spyropik: Hey everybody! Here's another chapter. And Alec the Dark Angel gets a chocolate bar in the shape of Spyro that is the size of Spyro for guessing the right person. It is (censored due to revealing in story). Also, the meaning of life is 42. No one got that! Hey, it is DAILY trivia, so another one today. But, after this, it will be called UPDAILY trivia. This chapter is long, so I'll split it into two parts. I'll still post two in the same day...
Chapter 7, Part 1: Chill's Pranks
On the other side of town, far away from Max's house, a small blue dragon tumbled out of a interdimensional portal. A voice shrieked, "You're getting in the way, so we're kicking you off the team!" And then the portal closed.
The young blue dragon hopped up and started flying. It was 11:00 PM, so there were no lights on. Except for one. Max, the inventor he was, had neglected sleep to finish an important project. The little blue dragon flew toward the light, before collapsing with exhaustion on the ground.
Inside, Max put the finishing touches on a new invention. "It shall turn grass into food," he said. Max walked outside, and put a few blades of grass into the shredder. It hummed, and then burped out a cheeseburger. Max tried it.
"Tastes like grass," he thought, and was about to go in, had he not noticed the little blue dragon conked out on his lawn.
"Another one?" Max thought. "Where are they all coming from?" He picked up the little blue dragon and took him inside. He laid the dragon in the basement, with Spyro, Cynder, and Flame. After he left, the little blue dragon immediately woke up. He reached into his pockets and pulled out many trickster materials. This was going to be fun.
~The Next Morning~
Spyro woke up. "Good morning Cyn," he said. Cynder was still asleep, so he attempted to get up. He thought that he was a little heavier today, but he shrugged it off. He walked to the stairs. A soft voice said, "Stop bumping me." Spyro looked around, and saw that Cynder was attached to him with glue! Cynder woke up.
"Good morning Spyro!" Cynder said, before realizing that she was glued to Spyro. "Who did this? I'm going to..."
"Calm down Cynder," Spyro said. "We'll run water through it." As they went to the bathroom, Flame woke up. Or more precisely, down.
"Good morning, Spyro and Cyn..." was all he could say before falling to the ground with a crash. Apparently someone had nailed his bed to the ceiling. "Owww..."
"You too?" Spyro and Cynder shot a questioning look. Who would do this? Max was too busy to pull pranks. Flame had been pranked himself. And Spyro and Cynder were both not happy about it. Once they had been "depranked" and checked their beds for any other mysterious objects, they went off to breakfast.
Max was already sitting at the table, drinking coffee. "Morning, dragons," he said without looking down.
"Max," Cynder said. "Did you let anyone into the house today?"
Max looked at them. "No, although there was a poor injured blue dragon on my lawn. I brought him downstairs." Spyro and Cynder and Flame all looked at each other. No one noticed the little blue dragon peppering their food with powerful chili spray.
"Well, time to eat," Max said, bringing their food over. Spyro started eating, only to find it really spicy.
"Max," he yelped, "what did you put in this food?"
"I didn't do anything to it." Max said. "It's fresh from the can. Red snapper."
"Well, it's really spicy!" Spyro said, blowing out steam from his snout and ears. Indeed, Cynder was also blowing out steam. Flame, being a fire type dragon, did not have much care for spiciness. However, when he looked at Spyro and Cynder, a certain blue dragon slipped some ice into the food. Flame ate, and then shouted, "My food is cold!"
"Okay, calm down." said Max. "Go downstairs, and I'll make you more." The trio went downstairs. Cynder lay in her bed, to find that there were some spikes in it. "Yeow!" Cynder jumped up. "I'm going to kill whoever did this!"
"Calm down, Cyn," Spyro said. "We'll catch him." Flame, noticing a blue dragon peeking around the corner, jumped. The dragon tried to run, but Flame's training in the Dragon Isles paid off. He sat on the dragon, pinning him to the ground. The others, now semi-furious, joined him.
"What's your name?" asked Cynder.
"My name is Chill," said the young blue dragon. "I played those pranks on you."
"So, it was you!" Cynder growled. "I hope you enjoyed it, because those will be your last moments of happiness!"
"CYNDER!" Spyro yelled. "CALM DOWN!"
Cynder managed to calm down. "I'm sorry for yelling at you."
"I'm sorry for playing those pranks. I just want to have fun. If I knew Cynder and Spyro were living here, I wouldn't have done it."
Spyro laid down. "Where did you come from?"
Chill yawned. "It's a long story..."
spyropik: So, Chill is about to tell his story. What will happen next? Read on in part 2!
~spyropik
