So I had some spare time last week. And instead of taking valuable time to work on my main story i decided: Why not write the beginning to another story, just to make it difficult?

So yeah Plot bunny syndrome has hit me hard. Maybe I should make a one-shot series to control that... But until then, here's a random Idea I cooked up.

Based on the stupid little chant myths and urban legends. Enjoy.

Its humorous

Not actually a horror-fic... Because it's hiccup. He's the "Bad guy" demon thing guys... Real scary...

It's kind of an oddball premise... But you'll get the picture.

Prologue

Ever heard the myths that claim that certain chants can summon a demon like people to rise up and kill you?

Well. Famous ones include Bloody Mary or Candy-man…

Here's another one you might have heard of, Night fury

… No?

Never heard the fact that if you say Night fury five times in front of a mirror you'll be dead in one month?

Well. It's popular in a town called Berk. I think… Well. The thing is, I have to correct you on a few things before we begin… First off, Bloody Mary and Candy-man are both hoaxes. People do it all the time and they live…

Now. Berk's a superstitious bunch, The place where my urban legend began I might add. And considering not many have the guts to summon me or even talk about me I have a lot of spare time on my hands. Because only Berk knows about my existence (I think they pretend they don't believe I exist... It's complicated.) Second. I'm not a demon.

I'm a curse. Hence a chant as the summoning. Your performing genuine magic when you do that. So I don't recommend it unless you want to die. Yay me. The reason I'm a curse is because back when I was a boy… A Viking boy. Lets just say witches, sassyness and a fair dose of scepticism of magic does NOT mix

Okay, well, being a curse is not so bad… It can be broken… But every curse is different… and the witch won't talk to me (It's been a thousand years, get over it... what a cow.) so I don't know what the key is to unlocking my captivity is. Anyway… Besides that, All I have to do is kill people within a month who are in the room with a mirror and someone says night fury five times. That's right, collateral damage, if you happen to be in the same room as the person who chants this, sorry, but your on a one way ticket to the afterlife. But I know what you're thinking… Kill!? What kind of sadist am I? Hey. I've been at this job for a thousand years… Killing kind of becomes desensitised for me. Especially when about… ninety percent of the victims forgive me after a few hundred years after death anyway.

So let me guess, you're about to question about the afterlife… Who was right? What religion won the lottery? Well. To avoid controversy and an argument I'm going to say everybody… And Nobody. I mean… God... As we'll call him, Is actually a pretty chill… thing. Unless you're a real bad person you're probably not going to burn in a fiery furnace (unless you're a masochist and you want to) Whatever you want in… I'll call it purgatory… You shall basically receive. Family, friends, hobbies, self made simulated universes (those take a long time to make) whatever you want really. Well. Unless you get made into a curse. And I'm destined to kill people who chant my name one too many times. (It rarely happens, and when it does happen it's seen as a mere coincidence… That and also people forget You die within a month... not instantly)

However, a little side-effect is, I have to show up within the month to scare them... It's scary curse law. I mean bad things happen to me If I don't. And after death isn't so bad anyway… You just have to wait fifty years until all your friends join you so you can screw around for eternity (depending who the friend is… screw literally?) … What's the point in life you may ask? I don't know. I'm not God. I'm a curse. Ask him.

So here I am.

A curse who can do whatever I want until I get a little notification in my head that says. "It's time to kill 'insert name here'". And before you comment on the voices in my head. If I don't kill and scare the people that summon me well…

Well… Pain isn't something exclusively mortal.

But insanity is. As in, I have proof that I am one hundred percent sane because insanity doesn't exist when you're dead. (Imagine how Caligula's feeling right now…)

What else do I need to address... Uhh, oh yeah... No my name is not Night fury… It's Hiccup.

Well, thats what my family calls me… (I don't actually have any friends…)

Everyone else calls me 'The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself' I don't know about the unholy part… Or the lightning really.

I mean, My father took up the role of death a few hundred years ago, The other guy wanted to retire… No he's not a skeleton, his minions… The grim reapers… Well they are skeletons.

He's actually a mountain of a man with a red bushy beard and when he's not scowling in disappointment at me he's actually quite lively (pun intended). And my mother is the sky… Well she is the sky spirit… Type thing…She's for freedom and… Travel… and that kind of stuff, I never really asked. When you see it you'll understand.

So offspring of death and the sky (lightning because it sounds cool I guess)…

But I'm still not sure about unholy… Is it because I'm a curse of a witch? Probably…

Anyhow, I think i've explained too much in a short space of time. So if you aren't mind-numbingly bored by now just keep with me. I mean. We'll get to the better part of the story in a moment.

We just have to wait till some Absent-minded idiot decides that they want to prove themselves brave enough to do the chant.

Oh... would you look at that, we've got one in Berk now...

4 hours before sighting...

3:15 - End of school

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"So babe, you wanna party tonight?"

Said an obnoxious voice behind Astrid. She was just packing her books and laptop into her bag from her locker when Shane, more commonly known as 'Snotlout' had to show up. Okay maybe his locker is only a few away from hers… But that doesn't make his voice any less unpleasant when he opens his big mouth.

"What? Uhh, There's no party that I've heard of… Wait. No, I've got to finish this draft."

She said gesturing to her English book as she stuffed it inside her bag that was way too small for all the contents within. Snotlout took a glance at the book before continuing.

"You're such a nerd, but that's okay… I dig nerds."

He said while winking. She rolled her eyes because firstly. She's not a nerd… Not that there was anything wrong with that… But she's an overachiever, there's a difference.

"Shall I book some reservations for you and Fishlegs then. a table for two?"

She teased her friend. Despite how obnoxious he was. He was still her friend... Even though she dated him a few years ago for about two weeks. And how he thinks their destined for one another. Talk about pathetic. The amount of times she's said she wasn't interested as well. It's not something you could count with a supercomputer. Snotlout caught on to her joke and his face contorted into a look of disgust.

"What, no, I meant you... But anyway, want to come? The twins are hosting it, It starts at six."

Snotlout finished. Astrid frowned at the fact that her best friend would neglect to tell her... But she wouldn't call Snotlout a liar. She cocked her head to the side as she left the hallway with Snotlout… They got the English task today… and the draft wasn't due until next week. The teacher could wait until then. She had the whole weekend.

"Fine. I'll come. But if you try and hit on me again you'll get the exact same response as last time… A broken nose."

She said clenching her fists for emphasis. Snotlout threw his hands up in surrender.

"Okay fine, I'll just wait until you come around to ask me out. It's okay, I dig girls who take charge."

He said before he jogged off towards his dads blood red mustang that he drives. She resisted the urge to face-palm, He'll never learn, but then again, she's used to it. And she has a feeling that deep down, Snotlout knows nothing's going to happen. But he's a teenager… And a jock, Could there be a worse combination? She laughed at her little joke as she approached her blue Subaru. once she opened the doors she frowned as she felt a buzzing in her pocket. She lifted out her phone to see Rue or 'Ruffnut' as the caller Id. She picked up.

"'Sup bitch, what you want?"

She instantly announced as she got into the car.

"Not much, well... Did you hear about the party we're hosting tonight?"

Came the response, completely ignoring her sophisticated greeting. Astrid put the phone on loud speaker and docked it in the dashboard charger.

"Yeah, from Snot-face. Why didn't you tell me?"

Astrid snapped, She felt a little insulted that this was the first she heard of it from her friend. She should have expected the reason however.

"Well, Eret asked in history if there were any parties this weekend, and with a promise of booze to my brother… we're having a party! I mean, mum and dad are cool with it… And it's Eret… So yeah!"

Ruffnut finished. Astrid laughed as she turned on her car. Of course Ruffnut would do anything to impress the older, rugged guy in her history class. He got held back a year because he was expelled from his last school near the end of his last year, he seems to be doing better as a person this year however.

"Well, I'll see you there then, I'll be there around five, I'll take it we bring our own alcohol."

Astrid said blatantly. Ruffnut laughed and retorted.

"First off I said it starts at six…"

She began, Astrid interjected.

"And?"

Ruffnut went silent for a second, and then continued.

"And second you don't even drink… Nerd."

Ruffnut teased, Astrid huffed and crossed her arms but couldn't help but laugh along.

"I'm an overachiever, not a nerd."

Astrid defended. But Ruffnut continued.

"Embrace the Nerdism Astrid, soon you'll be watching Star wars and reading comics."

Ruffnut jested. Astrid gasped in defensiveness.

"I personally liked Star wars… The first ones… Not the Phantom Menace or anyth- Oh god."

Astrid tried but cut herself off in realising she just gave Ruffnut more ammo.

"See, It's already too late for you… Anyway, Tuffnuts raving at me to start driving so I'm going to have to go… Nerd."

Astrid laughed while agreeing.

"Yeah I got to get going too, And tell your brother to get his license already."

She accused. Ruffnut cackled while responding.

"I tell him every five minutes, soon I'll abandon him… But yeah, by sweetie"

Ruffnut finished in mock sweetness. Astrid giggled and replied.

"Yup, sweetie, that's a thing now… So anyway, bye."

She responded. Ruffnut laughed, and then there was the dull beep of the hang up button. And Astrid finally pulled out of the parking space and made her way home.

This party… Something was different… She didn't know what… Whatever it was, it was something big. Astrid always trusted her gut.

Just so you know, I'm not going to go into depth about religion on this and I'm not claiming anything, it's a story... I don't want to see any debates when I mention what the afterlife is "like" Because it's purely hypothetical. Okay?

And yeah, now with a firm slap of my hand I'm going to go back to the story I SHOULD be writing right about now.