Once upon a time, two years ago, I drew a picture of a cute little ghosty-like dragon (which you can see as my profile avatar), and said how someday, I would make a horror/humor farce of it.

This is that farce re-posted on this site. Enjoy!

Note: For any of you who have read Going Nuts or Artharella: A DB Parody, this is slightly more tamer. Well, anything in comparison to Artharella is tamer.

Disclaimer: Dragon Booster is not mine.

Against a Fetching, Freaky Foe: Part 1
A Cute Dragonoid / A Supernatural Calamity

"Something's following us!"

Decepshun's head turned, and when she didn't see anything behind her, she turned her head back forward just as quickly, her cyan-colored eyes shifting around suspiciously. "Your paranoia is starting to irritate me, Decepshun!" her white-haired rider snapped, glaring at her with a twitching grey eye. "You're starting to act like Cain and Coershun now!"

"How dare you compare me to those little chickens!" Decepshun snarled angrily, returning her glare back at Moordryd Paynn, leader of the Dragon Eyes.

Of course, he just rolled his eyes and ignored her, as he usually did. "Keep walking," Moordryd told her, patting the side of her head. "There might be something here that may be useful."

"And now you're desperate enough to start looking through garbage bins just to find something 'useful'," Decepshun scoffed, moving her legs forward. "Moordryd Paynn, what did that thing do to you?"

He didn't respond, and Decepshun gave a long sigh. If only humans could understand the language of dragons; perhaps then, Moordryd could take her advice (which she believed was very good advice). How many times had she wanted to lecture him every time Word Paynn decided to also lecture his son.

Ever since Moordryd found that black amulet in the shape of a Dragon Eye, he had always pulled it out when none of his human comrades were around, and had started talking to it casually as though it could talk back. And at times, all Decepshun wanted to do was smack him with her paw and snap him out of his senses, but ever since her mutation of becoming a pure black draconium dragon, she had heard a second voice…a sinister, malevolent voice that couldn't possibly belong to a regular human. It belonged to that amulet Moordryd always talked to; called him Armeggaddon. Now she understood.

Moordryd was still searching for something; she didn't know what, but she guessed it could be that gauntlet that Armeggaddon sometimes spoke about, with his ridiculous destiny speeches as well. She admired how he had managed to turn Moordryd away from Word; still, Armeggaddon wasn't trustworthy, especially for how easy he managed to sway Moordryd. Decepshun knew how fondly Moordryd desired great power beyond his dreams, and now, she wasn't sure if she was still willing to help him follow his dream. (There was that other little issue on how that black and gold butthead Beaucephalis always attracted Moordryd…)

"Stop fidgeting, Decepshun," Moordryd told her, looking back up. Decepshun didn't reply as she took his order. "If you see anything that looks as if it contains great power, lead me to it."

Ha. Gauntlet. I was right, as usual, Decepshun thought, smiling smugly. She leaned over near a garbage bin and gave a disgusted gasp. "Okay, Moordryd, that is powerful! The power of stink. Go get it, boy!" she coughed, backing away instantly and continuing on as quickly as possible.

Something moved in the dark of downtown Mid City. Decepshun screeched to a halt and looked to the left. She was sure there was something following them. "You found something, girl?" Moordryd asked, tilting his head in her direction.

All Moordryd saw was a food store with darkened rooms. Moordryd gently smacked the side of Decepshun's head again. "I know you're hungry, but no, it's closed, and I'm not in the mood to pull a buffet job," the rider muttered, his lips curving upwards slightly.

"Shut up, Moordryd!" hissed Decepshun warily, and continued walking forward. "I know there's something following us, I can just feel it! Can't you feel it, too?"

Even though Moordryd couldn't hear what the heck she was trying to tell him, he did feel a bit cautious. The moon of Abandonn was high in the sky, and there was…some type of presence somewhere. He suspected it just to be a crow-drag or a yellow-belly newt, but for some reason, it didn't seem like it. "Hurry up, Decepshun. Looks like we can get out of here now. Besides, I'm pretty sure there's nothing in garbage bins and alleys worthwhile."

"No scales," Decepshun commented sarcastically with an eye roll, turning around and running back.

The alleyway was rather crowded, and Decepshun couldn't avoid a few garbage cans being knocked over or moved. "You think it would be easier to control a pure black draconium dragon like you now?" Moordryd acknowledged irritably, trying to keep Decepshun steady as he moved the handles on her saddle. "Then again, you are somewhat artificial…"

"Hey, who are you calling artificial?" Decepshun hissed, looking up at Moordryd frustratingly.

At that moment, a tiny little grey thing wandered out in their way. "What in the – " Moordryd started, but winced as he heard a pained screech. Decepshun, not liking whatever thing she stepped on, yelped and screeched to a halt.

"Scales!" Moordryd growled, clenching a fist and pounding Decepshun's saddle. "We ran over something!"

"'We'?" repeated Decepshun with a confused grunt. "Uh, excuuuuuse me, but who's 'we'? Don't you mean 'you'? Because you're the one controlling me! You're supposed to make me get out of the way! I can't believe what an irresponsible dragon driver you are! I mean, your father trained you for situations like this, and Abandonn is ten times bigger and slower than I am, man. Now, find out what we ran over, please? There's something stuck in my right foot claw."

Decepshun glowed a dark purple as she magged off Moordryd to the ground. Moordryd looked around amid spilled garbage cans and dented cardboard boxes, trying to find the grey creature he and Decepshun hit as he walked forward tentatively. Must've been a rat, Moordryd thought. Then again, rats are not that big. Well, sometimes they are, but that sure didn't sound like a rat to me.

There was a clatter from behind him, startling him. "Who's there?" yelled Moordryd, pulling out his energy drain whip and spinning around readily.

Instead, what looked like a tiny, grey-colored dragon with dull green, mauve, and snow white markings, stumbled out of its hiding place behind a garbage can, and collapsed in the middle of the road, breathing heavily. "What the – " Moordryd whispered, and placed his drain whip back in his belt as he hastily approached the little thing. "Oh, by Magna Draconis, we ran over a baby dragon!"

"That's a dragon?" Decepshun acclaimed, heading to her rider's side and inching her head closer to the little creature. "Mmm, it's an unusual dragon. Doesn't seem like a dragon to me. And baby dragons are smaller; this thing is as big as an average child dragon. Plus, dragons don't usually look like they're somewhat glowing in the dark, Moordryd."

"We ran over a baby dragon," Moordryd echoed in an annoyed tone. "Just why did we have to run over a baby dragon? Stupid little brat should've stayed on the sides of the street! Can't it tell that we're coming?" Hesitatingly, he extended his hands, and placed them carefully on the sides of the small dragon-like thing.

"What are you doing?" Decepshun asked, looking at Moordryd. "Just leave it there! We already caused enough trouble hurting the poor little…alien. Oh, Magna Draconis, I am starting to sound like Cain and that sissy Coershun!"

Moordryd lifted up the creature in his hands. "C'mon, wake up!" he said, giving it a small shake.

"Yeah, you little punk, snap out of it!" Decepshun added, nudging it with a claw urgently. "I'm pretty sure you have a home, and I don't want your owner suing my rider just because Moordryd made me run over you."

"Decepshun, quit it!" Moordryd barked, glaring at her again and thinking she was trying to hurt it.

"What happened to the cold-hearted Moordryd Paynn I knew?" Decepshun retorted with a glare back. "Oh, right. He has a hidden weakness to extreme cuteness."

The little dragon in Moordryd's hands limped its head uselessly. "Oi, make that two people, or one dragon. Get up already!" Decepshun grunted worriedly, nuzzling her head in the dragonoid's scales.

"Ugh, we'll just leave it here," Moordryd sighed, getting ready to place it back on the ground.

"I change my mind," Decepshun said, quickly getting in the way of where Moordryd was going to place the grey-colored dragon back down. "We're not going to put it back on the ground just so it can get squished again."

Moordryd seemed to get her point. He stood up and was about to place the creature on a windowsill when it sneezed and groggily blinked open its fuschia-colored eyes.

Decepshun turned her back on Moordryd and the dragonoid, and quickly squealed "Aww!" before she regained her serious posture and turned back to face her rider and the dragonoid. The thing gave a confused squeak, shifting its wide eyes towards the human carrying it. Moordryd gave a helpless whine and looked away instantly. He could not, absolutely could not, avoid adorable, pitiful, and pathetic, wide-eyed stares. They always threw him completely off-guard and caused him to feel uncomfortable. Plus, the bonus was that the creature was rather cute.

He groaned and looked back at the dragon, who seemed better now, blinking at him with its annoying eyes. "Er, yeah, whatever, it's up," he told Decepshun abruptly. "Let's just get outta here now, okay?"

The thing gave a small whine. "Hey, I think you can manage on your own," Decepshun told it sympathetically. "Blame my rider here. It's all Moordryd's fault! Yep, blame everything bad that happens on Moordryd here!"

Moordryd, however, was extremely uncomfortable now. "Shut up!" he bellowed at the thing, glaring at it eye-to-eye. "I don't want to hear you complaining about anything! Besides, it's your fault that we ran over you, got it?"

The dragonoid didn't say anything. It looked away glumly with another whine. Moordryd melted and he quickly added, "Okay, fine, I'm sorry! There! Does that cut it for you?"

Suddenly the dragonoid looked back at Moordryd angrily. A…third eye, opened in between its other two eyes, and it bared its teeth and snarled furiously as it glowed a reddish-purple. Moordryd's eyes boggled and he screamed, quickly releasing it, but to his shock it simply seemed to defy gravity for some time as it zipped over and clawed its garbage can hiding place, jumping off it and diving at its target. "What the – " Moordryd shrieked, quickly dodging it.

It jumped off the building wall that it headed for instead and zipped back at Moordryd, this time managing to dig its claws in Moordryd's jacket sleeve, digging even deeper and causing Moordryd to yelp in pain. "Get away from me! Get away from me!" the teenager cried frantically, shaking his arm.

"You heard him! Get off my rider, you little bugger!" Decepshun roared, flicking her tail and sending it flying in the air again. It seemed to float again as it landed back on the ground, and as if the issue wasn't terrifying enough, it faded away.

Moordryd yelped again, his face paler than usual as he ran near Decepshun and pulled out his drain whip. "Did you see that?" he gasped, looking around frantically. "It just vanished into thin air! Unless…unless it's one of my father's wraith dragons!" He smirked and activated his thermal goggles, but to his horror he couldn't see any readings besides him and Decepshun's heat waves. "Huh? N-no, that's…impossible!"

He screamed again as he felt something dig into his jacket. He quickly threw it off as Decepshun magged him on. The jacket was jerked and ripped apart by some unseen force as Moordryd and Decepshun heard crazed snarls and growls emitting from near Moordryd's shredded jacket.

The growls stopped, and Moordryd's heart rate increased as he saw what looked like one of the pieces of his jacket being pressed on, a sign of something stepping on it. "Let's get out of here!" he cried.

"Just what I was thinking!" Decepshun agreed as she sprinted off as fast as she could. Moordryd looked behind him and failed to fight off his fear as he learn clangs as garbage cans and boxes were knocked down. He managed to glimpse some dust flying off the walls. "What in the Magna Draconis' name is that thing?" the black dragon added frightfully.

"What in the Magna Draconis' name is that thing?" cried Moordryd, causing Decepshun to shake her head in confoundment. "I think it's jumping from wall to wall! Stupid alleyways!"

"This is all your fault!" Decepshun complained as she darted out of the alleyway at last, continuing to run. "I was the one being generous to that thing! In fact, I was the one that gave you the idea to let the Penn kid ride with us when he was trapped with us, and I wanted him to ride with us all the way 'cause he seemed decent enough, but nooooo! Instead, you had to go tell him off just for telling you the truth – hey, Moordryd, the truth hurts! Get over it! – which means that if I kept that kid on, you'd have probably scaled him! And now you practically do the same thing scale-scraping again, but instead, it's the kid trying to fulfill his death wishes for us! A pox on you, Moordryd, a pox on you!"

"Go, go, keep running!" Moordryd encouraged desperately, not looking back. "I never, ever, want that thing going near me again! Whatever it is, I don't care! I hate it, no matter how cute it might be! That is the last time I ever decide to help young or cute things ever again! Ever!"

Decepshun wanted to make another sarcastic comment on failing that little vow of his, but she kept it to herself as she continued running for her and Moordryd's lives.