𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 || Snotlout X Male Oc

Chapter 1 - Disturbance on Melody Island

-----𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜-----

I opened my eyes to find myself on a beach, with golden shores and beautiful flora all around. Groggily, I had pulled myself to my feet and taken in the area around me, it had seemed as though I was alone and there wasn't any sign of human life anywhere. I wondered as to how I found myself there for a moment, and then it hit me.

"Mother! Father! Mom! Dad! Hello!?" I'd shouted, grasping at the hope that they followed me or ended up there too. When I got no response, my shoulders slumped and I came to the conclusion that I was not only stranded, but in fact, alone.

Well, not completely alone. A loud shrill invaded my ears - like that of a siren men speak of in legends and tales - and whatever it was had sounded close and was soon followed by a roar in the distance, it sounded much closer that time.

I bolted into a bush nearby and hid moments before an enormous reptilian creature swooped overhead.

"Dragons?!" I half whispered/gasped, covering my mouth once I had realised my slip up.

The creature must have heard me, as it landed and scans the area for movement. It was now that I silently thanked myself for hiding in a flower bush which masked my scent and I kept deathly still, terrified that it may have sensed me. The beast sniffed the air a bit more before it made an eery, earsplitting sound, not so different from the first minutes before. Upon having heard this, a small, red dragon crawled out of the undergrowth, following the 'song' mindlessly.

The larger dragon whipped around and fired an orange, gloopy substance, which knocked the smaller dragon a few feet and encased it in the process. The amber-like substance almost immediately hardened and the larger beast took the smaller in it's jaws, taking off to another part of the island after, but not without a triumphant roar of success.

-----𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜-----

That was me a year-or-so ago (I lost track of the days after a while). Tonight wouldn't be the first night I spent recalling my first day on this deadly island I now call home. I reread at what i'd just noted down in my old journal, the words "Jakob Vasquez" scribbed unneatly across the front cover, it was one of the few thing that remained in-tact enough to be of use after the... incident.

I flicked through a couple dozen pages of notes about the island, it's flora, fauna and geography.

I eventually reached a fresh page and started writing again.

Dear Diary,
It's been a about a year-ish on the island. It's weird to think that this time last year I was probably a 16 year old boy, getting ready for what I had assumed would be a calm, relaxing day on my parent's and I's ship. Then that dreaded storm hit and it all went downhill from there. I wonder if i'll ever see my parents again... I doubt it, but a boy can dream I suppose. I consider myself incredibly lucky to have not been caught by the big yellow beast or vikings in search of a hu-

An unfamiliar chorus of roaring is heard nearby and I could tell it was coming from the song dragon's feeding grounds. I cautiously moved the foliage fom my camoflaged hut's window, and I heard the roars again, this time clear enough to identify them. I recognised the sound of a Nadder, Gronkle, Nightmare, Thunderdrum and-