The PhobiaWings Fanfiction

=== Storyboard ===
The kingdom is thriving, and the people are happy . . . That is, until a strange dragon rocks the very foundation of the kingdom by waltzing in unannounced, declaring he’s Arachnophobia’s new king. Who is this newcomer, and can he be trusted? When his true intentions are revealed, Radiophobia and her friends will have to decide between ultimate power or possible death in a face off with their new enemy.
=== POVs: (Three to four only) ===
Radiophobia
Phobophobia
Atelophobia
(Ask before you add, Draga)
=== Writers: ===
Starscatter (owner)
Rain of the CloudWings (co-writer)
Kippec (co-writer)
Angel Of Madness 001 (idea provider/editor)
=== Prologue: Arachnophobia ===
The PhobiaWing Queen woke in the middle of the night, jumping from her bed. She held her head as she staggered into the hall. Something just...didn't feel right. Like she was being watched. She walked out onto the balcony just as dawn broke. What . . . 
A single cloaked dragon was walking towards the castle, hooded. Who IS that? Arachnophobia wondered. She blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes. When she opened them, it seemed like they had just disappeared. Vanished into thin air. Confused, rather than unsettled, Arachnophobia felt a presence in the room with her. The soft crunch of talons on her carpet, the faint wispy breaths they took. 
She whirled around to see the dragon that was just outside standing behind her. He had brown scales with large sharp horns, and his eyes had a particular look to them-it was almost like she felt lured into him, but at the same time, he had a conniving gaze. A locket gleamed on his neck, the red gem on it matching his eyes. After getting over her momentary state of panic, Arachnophobia started on her usual speech. “This is the palace. You are not welcome he—“ With a surge of speed she'd never seen before, the dragon leapt over to her and clamped her mouth shut with a sly smile. Despite her efforts, the queen couldn't utter a word, only growl angrily. She tried to stab them, but with a nimble movement they leaned over to whisper in her ear.
“Don’t try to stop me, queen bee.” 
She tried to stab him with her venom tipped claws again, but if quickly felt like she couldn’t move. Her muscles were screaming to move, every part of her was ready to bolt or attack or something, except for her brain. Arachnophobia felt almost paralyzed by him. Was it the way he smiled at her that did this? Or something in the air, perhaps. Soundlessly, he smiled and traced his talon along her jaw, taunting the queen while seemingly enjoying the process. A sound emanated from nearby, and by straining her ears, Arachnophobia could just barely make it out as a chilling laughter from this dragon. It couldn't be a good sign.
Suddenly, he grabbed her neck roughly, picking her up and easily tossing her over his shoulder with a brief muttering of words she didn't catch. Arachnophobia yelped, as words returned to her. Still, she felt unable to do anything against this dragon. She was at his mercy, which was something he seemed to be lacking. He brought her out to her balcony, where she'd first observed him outside the castle, and threw her over the edge. Arachnophobia's wings flopped to her sides, useless as she thought she was going to plummet and die. Despite not being afraid, she screamed anyway until what felt like nothing grabbed her and turned her upright.
She was brought to the balcony edge, and the dragon gently tilted her head to stretch her neck out closer. As they drew out a small vial and a syringe, Arachnophobia was slowly piecing things together. “You’re an animus,” She hissed. "Aren't you?" 
”Yes,” He said, slyly. Arachnophobia watched as he stuck the needle into the vial and drew up some kind of liquid. She couldn't begin to imagine what it was, but a strong part of her brain was telling her that whatever it was, it was going to be injected into her soon. 
"This kind of power, and you use it for what? What do you gain from torturing me? Needles are Trypanophobia's thing, not mine."
“That is something I don't have to answer," the dragon said, focusing on the vial and syringe instead of her. Arachnophobia growled, trying to lunge forwards, but she couldn't. She was helplessly held aloft, paralyzed above her balcony, her fate dangling in a shady stranger's claws. 
"I am Queen Arachnophobia. You will listen to me and answer me, by the power of Fear herself!"
"Well, Queen, I hope you're comfortable," the dragon set the now empty vial down and tapped the syringe a few times. "After all, this could be lethal if it misses. Perhaps this isn't such a bad last sight, hm? Either way, I suggest you don’t struggle.” 
Before she could respond, or even get any word at all in, the dragon swiftly stabbed the syringe into her neck with a tiny pain. After a moment, it was removed, and the effects began to set in almost immediately. Her vision blurred as she watched the dragon clean up everything, neatly placing the vial and syringe back in slots on their belt. Her insides felt like mush, especially her brain, as words slipped away from her. Her chest seized as breathing became impossible, and all air left her lungs. Her mind drifted away completely, just as the dragon was setting her back onto the balcony.
“You obey me now,” He told the now puppet-like queen. Arachnophobia's eyes, seeming glassy and glazed, looked deep into his own without seeing anything. She smiled lifelessly as his words took effect. 
“I obey you.” 
“Good.” He clenched his talon, helping her up. “Because I am your new king now, after all.”
=== Chapter 1: Radiophobia ===
WIP
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