Just after sunset, Astrid, Nicki and I were joined by Snotlout and Jonaught. We hid the eggs and went home to wait for the lovely festivities.

"Happy Eatastrophe, everyone!" My dad, the leader of our village, addressed the people who were gathered, waiting to get to do fun things like crack eggs on people's heads.

What they still didn't know, was that the eggs are colored.

"Hiccup, are the eggs hidden?" My dad asked.

"Yup, we got `em all done last night!" I answered proudly.

"Let the hunts, BEGIN!" He raised his arms and all the squealing kids ran into the forest, gasping as they saw the colored eggs.

"You guys wanna go get some eggs?" Nicki grabbed me and Fishlegs' hands and dragged us into the forest, being followed by her brother, dragging Astrid and Ruffnut. But of course, Astrid twisted his hand, making him let go and ran up to me, wrenching my hand from Nicki's grasp and into her own.

The three teams found eggs and ambushed each other. It was better than last Eatastrophe! Of course, last Eatastrophe was the first Eatastrophe so of course the second Eatastrophe would be better than the first Eatastrophe not to mention that last Eatastrophe Gobber was in the game which was a disaster and he isn't this Eatatstrophe and I'm saying Eatastrophe so much my head hurts. Ow. I was thinking so much someone smashed an egg on my head. And of course, everyone's hair was a flurry of eggs yoke and colorful egg shells. I turned to see Tuffnut throwing the colorful eggs at everyone he could see.

"Tuffnut! What are you doing out here?" I dodged another flying egg.

"I'm having fun!" He threw an egg at a five year old girl who squealed and threw one back. "Why did you guys use my eggs?"

"Because we're sorry." Nicki and Jonaught peeked out from behind a boulder then hid again as a flurry of eggs assaulted them.

"Yeah, we didn't mean to make you upset," Astrid smashed an egg on his head and gave him a knuckle sandwich. "Even though you are a knuckle head…"

"We still somewhat care!" Snotlout—Who woulda thought he had the heart to say that?—chucked five eggs at Tuffnut at the same time.

"And now…" Ruffnut and Fishlegs climbed out of a bush, handing us like, fifty eggs each.

"Ambush."

Boy, was that ever fun.

After all the eggs were found, the torturing began.

"Step right up, torture any chicken or rabbit of your choice, then take it home!" Nicki, our friendly greeter, called out to all the residents of Berk.

By now, all the chickens and bunnies were scared to death. If a child pointed at them, they seemed to realize their fate and back away in a cute, bunny-like way. Of course, we caught them anyway.

Finally, it was break time for us and we got to torture some bunnies. This was always Nicki's favorite part.

"I want… The cute one with the black spots on his hind legs and the white spots and his front legs and brown spots on his ears and he's tan and he's over there." Nicki pointed.

Jonaught was more simple.

"I want that brown one." He pointed. "No, that one." He pointed again. "No, I said that one! Yes!" He nodded as they handed him the shivering bunny.

"Poor bunnies, they get kidnapped from their homes then stuck in a pen with a bunch of other bunnies and then they get tortured then they get eaten!" I commented—while I was torturing my own bunny, mind you.

"We don't kill them; we keep them as pets" Nicki looked up from her bunny, who was whimpering.

Astrid was busying herself with plucking fur off the poor rabbit, showing it to him and choking it down his throat.

"Hey, look, it's your hair!" She dangled the fur in his face. "And guess what!? NOMNOMNOMNOM!" She ate the piece fur and snarled at the shivering rabbit. The rabbit looked less scared and more angry as time went on. Then the rabbit lunged forward and bit her hand. "OW! The rabbits were less aggressive last year. You're gonna pay, Jack Rabbit!" She pulled her axe out from behind her and screamed, slamming the axe on the table, missing the rabbit by, like, a foot. "YAHHH!" She pulled it out and tried to swing again, but I grabbed her arm. She screamed and swung at me, barley missing. "OH, it's just you. You should tell me next time, I mean, I was busy TOTURING THIS STUPID RABBIT!"

"Calm down Astrid!" She breathed then kept torturing her bunny.

Jonaught was much more… Simple.

He held a carrot just out of the bunny's reach, making the bunny whimper. He laughed then suddenly, the rabbit jumped up his arm, grabbed the carrot and darted for the door. He was followed by all other non-restrained bunnies.

"BUNNY CHASE!"

Everyone dropped their bunnies—if they still had them (Therefore, releasing ALL of the bunnies, just adding to the chaos.)—and joined the chase, grabbing all the bunnies they could find.

Of course, we caught them all—except for Astrid's (How ironic…)—and continued the torturing.

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"That. Was. AWESOME!" Nicki screamed and jumped around like a sugar-high, mentally challenged freak.

"You're crazy," Fishlegs said, then whispered to himself. "…I like that."

I laughed and looked over to Tuffnut, who was—obviously—fighting with Ruffnut.

"Hey Tuffnut, we really were telling the truth when we said we were sorry," I started.

"I know," He replied, smashing into Ruffnut, who smashed right back into him.

"Good," I sighed in relief.

"So you're happy now?" Nicki asked.

"I'm… A slight bit happy," We all laughed, confirming, this was the best Eatastrophe yet. Even though it was just the second…

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AN:

Me two years ago: "If you didn't like, you're lying because you're jealous that you have no talent in writing whatsoever."

...Dang, I was a self centered jerk then...

And I sucked, so that didn't help my case...

Anyways, here's the last chapter.

ttyl ;- ]