Author's Note: Here it is everybody. I hope you all had a nice Spring and have a nice Summer as well. Let's start the season off with another full-length feature adaptation, shall we?
Review Responses
Gues, May 22nd, 2024: I liked that flick, but it's most likely going to be a one-shot.
Guest, May 15, 2024: That's a great idea. If I ever post a superhero poll, Sam Raimi's "Spiderman" will definitely be a decision. I'll remember your casting ideas.
wearedeadpool: I couldn't agree more. Killing off Hicks and Newt in "Alien 3" was just cruel and unnecessary. It was when the franchise really began to decline.
Guest, April 6: A full-length adaptation, I don't think so. But a one-shot, very likely.
Guest, Feb 13: Honestly, I didn't like "Temple of Doom" as much as "The Last Crusade". I'm more likely to adapt the latter.
Guest, April 23: The Sam Raimi Spiderman films would make good adaptations for a superhero viewing. Thank you for the suggestion.
Rhafael: Absolutely, but not as a full-length adaptation. It'll be in the one-shot fic. Probably in the next session.
dariuscrawford482: That was a good film, and they'll definitely watch a TMNT adaptation in the one-shot fic. No promises that it'll be the 1990 film, though.
Gaby: I love all those films! You have great taste. Though they're most likely to be seen in the one-shot fic.
JC of the Corn: I couldn't have said it better myself. That entire film was just a dark, depressing mess that damaged the franchise.
Guest, December 23, 2023: You're damn right I won't.
Lancastershipper: Great idea! I'll keep that in mind for a one-shot, thank you.
StoutShako42Refined: "How To Train Your Dragon" is next. As for your one-shot ideas, I've never watched JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, but I'll keep your ideas in mind if I ever write one.
Pharamine: Indeed, my friend. I'm finished with the Alien franchise in this fic. I'm sorry "Shrek" didn't win the poll, but maybe I can write a one-shot for it in the other fic.
Guest, Dec 21: Don't worry. I have no intention of adapting "Alien 3".
LoamyCoffee: I'm glad I could lift your spirits. And, yes, the Xenomorphs cunning is as terrifying as their ferocity. As far as I'm concerned, "Alien 3" does NOT exist in the RWBY adaptation timeline. And, finally, I'm sorry for bringing back any unpleasant memories of Penny's first death in Volume 3. That hit me hard as well.
Dragonninja198: Most likely, I'll adapt "Home Alone" in the one-shot fic.
BlazerWhite: Awesome movie! If I don't write a full-length adaptation, I'll definitely write one for the one-shot fic.
TheFishKing: Lol, so many people keep asking me to adapt "Home Alone". Most likely, I'll write a one-shot for it.
Marc Ello-Re Yes: Nope. No such film will be appearing in this fic, thank you very much.
Xenozip: You're not the only one my friend. They could have handled "Alien 3" much better, but instead, they totally shat the bed.
Keegan25: I never had any intention of adapting "Alien 3", so you've got nothing to worry about. And I love "Black Hawk Down", so it's possible that I'll write a one-shot adaptation.
GojiraFan455516: Me neither. Hearing that "Get away from her you bitch!" line always gets me pumped. Plus, I'm also a Godzilla fan, so you'll likely see an adaptation in the one-shot fic.
2EZ4ME: That's an awesome idea! If I don't write a full-length adaptation, you'll most likely see the Terminator franchise as one-shots. I'll keep your casting choices in mind.
Horrorfan247: "Spaceballs" is more likely to be in the one-shot fic.
Inspiration: How To Train Your Dragon
Disclaimer: The following is a non-profit story for entertainment purposes only. "RWBY" is the property of director and animator Monty Oum (RIP) and production company Rooster Teeth, and "How To Train Your Dragon" is the property of directors Dean DeBlois and Chris Sanders, production company DreamWorks Animation, and distributed by Paramount Pictures.
The audience stretched their legs or relieved themselves in the restrooms before returning to their seats with fresh food and drinks.
Nora rubbed her hands together. "So, what have you got in store for us now, Gold-Sith?" she asked.
"It's a fantasy film. I think you'll all like it," Gold-Sith answered.
"Oooh, that sounds pretty sweet," Ruby said excitedly.
"Mmm-hmmm. And it'll be a good change of pace from the last movie," Oscar concluded.
Open to a dark ocean late at night. The camera skimmed across the water until a single island came into view.
"This is Berk. It's twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death," a familiar voice narrated.
The camera got close enough to reveal a medieval style village built upon a series of sea mounts.
Oscar perked up. "Hey, that's my voice," he identified the narrator.
Vine cupped his chin. "Berk? I've never heard of a town by that name before. I guess it doesn't exist in our own universe."
"Given Oscars description, it sounds like it's located far north. Maybe in Solitas or Northern Anima," Winter assumed.
"And it looks like a medieval setting," Qrow noted before smirking and looking at Ironwood. "I wonder if it's anything like that Holy Grail viewing."
Ironwood sighed heavily. "Please, Qrow. Don't remind me of that universe," he grumbled.
Clover cocked his brow. "Which universe are you two talking about?"
Ruby put a hand over her mouth. "We'll tell you guys some other time," she giggled.
"It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. My village. In a word, sturdy."
A crashing wave engulfed the screen. As it cleared, the camera shifted to a herd of sheep peacefully grazing on a hill.
"It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new," Oscar continued. "We have fishing, hunting and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests."
Suddenly, one of the sheep was swiftly snatched and carried off. A second adjoining sheep casually walked over and began to graze where the first one previously stood.
"Whoa!" a few people yelped.
"What was that? It looked like a giant bird or something," Marrow said in alarm.
"You mean like a nevermore? Maybe Grimm exist in this universe," Maria guessed.
"That would be a start," Jaune noted with a sip of soda.
"You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes," Oscar continued. "We have..."
Sharp cut to the inside one of the village houses, a door was pulled open, revealing a dragon right outside, spitting fire toward the camera. The door was then slammed shut as the fire seeped through the slats of wood, illuminating a skinny, tan skinned boy with brown hair and eyes. He was dressed in a long-sleeve, light-green woolen tunic with brown leather lacing at the neck and arms, a brown fur vest that matched his boots and dark grey-green pants with lacing at the ankles. [1]
"...dragons!" Oscar finished as he struggled to keep the door shut.
Everyone was either dumbstruck or awestruck by the involvement of dragons.
"Dragons?!" half the audience parroted in surprise and disbelief.
Winter shook her head. "But dragons are mythical, aren't they?" she said dubiously.
"Not here apparently," Ironwood said plainly. "And I'd call them much more than just pests."
Back outside, more dragons set the grassy hill ablaze as they swooped down to snatch more of the sheep. Multiple armed men half-hidden in shadow leaped into action to fight off the dragons and save their livestock.
Oscar ran from the now partially burning house, as the armed men were revealed. They were beefy, bearded warriors wearing metal helmets adorned with horns. The women were equally bulky and capable of fighting.
"Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues," Oscar commented.
True to Oscars words, a Viking leaped into action to rescue a captured sheep. A second clasped onto the snout and smacking it with a hammer until it shrugged him off.
"Vikings? So that's what Berks inhabitants are called," Ozpin deducted.
"And apparently they fight dragons for a living," Clover added, sounding impressed.
"Like Hunters and Huntresses fight Grimm," Oscar said correctly.
"That. Is. Awesome!" Nora chortled with delight.
As Oscar ran through the chaos, he continued his narration.
"My name is Oscar. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that."
Suddenly a Viking came falling on top of Oscar after being blasted through the air.
"Mornin'!" the Viking said before returning to battle.
"Morning? But it's nighttime," Penny said in confusion.
"I believe that's the joke, Penny," Winter smirked.
Oscar continued on up a wooden ramp while more Vikings ran past him, shouting at him as he went.
"What are you doing here?!" one asked.
"Get back inside!" a second commanded.
"What are you doing out?!"
"Why are they talking to him like that?" Nora frowned disapprovingly.
"Well, he's just a kid. He shouldn't be out during a dragon attack," Ren reasoned before munching on a handful of popcorn.
Ruby giggled. "Listen to their accents. They sound funny."
Oscar reached a street and narrowly avoided a strafing dragon's fire as he was yanked backward and held up by a very large and muscular Viking. In fact, he was easily the tallest and beefiest of them. He had light freckles and long braided black hair and a very thick braided beard. He wore a thick fur cloak draped over his shoulders, a dark green tunic, metal pauldrons, a chainmail skirt with striped pantaloons, fur boots, and spiked braces around his wrists. On his head he wore a large horned helmet.
"Oscar! What is he doing out aga-? What are you doing out?!" the Viking demanded as the flames illuminated the pair.
Ozpin almost immediately recognized the Viking. Everyone else familiar with Ozma gazed at his counterpart in wonder.
"Who is that?" Marrow asked obliviously as he pointed at the screen.
"That…is my first incarnation…Ozma," Ozpin revealed, eliciting a few gasps of surprise.
"I wasn't expecting to see him again," Ironwood said plainly.
"Well, anyway, thanks for the save," Oscar said gratefully.
"Get inside!" Ozma commanded as he set Oscar down, the latter running off.
Ozma gazed up at the night sky, searching for dragons.
"That's Ozma the Vast, chief of the tribe," Oscar continued his narration.
Ozma reached over and grabbed an empty wagon, which he effortlessly threw and hit a dragon dead-on.
"When he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off its shoulders. Do I believe it? Yes, I do."
"Nice throw," Harriet said as she clapped for Ozma.
"He killed a dragon as a baby? It doesn't sound possible to me," Vine said skeptically.
"He's the chieftain of a group of warriors that kills dragons. It wouldn't surprise me," Clover reasoned with a shrug.
"Plus, he just chucked a wagon like a toy," Ren added.
An explosion forced the other Vikings to dive for cover. But Ozma didn't even flinch as he casually flicked a bit of flaming debris off his shoulder.
"What have we got?" Ozma asked a nearby Viking.
"Gronckles. Nadders. Zipplebacks. Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare," the Viking reported, listing off the most common dragon species.
"Any Night Furies?" Ozma asked warily.
"None so far."
"Good," Ozma said with relief.
"Night Furies? That sounds scary and cool at the same time," Yang commented.
"Judging from what Ozma said, they're probably amongst the strongest dragons," Ironwood presumed.
"I wonder what's worse, dragons or the Grimm?" Oscar said uneasily.
"Hmmm. That's a tough question," Maria scratched her chin. "But for now, my moneys on Grimm."
"Hoist the torches!" a Viking called out.
On cue, giant flaming braziers were elevated into the air on thick poles, illuminating the night sky and revealing all types of dragons flying around.
Back down below, Oscar ran across a plaza and took shelter in an open building with a tall chimney and a counter up front. He ran behind the counter and passed a heavyset Viking with squinted eyes, grey hair, a long, braided mustache and a unibrow. He wore a tunic made of tan fur and cloth and a helmet with yak horns. He also had a prosthetic left arm and right leg. Using tongs and a hammer appendage on his right arm, he was fixing a red-hot blade on an anvil.
"Nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off!" Peter the Belch said.
"There's Peter," Ozpin quickly identified his old friend. "It would appear that he's a blacksmith as well as a Viking."
"And he's missing an arm and a leg," Ruby sadly noticed.
"Perhaps he lost them to a dragon attack," Penny guessed. [2]
"That's not stopping him from working," Maria finished admirably.
Oscar put on an apron. "Who, me? No, come on, I'm way too muscular for their taste," he said as he struggled to put away a heavy warhammer.
"They wouldn't know what to do with all this," Oscar said, flexing his skinny arm.
"They need toothpicks, don't they?" Port joked.
A few people tried to stifle their laughter at Port's joke while Oscar groaned and slumped in his seat.
"Sorry, Oscar," Nora apologized as she patted Oscar on the back.
Ignoring him, Oscar got to work, collecting damaged weapons from converging Vikings to be repaired at the forge.
"The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Peter," Oscar narrated. "I've been his apprentice since I was little. Well, littler."
"That's good. If you don't fight dragons, you can always help by building weapons," Blake tried to cheer Oscar up.
"Yeah, I guess," Oscar murmured a hint of disappointment.
"That reminds me of my counterpart in the pirate movie," Ruby recalled.
Back outside, Ozma was commanding the defense of Berk. "We move to the lower defenses. We'll counterattack with the catapults. Hurry!" he ordered his troops.
More armed Vikings ran past Ozma, accompanied by others carrying sheep to safety. Ozma brought up the rear as a dragon set a rooftop aflame right behind them aflame.
"See? Old village, lots and lots of new houses," Oscar explained.
"Fire!" a Viking called out at the burning building.
"Let's go!" a female voice called out.
In response, a fire brigade made up of four teens rushed across the plaza, pushing a large wooden cask on wheels, passing Oscar's counter. From the cask, the group filled up buckets of water to put out the fire on the roof.
The four youngsters were similarly dressed to the adults: fur tunics and vests, horned helmets, bracers. The group consisted of a slender blonde boy, at tall, stocky, orange haired boy, a slender boy with long braided black hair, and a girl with long braided orange hair. They both argued and fought over the bucket briefly.
"That's Jaune, Cardin, the siblings: Ren and Nora..."
"There's you, Jaune," Ruby identified with a smile.
"And Cardin," Jaune said impassively.
"Hold on…Ren and I are siblings here?" Nora tilted her head in puzzlement.
"Well…that's very surprising," Ren muttered, not expecting such a thing.
All in slow-motion, a fireball from above caused an explosion erupted behind the fifth and final firefighter, fully illuminating her. It was a girl with short black hair. She wore a metal kransen on her head, a sleeveless, steely blue nalbinded shirt and tan bracers on her arms, bicep wrappings, a brownish red leather skirt with metal spikes, a dark brown skirt underneath the spiked one, and blue leggings. Finishing the outfit was a belt decorated with silver skulls and metal shoulder guards which were attached to two silver skulls.
"I'm a Viking? Awesome!" Ruby gushed at her counterpart.
"And we all work together to put out fires? That's double awesome!" Nora shouted with her fists raised, although she wished they could fight dragons instead.
"I like your new outfit, sis. It makes you look really tough," Yang complimented.
"...and...Ruby," Oscar finished dreamily as the music sweetened.
Oscar gazed at Ruby with wide goo-goo eyes. Clearly a boy in love.
"Oooooh. It looks like somebody has a crush," Elm teased, her eyebrows waggling.
Oscar and Ruby gasped and exchanged glances before blushing and looking away, the former clearing his throat. Yang and a few others chuckled.
The other four firefighters joined Ruby, looking brave and badass while Oscar looked on in awe.
"Their job is so much cooler," Oscar said with envy and admiration.
"I'm with Oscar on that one," Nora agreed.
"But their job is also way more dangerous," Blake countered as she opened a can of anchovies to eat.
"That's what makes is more awesome," Yang said enthusiastically.
As the fire brigade passed, Oscar tried to climb out over the counter, but Peter hooked him and pulled him back inside.
"Oh, come on. Let me out, please," Oscar pleaded. "I need to make my mark."
"Whoa, there, Oscar," Clover held up a hand.
"That kind of hastiness could get you killed," Ozpin cautioned his host.
"They're right. Being a blacksmith may be boring, but it's a hell of a lot safer," Qrow stated.
Peter set Oscar down. "Oh, you've made plenty of marks, all in the wrong places," he poked Oscar with his hook.
"Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon," Oscar implored. "My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date."
Port began to count on his fingers. "You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe. You can't even throw one of these!" he finished his reasoning as he grabbed a bola.
Just then, a passing Viking snatched the bola from Peters hand and threw it at a dive-bombing Gronkle. The bola bound the creature's legs, sending it crashing to the ground.
"He has a point. You were struggling with that hammer," Harriet said bluntly.
Not giving up, Oscar ran to the back corner of the shop.
"OK, fine, but this will throw it for me," Oscar conceded as he pulled a tarp off a strange, wheelbarrow-like contraption.
Oscar then opened a hinged lid on the device. An arm sprang up, equipped with twin bows. They prematurely launched a bola. Peter barely dodged the projectile as it hit a Viking behind him, knocking his unconscious.
"Ooh!" a few people winced.
"Accident aside, that's a pretty nifty-looking device he's built for the time period," Weiss commented.
"I agree. In theory, it could work in battle against dragons," Penny smiled with hope for Oscar.
"See? Now this right here is what I'm talking about!" Port said as he approached Oscar.
"N-no. It's a mild calibration issue," Oscar stammered.
"Oscar! If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all…this.
"But you just pointed to all of me," Oscar reasoned.
"Yes, that's it! Stop being all of you," Port confirmed.
"Oooooh," Oscar said, trying to sound threatening.
"Oh, yes," Port nodded, mimicking Oscar.
Oscar held up a finger. "You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much raw Vikingness contained?" There will be consequences!" he warned impotently.
"I'll take my chances," Port snarked as he handed Oscar a sword. "Sword. Sharpen. Now."
Oscar took the sword and began to sharpen it on a grinding wheel, sulking.
"One day, I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here," Oscar continued his narration as he gazed outside.
As the battle raged on, Oscar's voiceover identified them one by one. The first dragons were Deadly Nadders, beautifully colored and but deadly bipedal, dragons with winged forelimbs. Their bodies were brightly colored, their heads crowned with spikes and poisonous spines sprouted from their tails. A group of them were tearing into a rooftop, trying to get to the sheep housed inside.
"A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed," Oscar said.
"Hmmm, it seems the dragons are raiding Berk primarily for food, such as livestock," Ozpin noticed.
"That makes sense. The sheep are much easier prey than the Vikings," Penny said astutely.
The second dragon species were rotund, and hippo sized with stubby legs, thick hides, tiny wings, and clubbed tails. They were ripping up racks of fish out of the ground and flying off with them.
"Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend.
"It's amazing that they can fly with those tiny wings," Vine remarked.
Next, a sneaky, snake-like dragon head peeked over a rooftop and breathed green gas into a chimney. A second head poked through the door and ignited the gas. The two heads fly through the resulting explosion that destroyed the house, their necks snapping together to reveal they shared the same body.
"A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the status."
"Look at that. There's a two-headed species," Maria said simply.
"Well, two heads are better than one," Blake quoted the old saying.
The camera panned over to Ozma ascending to a catapult tower as the Zippleback flew away. A herd of sheep could be seen on a hill in the background.
"They found the sheep!" a Viking reported to Ozma.
"Concentrate fire over the lower bank!" Ozma ordered.
Heeding his command, the Vikings rotated the massive catapult. "Hurry up! Fire!"
The siege engine let loose and lobbed a huge stone at a Deadly Nadder, taking it down before it could attack the sheep.
"It looks like those dragons have a taste for sheep," Clover pointed out.
"I wouldn't have imagined them to be vegetarians," Qrow snarked.
From atop the catapult tower, Ozma's face was suddenly illuminated by fire down below. He looked down and saw a large red scaled dragon with a batlike build, frilled tail, serpentine head adorned with curved horns, and it was wreathed in flame.
"And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire," Oscar went on.
The Monstrous Nightmare, completely unfazed by its self-immolation, leered at Ozma as it clambered toward him.
"It can set itself on fire without hurting itself?" Maria said in surprise.
"That sounds cool and scary at the same time," Yang remarked.
"That looks a lot like those dragons from my old storybooks," Ruby said, having read her share of fantasy books.
"I just hope there are no dragons like the huge one we saw at Beacon," Jaune recalled from the fall of Beacon. [3]
"Reload! I'll take care of this," Ozma growled as he drew a warhammer and began smacking the Nightmare across the snout with it.
But then, suddenly, the Monstrous Nightmare stopped fighting and flew off. Alarmed, Ozma looked skyward as a high screeching sound streaked overhead. The catapult crew ducked instinctively.
Everybody looked upward as well at the sound in alarm and puzzlement.
Blake's ears twitched. "Hmm? What's that?"
"Whatever it is, it doesn't sound good," Penny said with worry.
From the blacksmiths shop, Oscar looked up from his work, having heard the sound as well.
"But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one's ever seen. We call it the..."
"Night Fury!" a Viking cried in alarm.
"Get down!" another warned.
The Vikings all ducked as the screeching sound escalated.
Suddenly, the catapult exploded as though hit by a cannonball sending Ozma and the crew leaping down. The black silhouette of a dragon zipped by the screen, visible only for a split second.
Many people gaped or recoiled at the Night Fury's speed and destructive attack.
"Holy crap!" Marrow exclaimed.
"Did you see how fast that thing was? It flew by faster than a Bullhead!" Elm said in awe.
"Jump!" Ozma shouted as the catapult fell apart in a heap of fiery wreckage.
"This thing never steals food, never shows itself and...never misses," Oscar continued with dread.
A second explosion rocked the catapult tower, damaging it even further it while Ozma and the crew narrowly avoided death.
"Look at that. Its flame attacks are like missiles," Ironwood remarked on the Night Fury's attack.
"No wonder the Vikings are so wary of it," Winter added.
"At least the crew and I got off the tower in time," Ozma said gratefully.
Gazing out from the stall, Oscar looked determined. "No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first," he declared internally.
Nearby, Port was trading out a hammer for an axe attachment on his prosthetic arm.
"Man the fort, Oscar. They need me out there," Port ordered as he hobbled off.
Port paused in the doorway and turned to face Oscar. "Stay. Put. There," he emphasized awkwardly. "You know what I mean."
With a war cry, Port raised his axe and ran off to join the battle.
"I have a feeling Oscar isn't going to listen," Vine said expectantly.
But, of course, Oscar didn't listen. He dashed out of the blacksmiths shop pushing his wheeled contraption past a group of Vikings who shouted after him.
"Oscar! Where are you going?!"
"Get back here!"
"Yeah, I know! Be right back!" Oscar yelled back, weaving through the chaos as quick as he could.
Weiss frowned. "Oscar, I know you want to prove yourself, but I don't think that's such a good idea," she said skeptically.
"They need your help fixing and distributing weapons. This is very reckless and irresponsible," Winter shared her sisters opinion.
"I know…but that's not the real me," Oscar said awkwardly, although inwardly he did hope his counterpart succeeded in his goal.
Elsewhere, a trio of Nadders had corned some sheep, preparing to carry them off.
Suddenly, Ozma appeared with a large net. "Let's get 'em!" he shouted.
Ozma hurled the nets over the surprised Nadders, catching them. Ozma and his men then rushed. A Nadder tore a hole through the net and spat out a jet of flame.
Ozma leaped onto it, forcing its jaws shut with his thick arms. "Mind yourselves! The devils still have some juice in them!" he warned.
A few people whooped and cheered Ozma on.
"Very impressive he can manhandle dragons," Maria commented with a sip of tea.
"If I lived in Berk, I'd be thanking my lucky stars to have Ozma on my side," Clover further praised.
On a hill above the village, Oscar reached a cliff overlooking the heavily damaged catapult tower and dropped the wheelbarrow. He pulled a few levers, unfolding and then cocking the bowed arms of his weapon. He dropped a bola onto a chamber, drew back the bowstrings, and then pivoted the weapon on a gimbal head toward the night sky and listened, his eye gazing through the crude metal sight, hand hovering over the trigger.
"Come on. Give me something to shoot at. Give me something to shoot at," Oscar whispered eagerly.
"Wait. Your not really trying to bring down a Night Fury all alone, are you?" Blake questioned in bewilderment.
"Yeah…it would appear so," Oscar said nervously.
"That's crazy. That thing is lightning fast," Winter criticized Oscar's recklessness.
"And it's so dark, you can't see it," Ren added.
"Your device hasn't even been properly tested yet," Penny finished.
Suddenly, Oscar heard the Night Fury's distinctive roar approaching, and he aimed at the defense tower, squinting his eyes in anticipation. The dragon dive bombed, completely invisible against the night sky as it prepared to hit the tower one last time.
With one more explosion, the tower fell apart. The dragons fire blast illuminated the creature for a split second. Closing his eyes, Oscar pulled the trigger.
The weapons taught arms snapped forward, springing the weapon off the ground, the recoil sending Oscar flying backward. The bola vanished into the sky, then a sharp whack and pained screeching sound was heard.
Oscar got to his feet and saw the Night Fury's silhouette disappear into the forest.
"I hit it?" Oscar said in surprise, the raised his arms in elation. "Yes, I hit it!"
Everyone was amazed that Oscar pulled off taking down a dragon. There were even a few gasps and exclamations.
"Well, look at that. He did it," Qrow said in surprise.
"Great job, Oscar," Ruby clapped the boy on the shoulder.
"Maybe that was a lucky shot. But even so, nicely done," Harriet nodded.
"Did anybody see that?" Oscar questioned.
Suddenly, a Monstrous Nightmare climbed from the edge of the cliff directly behind Oscar.
Oscar turned around. "Except for you..." he mumbled.
"Run away, Oscar!" Ruby cried.
"Don't just stand there!" Weiss added loudly.
"Get out of there, sonny!" Maria finished.
Ozma perked up upon hearing a familiar scream. He saw Oscar running from the pursuing Nightmare right behind him.
Ozma abandoned the Nadder fight. "Do not let them escape!" he shouted before running off.
"Right!" one of the Vikings complied.
"Hurry, Ozma," Ruby whispered, hoping it wasn't too late.
Oscar ran for his life with the Monstrous Nightmare hot on his heels, narrowly dodging its snapping bites and fiery breath. Oscar ducked behind a brazier post. The Nightmare blasted it, spraying fire around him. Oscar peered around the smoldering post. He didn't see the nightmare.
It had circled around to the other side, its jaws opened as it prepared to devour the oblivious boy.
Nearly everyone gasped sharply in fear.
"Oh no…" Oscar whimpered as he squeezed his eyes shut.
"Oscar! Watch out!" Nora screamed.
Suddenly, Ozma jump kicked the Nightmare away. They both tumbled and got to their feet to resume their earlier fight. The Nightmare tried to incinerate Ozma, but only a little stream of fire spewed from its mouth.
"You're all out," Ozma said smugly.
With that, Ozma charged forward and delivered a series punches and kicks to the Nightmares face, driving it backwards.
Defeated, the Nightmare took flight and fled.
Loud cheers and applause filled the theater at Ozma's victory.
"That was so amazing!" Marrow cheered between clapping.
"He fought off a dragon with kicks and punches!" Yang praised, imagining herself in Ozma's boots doing the same thing.
"Oh, and there's one more thing you need to know," Oscar said internally, sounding apprehensive.
The scorched brazier pole snapped and fell over, sending the massive iron basket rolling away.
"Sorry, Dad..."
The revelation words took everyone by surprise, especially Ozpin and Oscar.
"Ozma is my father here?!" Oscar recoiled.
"Well…there is some family resemblance," Ozpin said observantly.
"Besides the freckles?" Harriet asked dryly.
"Well, there's the matching hair color…but that's about it," Maria said, conceding Harriet had a point.
"I never would have guessed otherwise," Ironwood said.
The brazier fell down a nearby hill, scattering the Vikings who were holding down the Deadly Nadders within their net. The now freed dragons flew off with multiple sheep in their talons. With the attack over and the largely victorious dragons HAD escaped with plenty of food.
"Oh no. Those poor sheep," Ruby muttered.
"Whoops…" Oscar scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
"It looks like Weiss was right. Going out to test that new device was a mistake," Penny said sadly.
A murmuring crowd had assembled around Oscar and Ozma, awaiting the latter's reaction.
"OK, but I hit a Night Fury," Oscar claimed weakly.
Embarrassed and angry, Ozma grabbed Oscar by the back scruff of his collar and dragged him away.
"It's not like the last few times, Dad! I really, actually hit it!" Oscar babbled.
Jaune blinked. "The last few times? You mean this isn't the first something like this happened?" he asked.
"I hope I didn't cause too much trouble," Oscar said sheepishly.
"You guys were busy. I had a very clear shot. It went down off Raven Point. Let's get a search party...
Finally, Ozma released Oscar. "Stop!" he shouted, silencing the boy and the crowd. "Just stop. Every time you step outside, disaster follows."
"Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter is almost here and I have an entire village to feed!" Ozma reminded his son.
"Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding," Oscar glanced behind his shoulder.
A hefty Viking in the background stirred, clearly affected by Oscar's words.
"Well, that's uncalled for," Ozpin scolded his host.
"Don't be a fat shamer, Oscar," Ruby added.
"This isn't a joke, Oscar!" Ozma said before signing with exasperation. "Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"
"I can't stop myself. I see a dragon and I have to just kill it!" Oscar said, gesticulating. "It's who I am, Dad."
"You're many things, Oscar. But a dragon killer is not one of them," Ozma said with brutal honesty.
The comment stung Oscar, who hung his head in shame.
"Awww, poor kid," Elm cooed with sympathy.
"I know he messed up and all, but does he have to be so harsh," Qrow scowled at the screen.
Harriet shrugged. "It's the only way he'll learn," she said bluntly.
"Get back to the house," Ozma told Oscar.
Port approached Oscar from behind and gave him a little smack upside the head for his screw-up.
"Make sure he gets there. I have his mess to clean up," Ozma instructed Port before walking off.
With his head hung low, Oscar was lead through a walk of shame by Port, passing the laughing fire brigade as they went.
"Quite the performance," Nora mocked.
"I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped," Cardin chuckled.
"Thank you, thank you. I was trying," Oscar snarked back.
Ruby just glared sharply Oscar at as he walked past.
"Ow!" Cardin yelped as Port grabbed him by the head and roughly shoved him aside.
But Cardin just got back up, still chuckling.
"Don't be nasty to him, other me," Nora chided her counterpart.
"Yeah. He was just trying to help," Ruby added with her arms crossed.
"Who is Cardin to talk anyway? I didn't see him bring down any dragons?" Jaune said angrily.
Oscar and Peter climbed up toward a large house built on a hill overlooking the rest of the village. The morning suns glow could be seen on the horizon.
"I really did hit one," Oscar insisted.
"Sure, Oscar," Peter said sarcastically.
"But seriously. We saw the Night Fury go down," Blake reminded.
"Blake is right. If they search the area, and find it, Oscar can finally make his bones," Elm agreed.
"He never listens," Oscar protested as he and peter reached the doorway.
"Well, it runs in the family," Port noted Oscar's inherited stubbornness.
"When he does, it's with this disappointed scowl, like someone skimped on meat in his sandwich," Oscar lamented.
"Excuse me, barmaid. You brought me the wrong offspring. I ordered an extra-large boy with beefy arms, extra guts, and glory on the side. This here, this is a talking fishbone," Oscar did an imitation of Oscar, thick accent and all.
Laughter and chuckling filled the theater at Oscars mimicry of Ozma.
"That's actually a very good impression," Jaune commented.
"You were right, Ruby. The accents of some of those Vikings are pretty funny," Yang agreed with her sister.
"Nah. You're thinking about this wrong," Peter tried to console Oscar. "It's not so much what you look like, it's what's inside that he can't stand."
Oscar stared at Peter. "Thank you for summing that up," he said sarcastically.
A few people glared at Peter's counterpart or gave Oscar sympathetic looks.
"That is so much worse," Oscar shook his head irritably.
"You could have been a little more tactful, Peter," Ozpin scolded.
"Look, the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not," Peter reasoned.
"I just want to be one of you guys," Oscar said as he headed inside, shutting the door behind him.
Peter sighed sympathetically, his gaze lowering.
"I totally sympathize with Oscar here," Jaune said with a downcast look. "My parents pretty much told me the same thing before I went to Beacon."
"You've come a long way, since then Jaune. You've proven yourself warrior material," Ren comforted his leader.
"Yeah, fearless leader! You're a true badass!" Nora whooped as she hugged Jaune.
"Group hug!" Ruby chirped as she joined in.
Jaune smiled warmly as he returned the hug. "Thanks guys," he said gratefully.
The next day, a meeting was held in a massive longhouse. A circular table was built around a big fireplace. Dozens of Vikings, including Ozma and Peter, were in attendance. Hanging from the ceiling was a giant bronze statue of a dragon being impaled by a sword.
"Either we finish them, or they'll finish us! It's the only way we'll be rid of them," Ozma as he drew a dagger. "If we find the nest and destroy it, the dragons will leave. They'll find another home!"
To emphasize his point, Ozma dug his dagger into a large map covering the entire table, the blade piercing the center of an uncharted corner with dragons drawn on it.
"So, they believe there's a dragon nest," Clover parroted.
"And they're going to slaughter them all? Even baby dragons?" Ruby asked in a small voice.
"Potentially, yes. But as Ozma said, it's either the dragons or them. This is basically a war their fighting," Ironwood defended Ozma's plan.
"One more search before the ice sets in," Ozma finished decidedly.
"Those ships never come back," a Viking protested.
"We're Vikings. It's an occupational hazard," Ozma said matter-of-factly. "Now who's with me?!"
The Vikings let out feeble murmurs and excuses at Ozma's suggestion.
"Count me out."
"Today's no good for me."
"I have to do my axe returns."
"All right. Those who stay will look after Oscar," Ozma persuaded.
And, just like that, raised hands and volunteering shouts filled the room.
"To the ships!"
"I'm with you!"
Ozma nodded. "Aye. That's more like it," he said flatly.
"Really?" Oscar scoffed, offended.
"Oh, come on. He can't be causing that much trouble…can he?" Ren questioned tentatively.
The Vikings all left the longhouse, leaving Ozma and Peter alone, the latter drinking some ale from a tankard attachment on his arm.
"All right. I'll pack my undies," Peter said as he stood up.
"No, I need you to stay and train some new recruits," Ozma refuted as he approached his friend.
"Oh, Perfect," Peter snarked, sitting back down. "And, while I'm busy, Oscar can cover the stall."
"Does he mean actual training, or is Professor Port simply going to tell wild stories about killing dragons?" Weiss questioned, remembering Port's lectures at Beacon.
"Let's hope it's real training. I don't think I can listen to anymore of his tales," Yang sighed.
"Well, if he really is training us, I can't wait to see us all kick dragon butt together!" Nora hollered excitedly.
Ozma sat down as Peter rambled on.
"Molten steel, razor-sharp blades, lots of time to himself. What could possibly go wrong?"
"What am I going to do with him, Peter?" Ozma groaned.
"Put him in training with the others," Peter answered simply.
"No, I'm serious."
"So am I."
"I see Ozma one of those helicopter parents," Jaune remarked, knowing only too well how it felt.
"He's only trying to keep his son safe," Elm defended.
"I don't want to be mean, but Oscar is hardly Viking material," Harriet said, attracting a few disapproving glares.
"You don't know that," Maria retorted sharply. "They'll never know if they won't train him. Let him exercise, put some meat on those bones."
Ozma glared at Peter. "He'd be killed before the first dragon is out of its cage," he argued.
"Oh, you don't know that," Peter waved dismissively.
"I do, actually," Ozma retorted.
"No, you don't."
"No, I do."
"No, you don't."
The audience looked from side to side as if they were watching a tennis match.
"This reminds me of arguments between Taiyang and me concerning you two," Qrow reminisced as he glanced at Ruby and Yang.
Yang nodded. "Dad always was a bit on the overprotective side," she confirmed.
"Huh. You know, looking at it, Peter is like an uncle to Oscar in this universe," Ozpin said.
"Listen! You know what he's like," Ozma got up from his seat. "From the time he could crawl, he's been... different," he lamented as he paced behind Peter. "He doesn't listen. He has the attention span of a sparrow. I take him fishing and he goes hunting for…for trolls!" Ozma finished in exasperation.
"Trolls exist! They steal your socks!" Peter said defensively. "But only the left ones. What's with that?"
A few people chuckled at Peter's counterpart.
"What?" Vine said in surprise. "Trolls exist here too?"
"No. I think it's just a jab at him having only one leg," Clover explained.
"When I was a boy..." Ozma began to tell a story.
"Here we go," Peter rolled his eyes.
"...my father told me to bang my head against a rock and I did it. I thought it was crazy, but I didn't question him."
As Ozma went on, Peter's fake stone tooth accidentally dislodged and fell into his tankard. He retrieved it quickly.
"And you know what happened?" Ozma asked.
"You got a headache?" Peter quipped as he reattached his tooth and hammered it back into place with his tankard.
Ozma walked across a banner. "That rock split in two. It taught me what a Viking could do, Peter. He could crush mountains, level forests, tame seas!" he dramatically.
"Wow. Can Vikings really do all of that?" Nora questioned, impressed.
"I think it's just him being dramatic," Ren said doubtfully. "But still, splitting a rock in half with your head?"
"Yeah. You really need to be thick headed to pull that off," Yang grinned while everybody groaned in response.
Ozma sat back down. "Even as a boy, I knew what I was, what I had to become. Oscar is not that boy," he lamented.
"You can't stop him, Ozma. You can only prepare him," Peter gave his wisdom.
"Those are wise words. A parent can't protect their child from everything, only get them ready," Ozpin gave his wisdom.
"Yep. Sooner or later, every kid's gotta face the trials of life," Qrow said sternly.
"I know it seems hopeless, but you won't always be around to protect him," Peter went on. "He's going to get out there again. He's probably out there now."
Ozma lowered his gaze in deep though, wondering if Peter was correct.
Elsewhere, Oscar was indeed off in the woods near Raven Point examining a drawn map of Berk that was covered in X's. Oscar looked up from it and peeked over a gorge expectantly, but he couldn't find his quarry. Frustrated, he added another 'X' to the page, then scratched his pencil over the entire map. He shut the book closed and put it in his pocket.
"Oh, the Brothers hate me," Oscar grumbled.
"Oh, that sucks. Going through all that trouble to bring down a dragon only to lose it," Marrow said sympathetically.
Oscar walked along, ranting. "Some people lose their Knife or their mug. Not me I manage to lose an entire dragon!"
Oscar angrily smacked a low-hanging branch, only for it to snap back and hit him in the face. He then looked up to see a broken tree trunk. His eyes followed it to a long trench of up-turned soil.
"Hey, look at that. I really did bring it down," Oscar said proudly.
"Now we're getting somewhere," Nora beamed.
"I wonder what the Night Fury looks like?" Jaune said curiously.
"We'll find out soon, but I'll bet it's the scariest looking dragon of all," Marrow predicted.
Oscar slid down into the trench and followed it slowly as the music turned suspenseful.
Oscar reached the other end of the trench, peaked over, then gasped in shock at what he saw, ducking back down.
Regaining his nerves, Oscar peaked over again, his face brightening.
Laying there was a Night Fury. It was a medium sized dragon, measuring about twenty-five feet long and bearing a forty-five-foot wingspan. It had a slender, agile build with sleek black scales, bat-like wings, two pairs of tail fins and four ear-like nubs on its head.
The Night Fury was tangled up in a bola, seemingly dead.
"And Oscar brought it down with one shot. Good job!" Nora congratulated.
Oscar laughed softly, feeling prouder of his counterpart's accomplishment.
"Now that's a gnarly looking dragon," Yang commented.
"It looks like a cross between a dragon and a panther," Ren gave an accurate description.
Oscar nervously drew a dagger, nearly dropping it in his excitement.
"Oh, wow. I did it," Oscar said as he carefully approached. "I did it. This fixes everything! Yes!"
Oscar triumphantly planted his foot on the dragon. "I have brought down this mighty beast!" he declared proudly.
Suddenly, the dragon stirred with a grunt. A startled Oscar jumped back from the still living, breathing Night Fury.
"Whoa!" nearly everyone jumped in their seats.
"It's still alive? That's one tough dragon," Harriet said.
"So, Oscar has to finish the job," Clover said morbidly.
Rattled, Oscar snuck along the length of the weakened dragon, dagger at the ready. He reached the head and discovered the Night Fury staring angrily at him with its emerald green eyes. Oscar struggled to divert his gaze, but he was drawn back the dragon's unflinching gaze.
Oscar then puffed himself up with cheap bravado. "I'm going to kill you, dragon. Then I'll cut out your heart and take it to my father. I am a Viking. I am a Viking!"
"You know, I was wrong. That Night Fury doesn't look as frightening as the other dragons," Marrow took back what he said.
"Yeah. He's actually kinda cute," Weiss giggled.
"Ugh. But does he have to cut out its heart to become a true Viking?" Ruby asked in shock and disgust.
With one final puff, Oscar raised his dagger to finish off the Night Fury, his eyes closed.
Just before Oscar could bring his dagger down, the dragons heavy breathing forced him to open his eyes. The dragon kept its stare. Then, after a few tense seconds, the Night Fury closed its eye and lowered its head, accepting its death with a sad grunt.
Oscar shut his eyes again, his dagger held aloft as he struggled with his conscience…then he finally lowered it with an exasperated sigh.
"Ohhh," Ruby, Weiss, and Nora all cooed with sympathy for the Night Fury.
"It's a battle of conscience," Maria commented softly.
"After I went through all that trouble taking it down, I can't bring myself to finish the job," Oscar lamented.
Oscar stared at the chafes on the dragons hide from the bola in shame.
"I did this," Oscar muttered, remorseful.
He turned to leave. Then he paused, and glanced back at the dragon, it's chest heaving.
Grumbling, Oscar glanced over his shoulder to make sure nobody was watching, then he ran back to cut the ropes.
Everyone suddenly looked worried for Oscar's safety, especially Oscar himself.
"What are you doing, other me?!" Oscar shouted.
"Don't cut him loose! He'll kill you for sure!" Harriet warned.
"Just leave him, kid!" Qrow yelled.
The Night Fury's eyes shot open, and he watched Oscar like a hawk as he hastily cut through the bola ropes.
The instant the last rope fell free, the Night Fury instantly sprang upon Oscar and pinned him to the ground with its foot. All in the blink of an eye.
Gasps and murmurs of concern filled the theater.
"Perhaps setting him free wasn't the best idea," Vine said through clenched teeth.
RWBY and ORNJ all crossed their fingers and prayed that Oscar would survive by some miracle.
The dragon seemed prepared to kill Oscar, who panted heavily with fear. He looked up into the Night Fury's angry stare. There was a tense exchange as they locked eyes.
The dragon took a deep breath, as though it was about to incinerate the helpless boy…then let out an ear-piercing scream instead. The dragon then turned, spread its wings, and took flight. It bumped against a nearby mountain side, rebounded, and disappeared into the forest.
Oscar sat up, clutching his chest as he panted with relief. He climbed to his feet, staggered a few steps, then fell to his knees, and passed out.
Oscar wiped sweat from his forehead, sighing heavily with relief that his counterpart survived.
"Holy crap…what an experience," Yang exhaled.
"I probably would have wet myself if I were in his shoes," Jaune admitted shamelessly.
"I would have had a heart attack," Qrow stated as he took a swig of water.
Cast of Characters
Oscar Pine as Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III
Ruby Rose as Astrid Hofferson
Ozma as Stoick the Vast
Peter Port as Gobber the Belch
Cardin Winchester as Snotlout Jorgenson
Jaune Arc as Fishlegs Ingerman
Lie Ren as Tuffnut Thorston
Nora Valkyrie as Ruffnut Thorston
Author's Points
[1]- After a lot of thought, I ultimately decided to cast Oscar as Hiccup. Jaune or Ruby would have been good choices, but they already had leading roles. Plus, but I figured Oscar was suited for the role, since his canon self, being Ozpin's new incarnation, is destined for great things.
[2]- As a matter of fact, Penny is right. Gobber's arm and leg were chewed off by a Monstrous Nightmare.
[3]- Unfortunately, Jaune, that's a very false hope.
[4]- I cast the fire brigade this way so that that ORNJ/ can all be together on screen.
Author's Closing Note: HTTYD is one of my favorite animated films, so I'm very happy that this film won the poll. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. Special thanks to Oup700 for helping me with the casting choices.
Also, I've decided the next film will be from the superhero genre. The poll is up, so let's get those votes in people. Choose very carefully.