[There is an alternate version of this story named "Reality Check". The stories are nealy the same, but in this version the pred is a bit more playful/teasing.]“…Ugh…” He put a hand to his head, wearily opening his eyes.“Good, you’re finally up.”Alarmed, he scrambled to sit up and looked around; unsure of where he was or what was going on, and plagued by the inexplicable feeling that he was somehow in horrible danger.“Who’s there? Where am I?!”

[There is an alternate version of this story named "Wake-Up Call". The stories are nealy the same, but in this version the pred is a bit colder/harsher.]“…Ugh…” He put a hand to his head, wearily opening his eyes.“Good, you’re finally up.”Alarmed, he scrambled to sit up and looked around; unsure of where he was or what was going on, and plagued by the inexplicable feeling that he was somehow in horrible danger.“Who’s there? Where am I?!” He was

“Oof, what a day,” Noah muttered. Barging into his own, empty room, he tossed his bookbag onto the floor, turned and flopped strait down onto his bed. The young boy had been expecting the soft, cool embrace of his comfy sheets. What he hadn’t been expecting were the strange scratching and grumbling noises that suddenly seemed to spring from beneath him.He quickly sat up, realizing he could feel something bumping up against the underside of the mattress. Startled and confused, h

How Not

To

Become Lunch: 11 – Don’t Be a Dummy






*gurgle*






Sissy opened her eyes and blinked a few times. L

y

ing curled up on a comfy bed, she looked ou

“

O

www

!!”







The relaxing dragoness, more than half asleep, jolted awake as her ears sprang to attention. That had been the unmistakable sound of her little human brother crying out in pain. Surprised and concerned, she quickly rose to her feet and left her private littl

How Not

To

Become Lunch: 10 – Beware Hungry Wolf Pups







“Phew

,



m

ade it through again, what a relief,” Jack said. History class was history, another school day ha

*gulp*






“Dang it!” Toby said as he felt

the

firm grip of his brother’s throat successfully pull him down. The dragon stood with a smug grin as he felt the little boy begin his descent.






“I told you, Toby, t

Chores. Everyone in the family had chores. For his older siblings, his parent’s first clutch, it was hunting

,

along with most of his cousins. Siblings from the younger clutch

and the other less experienced fliers

gathered firewood

.



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