I'm introducing a new thing into my writing: Omake Files. Omake Files are non-canonical extras. These are the bits that almost made it, but didn't., and all the crazy ideas I come up with that I don't actually use. Think of them as deleted scenes, or bloopers.

OMAKE FILES:

PART I:

As ten o'clock drew near, and all were asleep, Hiccup lay in his bed with a flashlight, the notebook, and a pencil. As he was putting the finishing touches on a dog, he heard whimpering coming from Brenna's room. His wheelchair silent on the carpeted floor, he opened her door a crack and peered in. Brenna lay on her bed, quiet and still.

Just as he turned to go, she cried out, her body thrashing on the bed. It was the first time in five years he had felt fear for another human being. He wheeled himself as fast as he could to Mrs. Ingerman's room,, shaking her awake.

Helen Ingerman's POV

I shot up in my bed, groggily rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Whaddaya want?" I asked crossly.

"Please, ma'am, it's Brenna." Hiccup said.

I was out of the room and by Brenna's bedside in a flash.

"NO! Please, STOP! You're hurting me!" she screamed.

I tried shaking her shoulder, but she reacted violently; striking out against me. Freddy entered, paling at the sight.

I shook her again, and this time she woke up. Her eyes opened, fearfully looking at the people around her. She drew her legs up to her chest and sobbed, wrapping her arms around her legs and burying her face.

Hugging her, I tried to calm her down, shooing the boys away. They obliged, and I started whispering reassurances to my daughter. It was all I could do, hug her and pray it would all get better.

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PART II:

The doorbell rang, the sound of the chimes loud throughout the house.

"Hiccup, could you get it?" Mrs. Ingerman said.

Sighing, the boy wheeled slowly to the door. He opened it, revealing a tall, thin woman with dark brown hair that was grayed, not with age, but with stress. Her large, green eyes were wet with tears.

"Hiccup?"

"Mom?!"

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PART III:

"No! Dad, stop!"

"I won't listen to the likes of you, you worthless pig. Get outta my sight."

"Please, Dad. You need to stop drinking-"

SLAP!

Tears streamed down my face as I held my raw cheek in my hands. My body was wracked with sobs, but my father looked on with only disgust.

"Sniveling, weak little runt. Always crying. No wonder your mother abandoned us."

My feet pounded on the carpeted stairs, tears stinging on the angry red marks on my face as I left for my room, for my sanctuary in a house of turbulence and turmoil.

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"-iccup? Hiccup, are you alright?"

I shook my head. "What happened?"

Brenna gave me a funny look. "You went into a semi-comatose state, unresponsive to any stimuli, except touch. When the stimuli of a light shake was given, a hyper-sensitive response resulted, indicating what is known as flashbacks due to trauma. You may be suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, known more commonly as PTSD. Treatment for-"

At that point, the universe broke. The sky itself screamed as the heavens were torn apart. Blood seeped under the doors without a source. And a deafening crack was heard across the entire galaxy as the earth split in half. Flaming hail rained down upon the earth.

And the boy known as Hiccup lay upon his bed.

"What."

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Well, that certainly was interesting. This is just a test, so I may or may not actually do this in future chapters. Let me know what you think!