Chuck E. Cheese's: where a kid can be a kid.
Where:
When: Near the end of week 2
What: Ruffnut's gonna die, come hang out with her before the inevitable end.
Warnings: Well death, presumably violence, creepy singing robots and rotten moldy anchovies.
The place was noisy and messy and kind of creepy.
It was perfect.
The only way it could be more perfect for Ruffnut was if it was a cold, dark, wet place. But she would take what she could get.
As much as she loved having a couple friends from her world around, Hiccup and Astrid could be impossible to tolerate sometimes. They were all over each other with disgustingly delicate touches and starring into each others eyes. Watching Astrid braid little twists of Hiccups hair made Ruffnut's insides churn with unfamiliar and unpleasant feelings.
Well...maybe not too unfamiliar. It felt alot like jealousy and that baffled her. She'd never been that jealous of Astrid before! Astrid was always stronger, smarter, and faster then Ruffnut. But so long as they were friends it didn't matter because that just meant people didn't expect as much from Ruffnut.
But now? Something had changed. Seeing them together struck Ruffnut in the pit of her stomach and reminded her that she was still alone in a way. They had each other but who did she have?
A ratty looking plush doll she'd modified to look like her brother.
She hadn't figured out where the off switch...if there was one...was for the mechanical singing monsters. So instead she sat in front of the stage in a inflatable pool full of brightly colored balls. the music wasn't really that bad if the machines weren't so creepy.
She had found some cans of anchovies but they were moldy and rotten. This used to never bother the girl with an iron stomach who had grown up eating preserved fish all her life...but Capitol food had spoiled her and now just the smell alone was enough to make her stomach twitch.
So this combined with her dislike of the creepy singing monster machines provided the perfect opportunity for Ruffnut to make a mess and she was flinging cans at the things from her ball pit. The cans would connect with one of the animals and spark before exploding all over the stage in a sizzling mess of little fish and juice. the bolts of electricity burnt the fish beyond recognition and arched along the dripping juices as they ran over the furry bodies of her targets.
The music did not stop, or even hesitate no matter how many cans she threw.
But the stench of burnt fish was better then watching Astrid fawn over Hiccup so Ruffnut made herself comfortable.

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