Truth or Dare with the Dragonets of Destiny and The Jade Winglet

Kidnapping Glory Is......Not A Wise Idea. (D.O.D.)

Hosts: *laughing hysterically*

Seashell: .......Wait. My dad's gonna die.

Joy: Yeaaaaaa this is going to be great.

Seashell: JOY!

*players appear*

Nightflyer/Rainkeeper: *whisper mission in Sunny and Riptide's ears*

Riptide: ARE YOU TRYING TO GET ME KILLED?

Seashell: No

Rainkeeper: Maybe.

Joy: RAINKEEPER!

Deathbringer: Ah, I like this guy.

Peril: Wait............WHERE'S CLAY?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!!?!?!?

Tsunami/Starflight: *snaps up and looks around frantically*

Tsunami: Wait a second.....

Deathbringer: *slams Fatespeaker at the wall* WHERE THE HELL IS GLORY?!!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?1

Tsunami: RIPTIDES GONE!!!!!

Starflight: SO IS SUNNY!!!!

Peril: EVERYBODY IN THIS ROOM IS GONNA FUCKING DIE UNLESS SOMEBODY TELLS ME WHERE MY CLAYBEAR IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Air: Hey look there a note.

Note:

Dear Peril,

Your Claybear is mine now.

-Sunny :)

Peril:.........SUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tsunami: WHAT THE FUCK!

Rainkeeper: Oh hey look another one

Note:

Deathbringer,

Looks like you're not too good at protecting Glor-Glor after all.

-Riptide

Deathbringer:...*shotgun cock* Nobody messes with my Glory and lives. NOBODY.

Starflight: WHY THE HELL WOULD SUNNY KIDNAP CLAY?

Tsunami: WHAT THE FUCK RIPTIDE!!!

Peril: *marks Sunny at the top of dragons to kill list*

Peril: Deathbringer? Ready to go murder some bastards?

Deathbringer: *has borrowed over half of Joy's weapons and looks ready for war* You have no idea.

*three hours later*

Nightflyer: Oh no.

Air: What?

Moon: *bursts into the room* NIGHTFLYER DID YOU SEE IT TOO?!?!?!

Nightflyer: Yep.

Moon: WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DO!?!?!

Nightflyer: Nothing.

Moon: BUT THE SEAWINGS-

Nightflyer: Joy, if you will.

Joy: Hey Moon, what's clear and smells like red paint?

Moon: What?

Joy: Chloroform. *puts rag over Moon's snout* Shhhhhhhhh.

Seashell: WHAT THE HELL?

Nightflyer: She knew too much.

Elsewhere.....

Deathbringer: *violently murdering all the Seawings*

Deathbringer: WHERE IS SHE?!!?!?!?

Meanwhile.....

Peril: *melting the Sandwing Stronghold* I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE SOMEWHERE SUNNY!!!!!

JMA......

*crickets*

Starflight: Do you think they'll come back soon?

Fatespeaker: Probably not.

Tsunami: I'm gonna yank the Rip out of Riptide when he gets back.

Starflight: I don't think I want to know what you mean by that.

Seashell: Nice.

Fatespeaker: Are we all just going to ignore Moonwatcher's unconscious body?

Joy: Yes.

Starflight: Do we even want to know why you have chloroform?

Joy: .....What the heck do you think we put in sleeping darts?

Rainkeeper: I thought that was obvious.

Nightflyer: Same.

*two days later*

JMA....

*Glory, Tsunami, Starflight, Fatespeaker, and the hosts are sitting in silence*

Starflight: So, if he found you, where's Deathbringer?

Glory: I think he's still violently tearing Riptide to shreds.

Seashell: And that doesn't bother you?

Tsunami: He kinda deserves it.

Glory: I liked this dare, Deathbringer can be very heroic if he wants. 

Fatespeaker: Aren't you going to tell the others that it was all a dare?

Air: We did.

Starflight:.....Then....Where are they?

Nightflyer: Peril is still burning down the Sandwing Kingdom, Deathbringer still murdering the Seawings, Clay is futility trying to stop Peril, Sunny is a pile of ashes, and Riptide....

Joy: Is over there, Over there, and Up there.

Rainkeeper: Wonderful.

Seashell: Shit.

Tsunami: What?

Seashell: THAT MEANS I DON'T EXIST!!!!

Air: Calm down. *snaps talons*

*Riptide and Sunny appear*

Air: See? Good as new.

Seashell: *sighs with relief*

Tsunami: *tackles Riptide* WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!!!!!!

Riptide: *screaming*

Deathbringer: Okay they're all dead no-

Deathbringer: *pulls out a chakram while staring at Riptide*

Glory: Deathy. No.

Deathbringer: Deathy Yes.

Glory: *kisses Deathbringer* Deathy No.

Deathbringer: *stares at Glory* Deathy Yes.

Deathbringer: *attacks Riptide*

*Peril and Clay appear*

Peril: So, only 97% of the Sandwings are dead. That's not so bad.

Clay: Peril....

Peril: *sees Sunny*

Peril: YOU!!!!*attacks Sunny*

Hosts: *sit back and watch while eating popcorn with peril290*