"He really did that?" Kristoff asked. He and Eugene were having lunch at the student center.

"Yeah," Eugene sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm able to secretly sell the pics, but it'll be a challenge with Mr. disciplinary committee hounding the campus." He then smiled. "If anyone asks, you've never seen me taking and selling the photos."

"What photos?" Kristoff winked, feigning confusion, and they both shook hands.

"Hey, Fitzherbert!" Someone called in a sing-song voice. They finally noticed Hiccup talking to someone in the hallway. "There's someone who wants to see you."

"Catch ya later, Kris," Eugene said leaving the table. "See ya," Kristoff waved.

When he made it toward the hallway, he almost made an embarrassing squeak at a familiar face.

"R-rapunzel," he stuttered.

"Hi, Eugene," she smiled. "I'm sorry to interrupt you having lunch, but..." She hesitated. "You wouldn't mind doing me a favor, would you?"

"Not at all," he blushed. "Anything."

"Since you're in the photo club," she continued. "There's a photo that I'd like."

"What kind?"

"Unbelievable!" he grumbled, walking into the quad, which, thankfully, was empty so no one would hear him. It was not the kind of favor he hoped for. "I mean, I'd love to take photos for her," he said to himself. "But did it have to be photos of another guy? And of all the guys on campus, it had to be the Once-ler." He said the last two words imitating his voice and attitude. "Give me a break."

Just then, he spotted someone tall and thin leaning on a tree reading a book. Once-ler. Eugene quickly hid behind a bush to not be seen. He quietly pulled the camera out of the satchel. He didn't want to use a camera flash, or he'll be noticed. With stealth, he was able to snap a few. He's not happy about it, but if it was for Rapunzel, then so be it. After snapping the last one, he noticed in the camera that he was staring directly at him.

Shit! He was spotted! He lightly gasped at that. He expected him to scold him arrogantly. Instead, he just stood up and simply smiled warmly at him. "You can come out," he said. "No need to be shy."

Hesitantly, Eugene did as told. He didn't know what to say. Why was Mr. high-and-mighty being so nice?

"Don't stop now," Once-ler persuaded. "Since I'm off duty, keep shooting and take as many pics of me as you wish. Once they're printed, you're free to spread them around the campus."

Now that was music to Eugene's ears. He might continue to sell the pictures scot-free. "You sure?" he asked confidently. "I'd be more than happy to do so."

The beanpole winked. "Please do."

That sealed the deal. He can't deny that every shot of him was (no pun intended) picture-perfect. They baby-blue eyes with fine lashes, the black hair with perfect sheen, the round face with light freckles, the cute button nose, the smooth lips that can make a little pout, the pearly-white teeth, the works.

"Great shots," Eugene complimented. "I gotta admit, if you ever model, you'd kill it." He then waved his hand. "Would you mind scooting back a little? I'd like to take a few full-body shots."

"Hey, you should be the one scooting back," Once-ler ordered. "I'm am allowing you take these pictures."

Really giving me orders? he thought, but he dared not to say it out loud. "True," he answered, hiding his annoyance at the man's condescension, a scooted back a took a few shots.

"By the way," smiled Once-ler. "How much will one of my photos sell for?"

"Well," Eugene replied taking shots every time he stepped back. "Since the ladies are nuts about you, they'll probably pay over $400 for just one. Hell, even 500."

Suddenly, he felt his back bumping into something. He turned and went pale! It wasn't something: it was someone! It was an older woman with brunette pixie-cut hair, blue eyes and a white blouse with gray skirt. It was one of the professors, Roxanne Ritchi, and she does not look pleased.

"500, huh?" she glared.

"Professor Ritchi," Eugene stammered. "I can explain-"

"You know taking pictures is a volunteer activity," she reprimanded. "And here you are trying to make a profit out of the pictures."

Once-ler smugly chuckled. "Caught red-handed, huh?"

"What?!" Eugene shouted, not believing his arrogance. "You asked the question! What was I supposed to do, not answer? And you said you were off duty!"

Roxanne raised her eyebrows at tall man. "Is this true?"

"I don't know what he's talking about," he said with a straight face. "I said no such things."

Eugene was flabbergasted! Was he just lying right now? Why didn't he listened to Arthur and Hiccup? Cornered, he sighed, having to accept he was tricked and defeated, but he'll be exposed, he might as well take it into his own hands rather than the beanpole's.

"Fine," he accepted begrudgingly. "I admit it. And consider this my resignation from the photo club. If that's too light, then you have every right to suspend or expel me." He gave one last defiant look at Once-ler, who had one hand on his hip with a smirk, and walked away.

Once Eugene was gone, Once-ler turned to the professor. "Ma'am?"

"Yes?" she replied calmly.

"Well done."

A few days went by. Eugene was in his apartment on his bed. He was still worn down about the incident with getting caught. What will his punishment be? Then he remembered it was a favor for Rapunzel. She can't be in cahoots with Once-ler, can she?

Rather than pondering on such a thought, he went to his desk and opened the envelope. His mail included said envelope with the pictures of Once-ler. He figured he might as well hand them over to the other club members.

He thought they'd be like any photos as he pulled them out. However, the minute he looked at them, his blood ran cold! He jumped, dropping the photos on the desk! "What the hell?" he whispered fearfully.

The pictures of Once-ler were just how he took them. What was different was his face. It looked like another face that looked exactly like Once-ler protruding from the side of his head! This growth's eyes had no pupil and no iris! The tongue was sticking out! A few strands of hair were sticking out of the skin! One picture had the growth's creepy smile on the back of his head! One screaming in anger above his head under his hat! One with eyes coming out on his neck! Every picture had a grotesque growth on him!

Why were these things growing out of him in the pictures?! Was he even human?! The school had to know about this horrifying discovery. After all, he did say he's free to spread them around the campus. There was an old saying. 'Ask and you shall receive,' was it?