SHOUT-OUTS NEXT CHAPTER! I KNOW I SAID I WOULD DO THEM LAST CHAPTER, BUT MY EMAIL IS GLITCHING!

I'm so sorry I didn't update yesterday. I tried to load fanfiction so many times but it just WOULD NOT load. So, I'm here now. There should be one more chapter after this.

Also: I have been informed that this fanfiction is like another one. The Ebe-Sneezer thing and the whole "flying out the window" thing. Well, the Ebe-Sneezer was actually an idea given to me by my little brother, and the flying thing came from a real event. I was in a tree, and I shouted, "WATCH ME FLY!" and I jumped out of it. I would like to thank Tooth1222 (Guest) for pointing it out, but yeah, it is all accidental if it comes across sounding like someone else's fanfiction.

Just for this fic and all future fanfictions I ever write: I DO NOT READ FANFICTION. AND WHEN I DO, I MAKE ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN BEYOND A SHADOW OF A DOUBT THAT I DO NOT COPY ANYTHING. I've just been getting a whole lot of people telling me that I'm copying other people by my recent fanfictions, and I'm just hanging my hands helplessly like "I do not read fanfiction! I don't know what you're talking about!"

So, just so you all know. Sorry for the long A/N. :) HAPPY EARLY CHRISTMAS (like, really early, but hey!). :D Shout-outs next chapter! :D

Hiccup watched the figure until it stopped in front of him. The figure was just slightly taller than Hiccup was, but that didn't make him feel any more reassured. At this point, he was creeped out a great deal. He felt his hands shaking as he took a step backwards, trying to stay as far away from the figure as he could.

"Are you…are you the one Snot—I-I mean, the Ghost of Snoggletog Present spoke to me about?" said Hiccup. "The Ghost of Snoggletog Future, I suppose, since Past and Present have already been done?"

The Ghost of Snoggletog Future appeared to nod. Then, it turned ever so slightly and pointed to the North. Hiccup followed its gaze and saw different people walking down the roads. Three to be precise, chattering as if they were great friends.

"You heard about him, I suppose," said one to another.

The other nodded. "Yes," he said. "Yes, why I have, Joe."

"Such a shame," said one; this time, a woman. "Such, such a shame, except I'd only go to his funeral if there were free food."

Joe laughed. "You see," he said, "I doubt many of us will miss him this time of the year. It's not like he added anything to the holiday. All he did was make it harder for us to celebrate."

"I still will miss him to some extent," said the first man. "Just not for Snoggletog." They walked on, passing Hiccup and the Ghost of Snoggletog Future as if they weren't even there.

"Who do they speak of?" Hiccup asked. "Show me, please."

Instead of answering, the Ghost of Snoggletog Future pointed to the left before heading in that direction. Hiccup turned and began walking behind it, careful to keep distance and, at the same time, careful to stay close.

The Ghost lead Hiccup to where he would have least expected it to; the Berkian cemetery. It wasn't exactly a cemetery, per say; it was more of a place where stones with the person who had died's name engraved on it would be placed as a remembrance.

"Why would you bring me here?" Hiccup asked, but he already had an idea. The Ghost pointed to a certain stone, its hand not shaking or trembling, its figure stiff. The stone had a family gathered around it, each one in dark clothing, the girls with veils over their faces. Hiccup moved over slowly, just as the people began breaking away in different directions. He looked and squinted at the name engraved on the stone;

TINY TIM

"Oh no," Hiccup said, taking a step back. He turned back towards the Ghost of Snoggletog Yet To Come, finding it unmoved from its position, its hand still outstretched towards the stone.

"Tell me it won't end this way," said Hiccup. "Tell me that this is just Snoggletog that Might come, not will come. Tell me, please!"

The Ghost didn't answer. Before Hiccup knew exactly what was happening, something covered his eyes. Before he could shout or scream, he felt himself dragged into unconsciousness.

…

"Do you think he'll be mad at us?"

"No, I don't think so."

Someone giggled. "This was perfe—"

"Shhhh, I think he's waking up!"

Hiccup groaned as he woke up, cracking his eyes open. As soon as he did, he found himself in his house, surrounded by Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Gustav Larson, Astrid, and Valka.

"What?" Hiccup questioned. "What happened?"

"We totally got you!" said Snotlout. "You should have seen your face!"

"Wait…" Hiccup thought about what had happened. "What do you mean?"

"It was a prank, Hiccup!" said Astrid. She laughed. "It worked perfectly!"

Hiccup stood up, looking at the others with confusion. "You did all of that?"

"Everyone was in on it," said Astrid; "The entire village, actually, in case you want to know that, too. They all took part of it."

"You know, it wasn't funny," said Hiccup. "I was terrified, Astrid. I was scared to death!"

"I'm sorry, Hiccup," said Fishlegs. "We were just trying to cheer you up! We thought you would think it was funny! It took forever to set up and everything! Gustav here had to act as both you from the past and Tiny Tim. It was challenging, Hiccup."

"Maybe you shouldn't have wasted your time on it," said Hiccup. "I have to go for a few minutes." He stomped out of the house and slammed the door behind him. Just as he was walking away, he heard the door open again, and Astrid ran behind him.

"Hiccup!" she shouted. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing's the matter!" said Hiccup, not even turning around to acknowledge her. "Yeah, you guys just terrified me."

"It was a joke!" Astrid groaned. "I thought you liked jokes!"

"But that was before…" Hiccup stopped suddenly, his voice trailing off. Astrid stopped about two feet behind him.

"Before…?" Astrid said, asking him indirectly to continue. "…what? Hiccup…?"

"Before Dad," said Hiccup, finally turning around to face Astrid. "Astrid, this is my second Snoggletog without him, and…I just didn't expect it to be so hard. I always thought, when I became Chief, he would be here to help me through it, and all. But…but he's not, Astrid. He's not. And…I don't know. It's a big change for me."

"I understand," said Astrid. "And…I'm sorry about the whole prank thing."

"It's okay," said Hiccup. "It was kind of funny, actually. So you were the Ghost of Snoggletog Past?"

Astrid nodded. "Snotlout was Present, your Mom was Future," she said. "And of course Tuffnut was Marley."

"My Mom was the Ghost of Snoggletog Future?" Hiccup laughed slightly. "I didn't think that kind of role would fit her, but she did pretty good, and not to mention how convincing it was."

"Yeah, she really got you," said Astrid. "We knocked you out after Past, dragged you back to your house, and then got Snotlout ready for Present. After Present, the villagers turned out their candles, and your Mom put the cloak on and went as Future. Then, we knocked you out again and took you back to your house once more, and then…yeah, we were going to tell you it was a prank from the beginning once you woke up after it was all said and done, but…maybe we shouldn't have ever done it in the first place."

"Hey, it was funny," said Hiccup. "And thanks for being good friends. And I'm sorry for being such a wet blanket."

"You're not a wet blanket."

"Yes I am."

"Okay you are."

"I didn't expect you to agree so easily."

As he spoke, the sun rose slowly in the horizon. Hiccup turned and looked at the sunrise and then turned back to Astrid.

"So, I guess I should say Happy Snoggletog," he said.

"Yeah," said Astrid. "And a happy Snoggletog at that."