain Winter Spirit. (A/N: I'm not joking. I'm planning to buying a large net from eBay to capture him XD)
Yes, for that is another reason she doesn't have a large quantity of friends.
Sure, her friends understand she has obsessions with books and music and everything else. But, there is only so far a friend can withstand before they understand that they should leave you alone with your crazy self.
She crossed the line when she started obsessing over 'Rise of the Guardians'.
It was a great movie, her friends at least understood that, they know it had such brilliant quality and effort put into it and how detailed and beautiful it was.
What they didn't understand, however, was the fact the movie can be addictive.
Just like with many things before, it clutch Quill with its tempting grip and dragged her into its world of obsession and fangirling.
It's happened before, she knew it was going to happen again.
Just, She didn't know it would happen with something so different and childish.
Quill's terrible comments about herself were interrupted when a large beep came from her laptop.
Quill pulled her gaze away from what she was writing, looking at the notification on one of her little tabs.
Quill opened the tab that contains her emails, the inbox spammed with dozens of read messages and notifications sent from . A little, bright icon of a unopen email appeared, containing the subject of topic which read:
Fanfiction: [New PM] from The Blue Phantom.
Quill's smiled as she clicked on the little icon, opening the email to read the Private Message.
The Blue Phantom: Just thought I'd warn ya, on Wednesday I'm getting braces and because I will obviously be in pain I might seem a little rude.
(I don't cry or gripe when in pain, I become rude. Though your awesome personality might make me forget the pain so I'm not rude to you.)
Quill grinned brighter at the Private Message, her heart slightly warming when she read the part that he personality was awesome and could make her friend forget the pain.
Quill opened the reply link to the Private Message, and typed:
QuillOwl: Okay then, I hope Tooth has mercy on you and your pearly, white teeth!
Quill chuckled at her sentence, already referring to the Tooth Fairy before she really started her message.
I believe she likes us, I don't know why I believe that but I do, and I know she'll be kind to your dentures...or, at least, try to be gentle.
I bless you with brace-safe cookies and hundreds of Sandman plushies for your recovery of the terrible event tomorrow. :)
Impressed by her response, she clicked the send button of the message and leaned back on her chair.
She sent the message at noon. Due to time differences, Blue will get the message at around 4-5 in the morning and would still be asleep.
Damn timezones! They always prevent her and Blue from talking as much as Quill (and Blue, by Quill's guess.) wanted.
Quill having to go when it's early afternoon for Blue.
Blue having to go when its early morning for Quill.
Quill absolutely hated it! Less time for funny conversations, and the internet sharing of Sandman plushies and cookies. (A/N: Yes, we do actually do this, didn't I tell you we are insane?)
Quill waited a few moments before calculating the timezones fully, understanding that Blue wouldn't respond until later in the evening (For Quill, that is.)
She sighed, changed the tab, and continued typing on her keyboard and staring out the window until darkness washed over the landscape of her house, the sky covered in stars that the snow clouds stubbornly hid away.
The only thing the snow clouds couldn't hide, however, was the bright, illuminating rays of the Moon that shone through the clouds like a beacon of silver light to the dark earth.
'Good evening, MiM.' Quill thought, her mind aiming the words at the silver sphere of space rock, 'What are you doing this fine afternoon?'
No response.
Quill snorted, of course he wouldn't respond! He hadn't responded to Jack Frost for 300 years, so why would he bothering to talk to a teenage, mortal girl?
'Alright then, guess you're busy looking over the world and preventing Pitch from rising 'nd stuff.' Quill stared deeply out the window, glaring at the Moon, "Hope you have a good time doing that."
And that, is when her day changed.
Just by a casual stare outside the window and at the shining, silent Moon.
A blue blur flew past her window, leaving a trail of swirling frost in its trace.
Quill yelped and fell of her chair, landing on her bedroom floor with a startled thump.
"Did I just see- Was that just- What the hell was-" Quill stuttered, trying to recover and form words.
Any normal person would have thought it was a trick of the winter light, a large bird, maybe even a lost, blue kite!
Quill wasn't a normal person.
"Blue, Great speed, seemed it was flying, spreading frost-" Her throat caught on the last part.
Frost.
"Oh, no way..." Quill said, deadpanned, "You've got to be joking, it was just a trick of the light."
Thus, she returned to her seat and the ordinary routine of typing on her laptop.
And stayed there for five seconds, before bursting out of her seat and rushing around for her coat and winter boots.
The most obvious thing to say: It was cold. Really cold.
However, the temperature dropped freakishly quick, frost spread across the windows and pathways of her street and beyond with unnatural speed.
She chased after the iced trails, without a single worry crossing her mind. For of course, she told her family just she was having a large snowball fight with her neighbors.
They thought she was safe, being hit by soft balls of glistening snow and fun-times.
Not chasing after a fictional Winter Spirit.
She continued to sprint through the street, pass the familiar buildings she knew and down a path she never briefly remembered of.
She didn't care where she was, she only cared about following the trails of frost being left behind, mysteriously.
However, Quill could only go so far, until her lungs struggled for air and her limbs painfully ached.
Damn, she really need to go outside more.
She snorted. Yeah, like that was gonna happen without intense force.
Quill rested her head on her standing knees, her back dully aching by the bizarre stretched position. Quill heaved, gasping for cold, fresh oxygen.
Quill's breath steadied, her legs stopped wobbling with aching pain. As she recovered, Quill slowly rose her head.
And lost the breath she been trying so hard to regain.
She stood in a garage complex, surrounded by rows poorly painted, metal doors and dull, concrete walls.
It wasn't the garages, or the very dim and eerie light, or the smashed remains of glass bottles, that shocked her.
It was the large, wonderful sleigh that rested on the dirty ground of the garage, its red paint almost glowing against the dull colors of the garages.
Normal people would have mistaken it for an odd, questionable car, or a weird, very unneeded and late, Christmas decoration.
Quill wasn't normal.
She was hyperventilating as she bounced on the balls of her feet, vibrating with pure excitement.
"You've...got...to...be...kidding me!" Her sentence ended with a high pitch squeak, rushing towards the sleigh and hoping over its crimson painted walls on to the hard wooden boards of the vehicle.
Quill continued squealing as she looked at it, it's smooth wooden benches, it's brightly lit control panel of colorful and tempting buttons and levers. And the reins, even though there were no reindeer.
Quill gripped the reins in her hands, the soft, worn out, leather brushing against her palms as she grinned like a maniac.
"Buckle up!" Quill quoted, chuckling as she repeated the words of the oh-so-wise Guardian of Wonder, or Santa Claus as many know him.
"Wait, where the bloody seat-belts?" Quill continued, making her voice more deep as she quoted another character.
"Ha, it was just expression!" Quill gripped the reins tighter, lifting them up as she prepared to whip them.
"Are we ready? Here we go-!"
Then something hard whacked her at the back of the head. She crippled on to the floor and became limp as darkness started to swarm her vision, only seeing bright, icy blue eyes staring straight at her as they spoke,
"Oh, this is bad."
So, you guys like it? If you do, then review, favorite, follow, SHOW US YOUR LOVE!
If there were any mistakes (Grammar, spelling, punctuation etc...etc.) them PM me (QuillOwl) or Blue, which ever one, or mention it in a review.
