Snake (fanfiction)

This is a fanfiction belonging to Just a stupid idiot. Do not edit unless adding categories, fixing vandalism, or correcting spelling errors.
ill update this whenever i have time/feel like it
== Summary ==
frick it i'm not bothering with a proper synopsis and introduction for this one
== Cast of Characters ==
* Snake
* Duster
* Boil
* Sear
* more soon...
if anybody wants to make a page for these characters let me know, i'm too lazy to do it myself lol
== Story ==
Content Warning: This page contains large amounts of censored profanity.
(reminder to myself to update the warning once i add more)
=== Prologue ===
Two weeks earlier...
A quick two knocks sounded from the front door, interrupting our game of chess. Duster stood up from his chair and lumbered over to answer, but my eyes were still glued on the knight he had moved. When the front door opened, I turned my head to see a sleek but muscular middle-aged dragon standing in the frame, wearing a black helmet with the emblem of the Queen’s Guard embossed on the shell. It was Boil, our friend in the Army. He used to be part of our little group until he signed himself away some two years ago. Now, he only comes once in a while.
“What’s with you?” Duster asked Boil. I was no longer focused on our chess game. I shifted my chair toward the front door and took a look at Boil. He seemed concerned.
“Got some bad news for y’all,” he said.
“I’ve been dealing with bad news for the past two years, surely this can’t be worse than anything I’ve heard before. Come in, don’t stand out there like a f**kin’ idiot.”
“I can’t, Duster.” Another dragon stepped into view of the doorframe. It was another soldier, but his helmet had a large golden bar painted on top. At once, Duster’s posture stiffened. I sat up straight in my chair. The dragon was an officer. They didn’t usually come this far out but when they did, it meant something serious.
Boil inhaled. “We’re going to war with Blister and her side. I’ve got to go door to door tellin’ people to join up, do their part, you know?”
“You askin’ us to enlist?” Duster asked, his tail barb flicking.
“Y’all are able dragons. Army’s offering good pay for a fight that’ll last no more than a month, they say.”
“No more than a month?” Duster chuckled. “For what, a couple rations a week?”
“More than that. I promise you by the end of this war, everything’s gonna go back to normal.”
Duster was irritated, but he could not let out his frustrations in front of the officer.
“That’s what they been telling us for the past two years. I’ve nearly forgotten what it’s like to sleep peacefully without some platoon doin’ drills in the street and wakin’ up the whole block.”
“Are you gonna join us or not?” Boil asked sternly. “All you done before is complain and complain, and you’re still doin’ it now. I’m giving you an opportunity to make a change with your own talons. Just a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ will suffice.”
After a couple of seconds of thinking, Duster accepted the offer. “I’ve gotta do something new anyways,” he said.
Boil shifted his eyes toward me. “You gonna come along, Snake?”
“I dunno. I’ll think about it,” I replied.
“Well, you gotta think about it now. You ain’t only gettin’ paid by the Army; maybe Oasis herself will send a miracle your way for helping to get Burn, the rightful heir on the throne. That goes for all of us.”
I opened my mouth to reply. Only a sigh came out as I shook my head.
“Come on, it’ll just be a month. Quick in n’ out. You won’t be doing things you haven’t already done before.”
“Don’t be a coward, Snake,” said Duster.
“Alright, alright,” I gave in. “I’ll come along.”
=== Chapter 1 ===
It hadn't taken long for us to get ready. Barely a week after Boil had recruited us, we had gotten orders to move to the Stronghold for basic training. The sentry at the gate had been quick. Barely five words out of his mouth, and he pointed us in the right direction. We got some of those black helmets that everybody wears, and got our schedule soon after.
Rules at the camp were strictly enforced. 7 AM, wake up, get ready for the day. Twelve o' clock, head to the mess for lunch. Three in the afternoon, do drills for two hours. And so on. We were pushed almost to our breaking points, the sergeant made sure of that.
About a week into basic, I was starting to regret my decision. What if I died out there? But I didn't regret it for long. All I had to do was picture Blister's army attacking our homeland, and all doubt was gone. Duster was right, we had come here to make a change with our own talons.
It was hard to keep track of time. All the days seemed to be whirling together. Maybe about two or three weeks in, I was having lunch with Duster and another private I didn't know the name of. We sat in quiet for a few minutes, eating our less-than-appealing stew, when the other dragon spoke up.
"You two religious dragons?"
I stared at him.
"Used to be. Went to church with my dad while I was a dragonet." I told him. "Haven't had much time for it in the past few years, though, what with the political state of the world right now."
"That's not good."
"Is that a threat?" I said, raising my tail slightly.
"No, it isn't. I was simply referring to the fact that you'll probably die out there." said the soldier. I barely had time to process what he had said before he added, "Which would be quite sad, because you seem like good dragons."
And with that, he took a final sip of his stew and stood up, tipped his helmet at us, and walked away. I just stared at him as he walked outside, trying to figure out what he meant.
"Weird-a** f**kin' dragon." Duster said, shaking his head.
"The f**k did he mean we were goin' to die?"
"Ignore it. Probably wants us to convert to his religion or some stupid s**t like that. We're gonna be fine. The SeaWings are cowards. This'll be an easy fight."
"Not so sure 'bout that. You heard the news? Blister's trying to get the MudWings on her side."
"That's just a rumor. For f**k's sake, don't believe every tidbit of gossip you hear around the camp, Snake."
"Well, I don't think I'm cut out for fighting MudWings. The officers said this was gonna take a month. Other tribes are just gonna slow us down."
"Have you been possessed by a RainWing? We can easily defeat both tribes. Besides, it's up to the general, not me. We're just here to put the right heir on the throne, and we can't do that until Blaze and Blister are dead."
"But Duster, have you even met Burn? What makes you think that she'd be the best queen?"
"Are you saying treasonous things now?" he asked me threateningly, standing up. "Burn is a strong queen who will keep us safe from anything!"
"Bulls**t. She's plunging us into a war already, and she's not even queen yet."
"You son of a b**ch! I should report you to the drill sergeant right now!" Duster yelled.
"Calm down, soldiers. We're all on the same side here." said a junior NCO, walking over to inspect the commotion.
"Tell that to him."
"That's enough, private. You're causing a ruckus."
"He's saying-"
"I said, that's ENOUGH, PRIVATE! One more word out of you and you're getting court-martialed, IS THAT CLEAR?"
Duster looked like he wanted to wring the NCO's throat himself, but he let out a sigh. "Yes, sir."
"GOOD. Now, report outside. It's time for PT."
"Aye, sir." we said at the same time. Duster glared at me and stormed outside.
I wondered if I had just lost my only friend in this place.
=== Chapter 2 ===
A few weeks after that, we had graduated from the military academy. There was a huge ceremony and everything. They even had cake! Man, I hadn't eaten something good since well before the war started. Apparently, there were issues with the supply chain due to the military sucking up all the food and equipment. Ever since the conflict two years (or was it three? it was hard to tell how long I had been at the camp) ago, the little town we lived in had become practically deserted. Probably for the best, though, since the town wasn't as safe as it used to be. Fights were common, and there was always the risk of IceWing invasion.
Right after the graduation, Duster and I were placed into the 26th Infantry Battalion, Second Company. A sergeant told me that I'd be a part of a different platoon than Duster. Good riddance.
I looked through the seemingly endless barracks. In the past year, they had hastily set up these big camps for housing the new soldiers. Some lucky troops got to have a small cabin to themselves, but most dragons just got temporary tents. I had been told that my squad's housing would be in the southeast section of the camp, so I was looking for it.
I started to wish Duster was here, despite what had happened. We hadn't talked much since our fight at the mess hall a month ago. He was the whole reason I had even gotten involved in this war, and we weren't even going to see each other that often.
Finally, after a good five minutes of searching, I found where I was supposed to be. An officer was standing right outside a section of tents, wearing a bored expression. I walked up to him and saluted.
"At ease, private."
I dropped my talon. "Sir, I'm looking for the Second Company of the 26th Infantry Battalion."
"Well, you've found it. What's your name, soldier?"
"Snake, sir."
"Okay then, Snake. I believe you're in Platoon Charlie. It's that tent in the middle there." he said, pointing.
"Thank you, sir." I said, giving another quick salute and hurrying off to my tent. Maybe Duster would be in my platoon. That'd be nice. Or maybe it wouldn't. I thought back to the fight. I'd been having mixed feelings about him ever since then.
As I pulled the dull white canvas up, I scanned the tent. There were a few dragons inside. No Duster. Either he was in a different team or he just wasn't here. I spotted a staff sergeant standing near the tent's entrance and I went up to him. I saluted again. What's up with the army and saluting? My arm is going to get tired.
"At ease."
"Sir, have you seen a dragon named Duster?"
"I don't believe I have. He might be in a different group."
"Okay. Thank you."
Sighing, I continued looking around the tent. There were two long rows of beds on either side. Some were neat and clean, others were a total mess. I found one that seemed unoccupied and flopped down on it. Surprisingly comfortable, I thought. I turned myself over and stared at the top of the tent absentmindedly, debating on whether I should take a nap or not.
"Hello, again."
I looked to the side and saw a dragon standing next to my bed. Wait a second. This isn't just any dragon. I sat up. It was the same dragon who had prompted me and Duster to have our fight.
"Oh, great. You again."
He tilted his head at me. I started to wonder who this dragon was.
"You gonna say something?"
"I have nothing of substance to say."
"Well... what's your name?"
"Sear."
"Well, what brings you here?" I asked him, trying to have some sort of conversation.
"I'm here to fight for my country, same as you."
"Oh, come on. We both know that's bulls**t. Why are you actually here?"
"I have nowhere else to go." he said, still staring. I started to get uncomfortable.
"Uhh...?"
He remained silent. I started to inch away from him slowly and then laid down on my bed again, pulling my helmet over my face.
"Is this conversation over?" Sear asked.
"Go away."
"Very well."
=== Chapter 3 ===
"ON YOUR FEET SOLDIERS, WE ARE LEAVING!"
I was startled awake by the shouting of the sergeant.
Leaving? Already?
"You lot, report outside within three minutes. I'm counting!" he said, and then left the tent. Groaning slightly, I pulled myself upright and grabbed my helmet off the ground, which must've fallen off in my sleep. I stood up, shook the sand out of my scales, and left the tent where I found a few other soldiers lining up.
I spotted a few dragons lining up, and more were emerging from the tents. I spotted Duster, but he was in a different line. I don't think he noticed me, or if he did, he didn't pay me any attention.
As the last few soldiers from my platoon were walking over, Sear got in the spot right next to me. Great, this weirdo again.
"What do you want?" I whispered to him.
"Silent!" shouted an NCO.
What the hell are we supposed to do then? I thought. This army's gonna be the death of me. Figuratively and literally.
The NCOs talked among each other in hushed voices for a few minutes. I was about to ask for permission to speak when a lieutenant exited the small officers' tent nearby. The NCOs saluted him, and he saluted back. I strained my ears to try and hear what the officer was saying, but he was too far away. Eventually, he handed one of them a small scroll and nodded. He then turned to the rest of us. I stood up straighter.
"Alright, soldiers! We're shipping out!"
"Aye, sir!" we shouted in unison. The officer gave a nod of approval and I allowed myself a small smile.
"Follow me!" he said, taking off.
I spread my wings and took off, the rest of the platoon following. I spread out a little bit. They didn't expect us to fly in a line, too. I looked back and spotted the other two platoons joining up with us. All in all, there must've been about a hundred or so of us. The lieutenant peeled off and a different dragon took the lead. I didn't know him, but he seemed pretty important.
I looked to my right and saw Sear right next to me. I almost missed a wingbeat and fell out of the sky.
"Dammit! You can't sneak up on me like that!"
"Apologies."
I swear, this dragon was a ghost. I hadn't heard him at all. I sighed.
"You know where we're going?" I asked.
"I do not."
I turned to face another dragon nearby.
"Do you know where we're going?"
"Nah. The officers keep all our movements secret, in case there's spies or something."
"That... makes sense. Although I don't think I like that. I want to know if we're going to, say, the Ice Kingdom."
"We're not. We're heading east."
"Mmm. Alright, good talk."
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