Hello my chickadees. Much better, right? This is it- the final chapter. For now, anyway. Read on to find out more. Put me on Author Alerts to see that collab come out.

The panic set in quickly as they read fourteen chapters full of uncanny accuracy about their movements since they had found fanfiction, even their thoughts. "Spies!" Snoutlout kept shouting, and nobody felt comfortable enough to silence him. Toothless slunk back and forth, knocking into people and shelves and nudging against Hiccup. Hiccup's brow was furrowed. Even the twins were too stunned to argue. There was a rising atmosphere of panic. Fishlegs was reciting facts on the statistical probability of single person knowing them so intimately.

"I'd like," Hiccup said, "to ask Wordwielder a few questions."

"I can do that," a voice said from behind them, and they turned to see a very strange girl standing in the doorway. She wore blue trousers and a bright shirt, but her hair was done like Astrid's in a braid, if a darker one. Her accent was a little different, certainly foreign, but easily understood. She beamed at them like she had a wish fulfilled by seeing them. "Please. I'll explain everything."

"Who are you?" Fishlegs asked, awed.

"Let me explain," the girl began. She started to speak, but was almost instantly interrupted.

"Wordwielder!" An unfamiliar, strangely accented voice demanded.

The girl turned around, exasperated, to face the two men, one stout and bandaged, and the other rail-thin, tall, and very angry. "Holmes, not now!" She snapped. "Did you follow me here? I told you I had business!"

"Now!" He argued.

She whirled around again. "What?" she cried impatiently.

"Why did you have Watson skewered in a bloody alleyway? No pun intended!"

The gang shrunk back. "She had him skewered in an alleyway?" Tuffnut repeated, his voice full of terror. She threw her hands up. "Wait, it's not what you're thinking! It was a prompt…"

"A prompt!" Holmes cried, enraged.

"Oh, calm down, he'll be fine," she said curtly. She added much more kindly, "Are you feeling alright, Watson? You're on your feet at least."

"I've been worse," Watson said almost cheerily.

"You've been better," Holmes said sharply.

Wordwielder looked guilty. "I'll write you back in perfect health very soon, I promise. Right now…" she turned back to the group. "I've got a pressing matter to attend to."

"Very well…" Holmes nodded to Watson, and with one last suspicious look at Wordwielder, Watson transported them back home in the way Wordwielder had taught. The gang exchanged looks of fear and curiosity. How had those men, mortal men, not gods, disappeared so quickly?

The girl sat. "I'm Wordwielder."

"So we gathered," Astrid said.

"I realize you all must think I'm a stalker or something," she began, "I mean, I wrote 14 chapters about you guys, and I knew what you said or thought. I know it sounds creepy, it sounds like I'm a—"

"Spy!" Snoutlout interjected.

She nodded, her hair bouncing. "Exactly!" Snoutlout turned the self-pleased red he turned when a girl favored him with a smile. "But I'm not. I'm just a fanfiction writer—I like to think I'm a good one— and by now I know you all so well I seem precognitive. But not much longer."

"Why?" Tuffnut asked.

She bowed her head. "I'm starting a new story. It's still untitled, and it'll also feature the prodigious talents of Astrid Goes For a Spin. I'm sure you've read some by her, and probably some others by me as well, right?" She stopped, got up, and smiled. "I'll keep you posted, of course. But first," She added as an afterthought, "First, I simply must go stitch up Watson. Poor dear! You all think you've had it bad in fanfiction! Next time you're feeling ill-used, take a look into 'Watson's Woes.'" She grinned, scratched behind Toothless' ears in the exact way he liked, and bowed to them like an audience before she drew out a notepad and pen, and with a scrawled sentence, she melted away: And then Wordwielder bid goodbye to her friends, and found herself once more typing their stories in her warm bedroom.

And there would be more stories, she added, but as of yet, they were still mysteries.

Come on, this is the last time I'll pester you to review! I hope you all enjoyed this silly, crazy, enormously fun to write story. Thanks for being so awesome and sticking with me and giving me your ideas and suggestions. I had a blast; hope you did, too.

Until next time,

Wordwielder