I do not own any of HTTYD.

I have been dying to write this as an introduction for my OC. And it seemed like a great time to be publishing it because it's a bit on the spooky side. Perfect for Halloween. So if you prefer fun, on the lighter side, spooky stories, then I think u will like this ;)

I'm posting the first 3 chapters tonight, just to give u guys something while getting in the 'Halloween mood.' But I will do my best to post the rest soon. Hopefully before the fall is over.

Chapter 1: Bork's Scary Story

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"…And when they got back to their camp site, all they found were the shreds of their tents… and the bones of their friends!" Tuffnut spoke quietly and mysterious before shouting the end of his tale as he stood before their camp fire. Everyone else around the fire looked uninterested and more unafraid. Well, except Fishlegs. He was shaking a bit.

The day after tomorrow, the riders where leaving Dragon's Edge and going back to Berk for the annual Harvest Scare Festival. A day full of sweets, scares, and pranks to celebrate the harvest before the winter starts. The people of Berk loved peace and the thrill of battle, but they also found fun in harmless pranks to scare each other. And who didn't love sweets on special holidays? The day of the festival is fun, but mostly just for the children. It's at night when things get good. When all the younger children go to bed, they hold a big bomb fire in the center of the village for the older folk, where everyone can drink cider, eat chestnuts, and listen to scary stories told but each other. But if your story isn't scary enough, everyone else has the right to 'boo' and through chestnuts at you until you get off the stage. Only children ten and older are allowed to stay at the bomb fire, but you have to be eighteen and older to stand before everyone on the platform and tell a scary story yourself. And this year, the riders of Dragon's Edge were finally old enough to do that. So to prepare, they decided to have their own little story telling camp fire in the woods on their island to test their stories out. Their dragons also in attendances.

Ruffnut gave a bored yawn before she spoke. "Cute ghost story bro. Cute, but not scary."

"Oh yeah? Well no one was exactly hiding behind their dragons during your 'Tale of the Haunted Outhouse' either," Tuff retaliated, sitting back on the ground next to her.

"Fishlegs was," Astrid nodded her head to said cowardly Viking across the fire from her.

"That doesn't count. He's been hiding behind Meatlug pretty much the whole night," Snotlout added from his spot next to him.

"Have not," Fishlegs tried to defend himself, however still hiding behind said Gronckle made that hard. And a moment later, Fishlegs came back from the other side of her and sat in front of the fire like everyone else. "See?"

"Okay, now it's my turn," Hiccup proclaimed proudly. The chief's son had intentionally asked to go last in their scary story telling camp fire. He had something unexpectedly sinister up his sleeve; well, technically up in Toothless' saddle bag.

"Oh boy," Snotlout rolled his eyes, exchanging a knowing look with Tuffnut. "Let me guess, the 'Trolls that live under your bed' story?" he and the twins gave an absurd chuckled.

"Oh no. What I have for you guys this evening is not just some old Viking scary story," Hiccup told them, reaching behind him to Toothless' saddle bag. "When I was going through some of Bork's papers, I found something with his notes on Fireworm dragons," he said, turning back around with a few sheets of parchment. "It was his own description of his first and only trip to Fireworm Island, and it made my skin crawl," Hiccup said looking anxious to tell the tale.

"So? We've been to Fireworm Island before. And the only thing scary about that trip was that I almost lost Hookfang," Snotlout said unimpressed, his Monstrous Nightmare bringing his head closer to give his boy a quick nuzzle. Snotlout grinned and pat him in return.

"True, but we only stayed by the cave of a nest. What I have here is Bork's experience when he went deeper inland to camp for the night," Hiccup's smile remained, confident he will scary them all silly. "It's fascinating, yet totally creepy. I don't think I completely believe it myself, but I do think it makes for a Hell of a scary story," Hiccup held the parchment out in front of him.

"Then read on my good sir," Astrid nudged her shoulder to his shoulder.

Hiccup smiled, looking back to everyone else, seeing them either laid back against their dragons or scooting closer, eager to listen. Hiccup stood, looking diplomatically to the parchment in his hands, and began to read it off:

"Many years ago, back when I was a young man, I was out on the sea, all by myself in my wee-little boat, fishing like I always have, when I saw an island not too far off from my boat. Being the curious Viking I was, I decided to paddle over to the island and explore. Little did I know it would be one of the worst decisions I would ever make.

After I made it ashore and tied my boat up to three trees to keep it stationary, grabbed my satchel and some supplies from my boat before hopping ashore. I had landed on a most rocky side of the island, but there I found a great cave. Once again feeling adventurous, I walked into the cave and down a tunnel. And that's when I first laid eyes upon one of the most astounding dragon species I've ever seen; the Fireworms.

I spent a few hours in that tunnel, drawing sketches, recording my observations of what they did. But by the time I left the tunnel it was just after sunset. So I dropped off my research back into my boat and grabbed some gear before making my way further inland to look for shelter in the woods.

It started getting darker as I walked, and as I walked, I noticed all the trees had leaves that were orange, yellow, brown, and some were red as blood. Some were on the trees, but a lot were on the ground. I even saw some fall from the tree to the ground all around me. I could hear them crunch dry under my boots. Only lots of the trees were dead and knocked over, and some were severely burnt.

After walking among those trees for about an hour, I spotted the most usual thing; two ropes, a foot or two apart, tied around the same branch of a tree. The ropes were long, dangling all the way down to the ground, but they didn't touch the ground, the other ends were tied to the sides of a small piece of wood. I was both fascinated and unsettled by the strange thing, but before I could get to close to it I heard a strange sound and continued on.

By the time I spotted a cave, a fog started to roll in. I then started hearing more things from behind and all around me. The leaves moving like someone walking over them as I had, while I stood in that one spot. Then there was a hoot from an owl and a caw from a crow, then I bolted right into that cave.

In the cave, I found a few stick and started a little fire. And as I sat there, I tried to pull myself together. Tried telling myself, 'Oh, there's nothing to be afraid of. There's nothing here.' But I knew deep in the back of my head I was only lying to myself. When my fire started to die, I lit myself I touch and got up to look for more sticks to burn. And as I walked deeper into the cave, I collected a few more sticks. But then my foot hit something else, I thought it was another stick, but when I went to pick it up, it was white and oddly shaped. And I knew it was bone! And not one bone. After I dropped all my sticks I waved my torch all around the floor of that cave and saw bones everywhere! I backed away to the wall of the cave, when my hand hit the wall I felt something wet. And warm, and sticky. I took it from the wall and brought it into the light from me to see, and my hand was completely red! I screamed and ran back the way I came. I even left my satchel and dropped my torch, and ran all the way out the mouth of the cave and into the moon light. But that wasn't the only light around. I could see these little mysterious floating lights all around the front of the cave out of the corner of my eyes. But I didn't pay much attention to them. Although they did give me reason enough to run faster.

Once I was away from the cave I continued running for a bit longer, until I had to stop and take a breath for a moment. I was going to just go back to my boat and sleep in that for the night. I started walking back to the beach where I tied up my boat, but the further I walked the more sounds I hear all around me. I heard footsteps that weren't mine. More crows and rustling. And even some growls and hissing. The more I heard, the faster I ran. And when I finally got back to my boat, that's when I saw….her.

A witch. The Witch of Fireworm Island.

She stood there in a long black clock, hood shadowing her face. And in her old, wrinkly hands was this strange, large, roundish, plump looking, vegetable-like-plant-thing. And it was glowing orange, like there was a fire burning inside of it. She started walking towards me, I stumbled back and fell, and tried to crawl away. And when she stopped, my back had hit a tree. I was trapped. And when I looked up to her, I started to see those little floating balls of light from in front of the cave. Looking better at them, I saw they glowed orange and red, just floating all around the both of us. I started to panic again, and then she spoke to me. That deep, crackly, and haggard voice still echoes in my ears. She said "Leave. And never return."

She lifted a hand, I closed my eyes. I waited for a minute, but nothing happened. And when I finally dared myself to open them again, she was gone. Her and all the little lights were gone. But when I looked down to the spot on the ground where she had been standing, I saw dozens of these seeds scattered around. They weren't like any seed I had ever seen before. They were flat and white and rather big; as big as one of my own finger nails. But as I studied a seed, I started hearing the rustling and hissing again, and when I turned around where I sat I saw more of those creepy floating lights further back into the woods. And when the hissing got louder, I scrambled to my feet and dashed to my boat, there I found a single lit candle in the middle of the deck. I stared at it for barely two second before something big wooshed just past my head and splashed into the water on the other side of my boat!

After that I didn't even bother untying the ropes that kept my boat stationary I was so scared! I took out my knife from my belt, sliced through them as fast as I could, and paddled away. Never looking back, and vowing never to return again. Just like the Witch of Fireworm Island had told me."

When Hiccup was finished with his tale, he was interested to see how everyone reacted. Snotlout had his knees up to his chest, burying his face in his helmet. Fishlegs wasn't just cowering behind Meatlug this time, he was practically trying to crawl and hide under her belly like she was his bed back in his hut. Astrid had her knees hugged to her chest and shoulders tense, looking up to him with an unsettling look on her face. And the twins; both sat cross-legged, Ruffnut held her two braid she keeps in front of her up to cover her eyes, but Tuffnut just had his arms cross in front of him, his hands covering his arms, trying to hide or calm his goosebumps. The look on his face similar to Astrid's, but more full of wonder.

"Wow. That really happened to Bork?" Astrid said bewildered. Upon hearing a different voice, everyone hiding in anyway came out and went back to sitting normally by the fire, next to their dragons.

"I found it in his papers, and this is his writing," Hiccup answered, also sitting down by the fire once again.

"So there's really a… a witch living on Fireworm Island?" Fishlegs stuttered, still frightened from the story.

"Well like I said, I don't exactly believe it completely," Hiccup replied.

"Oh come on!" Tuffnut threw his arms up, directing all attention to himself. "The bones and blood, the spooky sounds, floating balls of light, creepy giant vegetables!" Ruffnut swatted her brother's arm to get his attention.

"Maybe she grows them in a big creepy garden on the island and she uses her victims as fertilizer after she debones them," she said with a maniacal smile. Tuff smiled back, intrigued.

"Okay guys, I'm not saying Bork made this up. Maybe he did see an old women living on Fireworm Island and maybe she was a little strange, but that doesn't exactly mean she was a real witch," Hiccup tried to reason after folding the papers back up and putting them away.

"Well then I say we go back to Fireworm Island and see for ourselves if there's really a witch," Snotlout stated determined and excited. The twins looked excited about this idea, and just looked wide-eyed in different ways.

"No!" Fishlegs shrieked, causing everyone to look his way, either surprised by his outburst or annoyed by his coward-ness. "We can't because…" he tried to think of a good excuse. "Even if she did live on the island when Bork went, that trip was years ago, and if she was old then, she would have died by now." Fishlegs hoped that convinced them.

"Hello," Ruffnut interjected. "If there really is a women living there, and she really is a witch, then she can't die like a normal person."

"Yeah, she would have to be immortal or something like that," Snotlout backed her up.

"So if we go to Fireworm Island and find a women living there now, then she must be a witch!" Tuffnut concluded, very excited now.

"Guys, we go to explore lands for dragons, not witches," Hiccup tried again to stop where this was going. Unfortunately for him, they were already there.

"Come on Hiccup," Astrid, of all riders among them, scooted closer to him. "Instead of reading off of Bork's paper about something he did, wouldn't you rather tell everyone about your own experience in the woods of Fireworm Island at the bomb fire? And you said it yourself, that was Bork's only trip to Fireworm Island, and we only went there once ourselves. What if there's more we could learn about them? I remember seeing a few charts and images in the Dragon Eye about Fireworms," the blonde shield maiden tried to convince. "There could even be a new lens for the Dragon Eye there." If anyone could talk Hiccup into doing something fun yet stupid and potentially dangerous with the group, it was her. But it also didn't hurt that everyone else was staring at him pleadingly, the twins even stuck their lower lips out to pout with big eyes.

Astrid was probably just saying all that to get him to agree, but Hiccup had to admit; the Dragon Eye did have a lot of mentions of Fireworms. And although Bork did record a lot of info on them from just that one voyage, there was still more to learn about them. And maybe all those clues could mean another lens could be hidden there somewhere. And if there is a women living on the island, if she's lived among the Fireworms for as long as they're assuming, maybe she knows things they don't about them.

"Okay fine. We'll head to Fireworm Island tomorrow morning," Hiccup conceded with a huff and eye role. Everyone cheered and the twins bonked helmets in joy. "But, we are just going to look around. And if there really is a women living there; witch or not, and doesn't want us around, we leave immediately," Hiccup told them. He didn't really believe there was a real witch living there, but that didn't mean he wasn't still curious or aware of the potential danger this little adventure could have.

"Whatever. But I want to at least find that cave where Bork found all those bones," Snotlout said as everyone stared packing up their camp to head back to the outpost for the night.

"Me too! And I want to find some of those weird vegetables and bring one back to Berk," Ruffnut said as she and Tuffnut put the fire out.

"Well if we're all going anyway, I wouldn't mind trying to find that piece of wood and rope hanging from that tree Bork said he found," said Fishlegs as he mounted Meatlug.

"Well I'm not gonna leave that island until I discover the truth!" Tuffnut stated proud and sure. "And I want to see her face."

Everyone proceeded to also mount their dragons to head back, but still lingering to chat excitedly about their mysterious trip tomorrow. Hiccup looked at all of them as he mounted Toothless, feeling ridiculous for letting them talk him into approving of this insane voyage.

"What have I done?" Hiccup shamefully thought out to himself. But Astrid decided to reply anyway.

"Well, you've either sentenced us all to our doom, or given us the key to the best Harvest Scare Day ever," Astrid said in positive spirits before taking off with Stormfly.

"Let's just get back to the outpost, I'm starving," Snotlout said when they got into the air.

"You forgot to eat dinner before we left?" Hiccup asked from his right.

"I was too excited."

"I think we still have some left over shock sturgeon from last night," Astrid offered. Everyone cringed for a second at that statement.

"On second thought, I think I'll be okay until breakfast," Snotlout said as they all landed on the platform outside the stables. Snotlout quickly dismounted before walking away with Hookfang.

"Why?" Astrid ask after she too landed and dismounted, with her hands on her hips, somewhat offended.

"Because last night was your turn to cook," Snotlout called back over his shoulder as he continued his stride.

Now Astrid really was offended. People have told her that her cooking wasn't all that great before, but hearing it like that made her want to hurl the offender into the nearest wall. Then maybe off the nearest cliff.

Said angry dragon rider was starting to stomp towards the fleeing Jorgensen to carry out said act, when an arm shot out in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.

"Astrid, you're talented in a lot of things, but you have to admit that cooking isn't one of them," Hiccup tried to rephrase, as to calm her temper and to not also make her angry at him too. Astrid was still irritated by what the both of them said, but she knew she wasn't great. And that didn't matter all that much to her really; she was a warrior, not a house keeper.

"Find," Astrid sighed. "I guess that means I'm cut out of the cycle for taking turns to make dinner," she added happily. If she wasn't any good at cooking, she wasn't going to waste her time preparing meals no one wanted to eat.

Astrid led Stormfly into the stables before making her way to her hut. Hiccup sighed as she walked away, but was startled a second later by Tuffnut, popping beside him.

"Can you take all her turns for making dinner? Your haddock stew is awesome," Tuffnut pleaded. Out of all of them, Hiccup was the best cook. Everyone was always so relieved on the nights they knew it was Hiccup's turn to cook. But Hiccup was the leader, and also very busy most of the time with the Dragon Eye, so he didn't cook as often as the others had to. So to answer, Hiccup simply rolled his eyes with a sigh before walking away from the male twin.

Tuffnut groaned seeing him walk away, then took his time as he too made his way to his and his sister's shared hut. As he dragged his feet he thought to himself, 'We need a real cook here.'

But they can all worry about that some other time. The Harvest Scare Festival was just around the corner, and was going to be fun. Fun and terrifying. But tomorrow would hopefully be even more so.