#he waits until the real heather is out on patrol then goes into the camp

[autumndragon]

remember in "heather report" when astrid disguised herself as heather to steal back the book of dragons from alvin? imagine in rtte season 2 they try it again to steal something from the hunters' camp, like maybe some maps they need to locate all the hunter bases, but this time instead of astrid it's hiccup.

it just seems so funny to me like they discuss who it's going to be, and obviously fishlegs and snotlout are out, nobody would buy that. ruffnut & tuffnut are disastrous at undercover missions, so they're out too. astrid would be the best choice but oh-oh, she just so happens to be back at berk and it's a time sensitive matter so... hiccup it is!

(also because if astrid was here she'd tell them what an awful dumb plan this is)

(the plan works)

[six-of-brides]

Wretched And Divine: FEAR Transmission 1: Stay Close

Co-writer: @x0-emoidiot-x0​

Person we reached out to for help (I have no idea what else to call them) @anxiousreject​

Heather

As I creep silently between the tall stone buildings of the FEAR headquarters, I try to be as quiet as possible. I can pretend to be here for other reasons, but if they knew my true intentions, they’d be after me for sure. There would be no chance of survival.

I hope my kin made it out after running away... Did they find someplace safe? Did someone take them in? Someone who is on our side? Someone who can help them stay safe? There’s no guarantee I’ll be able to tell without seeing it myself. Right now, I do not have time for that. I have a mission, and I’ll worry about them after. I’m already on a tight schedule, and I can’t figure out where they are right now. Right now, worrying is time I don’t have. All I can do now, is hope and pray they’re safe.

“Can I help you, miss?”

I freeze in my tracks.

Play it cool, Heather

“Yes, actually. I need to know where the army is. I have some information on the Wild Ones. I need to get that into their database.”

traitor, traitor, traitor I think to myself.

No, that’s not true. Think of your goal. Find the army’s whereabouts. Get the information to Prophet. Don’t get caught

“Do you know anyone that works with the rebels?”

“No.”

Of course you do. Your husband is probably off wreaking havoc on their forces

“Do you work with the Wild Ones?”

I mock offense. I think I took a cue from my daughter.

Good lord, I miss her.

“How dare you say such blasphemy! Of course I do not work with those traitors!”

You don’t know if he’s alive. For all you know, he died in a hole underground the minute you turned your back on him.

I guess that’s a lie. I do take information to them so they know what to do. Tonight, I’ll try and get some answers. I’ll ask the Wild Ones what they know about the location of my husband and daughter at the moment. I just hope they know something. They might know about Abigail, but you’re never supposed to give your real name as an adult, they probably won’t know anything else. 

“Wherever Abigail is, my husband is never too far away.” I remind myself.

I’m a spy, I don’t pretend to join the side of FEAR. As far as my parents are concerned, I’m asleep right now, when I’m actually out past curfew stealing information.

If only you could see your little girl now

Suddenly, I hear a voice over an intercom, meant so only the others working here can hear it, I know from the last few times I’ve been here. I get out a pad of paper that I find lying around. This will tell me their next plan of action, I can get it out to the Wild Ones, let them know what they need to do next. I listen closely and prepare to take in the next words I’m about to hear.

“We expect a battle for humanity is about to begin. With each uprising, a fake sense of safety will ignite in you, an unseen shadow will slip from doubt towards those who protect you and defend you. But the thoughts slip away, and remain calm. Stay close to FEAR. Only we can protect.”

The information on this loudspeaker is all bullshit meant to keep the soldiers of FEAR in check, so they don’t question their positions. This is their only way of knowing what they’re going to do. 

They expect a rebel attack soon, they could be ready for anything. They don’t say anything about moving into what they suspect is rebel occupied territory, but they are talking about the battle in general. This means they most likely expect an attack on their end, so they are prepared to defend.

I have to get this information out to The Prophet. A lot of running, even more quiet. I can’t be seen or heard by anyone. Once again, if I get caught, I get killed. 

“Ah, Heather. Thought I’d find you here.”

Are there more people up this time of night?

“Why are you here?” It comes out more sharply than I intended.

His horns bang on the door. I restrain the laugh.

He looks at my arm. The ink is showing.

His mask prevents any emotion coming out of his face, but I can still feel the disappointment.

“Still haven’t gotten that removed.”

“I don’t feel the need.”

“You know tattoos are a surefire ticket to hell.”

Pretty sure the Bible was referring to pagan symbols, but okay. I guess.

He goes, and I can finally breathe easily.

I get the file I need. It lists all the supplies at FEAR’s disposal for battles. Quietly putting it in my coat, I sneak out.

I start walking quietly through the hallways and corridors of the main building before I sneak out the door and through the gates. From there, I start walking back in-between the buildings. I need to be extra quiet here, because the guards always patrol these areas, looking for people like me.

I see one walking in my direction, and I instantly duck into the shadows. They can’t see me here, or at least, I don’t think so. The guard keeps walking this way and looks into the shadow. My heart is beating hard, so loudly that it’s the only thing I can hear. This calms down when the guard turns away and keeps walking.

“Are the supplies here?” He says to someone else I can’t see. I scramble for my paper.

“Yep. We got ‘Em good the last time. Thanks to Deviant. Then we knocked him out and killed the bastard.”

knew he was no good, that traitor. Glad he’s gone

“We can’t let them get away. They’re planning something. I can feel it.”

“We should go there now.”

The guard shakes his head. “We only have slightly more soldiers than they do. We need to wait.”

“I desperately want them in Hell now.”

“So do I. But if we go now, we won’t accomplish doing God’s work in getting rid of these Heathens.”

When the guard is finally out of sight, I walk away and keep walking until I get closer to the outskirts of the city. At this point, I just start running. I don’t need to be quiet anymore, but I do need to be fast. This information needs to get to them as quickly as possible, so they can plan their next steps carefully with as much time as they can get.

The roads begin to fade into vast amounts of sand. Nothing but sand and dirt now. Definitely getting more out into the desert. I run faster until I run out of breath. When I stop to take a breath, I look up and see the rebel camp in front of me. I’m getting closer. I keep running until I reach Prophet’s tent, the largest one around.

I walk in and see him staring into space. Somehow, his lipstick has been unaffected by the sand.

“Prophet.”

He quickly jumps up and grabs a knife before he notices it’s me.

“Oh, thank God. It’s just you.”

“I’m just as scared.”

“I’m not frightened.”

lies

“FEAR isn’t planning an attack, but they’re prepared for us to attack them. You don’t have to prepare for their immediate presence, but you need to prepare for what may come from attacking them. And here..” I hand over the file to him “is a record of what they have. You actually have an advantage on recourses in a few areas.”

He looks as if he may now be scheming a plan for their next battle. I hope everything goes well for them, they’re our biggest hope to defeat FEAR.

“Also, on a side note. Your makeup game is on point.”

Thank you.” He blushes. He actually blushes.

I guess he’s not used to it.

“I still remember everyone’s comments.”

There’s a pause of silence.

“People suck.”

“I know.” He says.

Another pause.

“Anyway, thanks again.”

I decide to ask him about my husband and daughter.

“Hey, um..can I ask you a favor?”

He closes the file and looks up at me.

“Sure. What is it?”

“I need you to find someone. Black hair that’s shaved on one side, narrow face, blue eyes..”

“Savior’s with us.” Prophet grins. “Abigail looks like her father.”

“She does.” My smile grows bigger.

I go through the information in my head.

They’re here, fighting alongside them. My husband has taken on a new name, he goes by Savior, Abigail kept her real name. I breathe a sigh of relief. 

“You can see them, if you want. I don’t think there’s anything Savior wants more than to see you.”

It’s so tempting. Even a week apart is unbearable. But I can’t.

I wish I had time to talk more, but I have to hurry back. I have a bigger chance of being caught in the day, and my parents will at least get suspicious if they find that I’m not home.

I start running again until I get back into the city. I don’t have to be as sneaky, but still have to be quiet. There are still people willing to report me for being out so late. I keep walking, ignoring the pain in my feet from doing so much walking and running until I get back home.

When I reach the house, I decide to sneak in through my bedroom window. I’ll wake someone up if I sneak in through the door instead. I get inside, close the window, and check the time. Two-fourty-five. About four hours until the sun comes up. That leaves me with plenty of time to rest.

I can do less worrying about where they are, but now I’m worried about what’s going to happen to them during battles. Abigail’s just a kid, they probably wouldn’t have her fighting, but now that they have “Savior” as a soldier, he could get hurt easily. I don’t know if he’s just a normal soldier, though. After all, he does have those powers. New ones, even. That would put him in a higher position than before, greater risk of being captured.

Then my thoughts get the best of me.

The FEAR officials have always wanted to get their hands on one of the Wild Ones’ higher-ups. They want Prophet because he’s the leader, but they claim that any one of them would work. I‘m even more worried about what could happen to them. Well, I can rest easy knowing that they’re alive and with someone trustworthy…