Chapter 5: The New Monster Appears—Chocominion, the Flying Pterodactyl
The sun cast its bright glow down upon Breakfast Mountain as TripleTaco flew around on Sun. Triple’s morning routine included exercising his beloved dragon for thirty minutes in order to keep both of their muscles in prime condition. Later, the duo found themselves hiking down a deserted mountain path to burn off the toasted almond buns Toptoast had made for the two of them. Once the hike was over, TripleTaco sat down on a stump while Sun flopped onto his belly.
Meanwhile, in a brick castle at the top of Breakfast Mountain, ProfileForRWBY walked toward the throne room. He had been previously assigned to train with FettucCR. However, a meeting with the king had come up before then. As the only member of the Delicious Dessert Fleet presently in Toptoast’s jurisdiction, Profile had to represent his kingdom’s army. The Dessert Islands was the smallest kingdom in all of Feinschmecker. This is because it is a group of islands run by In8Space’s best friend, Queen Cookie. In place of In8Space, ProfileForRWBY was to meet with the king of Breakfast Mountain called Syrup.
“No, pressure,” said Profile, who stood in front of a golden throne with white cushions. “There is no pressure. In8Space trusts you to this. Therefore, you will do it. You will also stop referring to yourself in the third person right this moment.”
“Ahem,” scoffed a masked man. “Are you okay?”
“Ah, I’m fine!” yelled Profile, while quickly turning. “I mean. I am fine. Thank you for worrying about me.”
“No need to be so formal,” said the masked man. “We’re friends.”
“We are?” replied Profile. “I don’t remember meeting you.”
“I forgot!” thought the man. “I’m transformed right now. He doesn’t know I’m FettucCR.”
“Are you okay?” asked Profile.
Biting his fingernails in panic, the masked hero known as Captain Fettuc Ini tried thinking of a plan to distract Profile for long enough so that he could detransform. Unfortunately, King Syrup walked right in at the time moment Fettuc Ini was about to distract Profile. Even worse, the king knew who was under the mask.
“Hello there, Fett—“
“Captain Fettuc Ini,” said the masked hero. “I’m Captain Fettuc Ini. The masked hero who will win over all of the Dreaded Cookie Monster's evil in the name of the sky!”
“Why are you posing?” asked the king. “And why are you acting so weird?”
In response, the masked hero pointed at the back of ProfileForRWBY’s head. At this point, King Syrup was beginning to understand the situation. Before he could do anything though, Profile turned back around to face Captain Fettuc Ini in order to observe his style. The masked hero was wearing a red dragon wing shaped mask that covered half of his face, including the top of his nose. On the hero’s upper body was a red leather jacket with navy blue stripes on the sides. His lower body had matching red leather pants with the same navy blue stripe pattern. Profile also noticed the navy blue leather gloves Captain Fettuc Ini was wearing matched the highlights in his medium length black hair.
“Wh-why are you staring?” asked the hero.
“I’m sorry,” replied ProfileForRWBY. “I like noticing the fashion of others. I also wanted to know how you look so I could remember you from now on.”
“O-oh,” said Fettuc Ini, while slightly blushing. “You want to remember me?”
“Of course,” said Profile. “I’m going to consider you a friend and comrade from now on. Let’s get along!”
“Excuse me, Captain,” said King Syrup. “I have another meeting at twelve. May I please borrow Profile for a war meeting?”
“Sure,” replied Fettuc Ini, who shook Profile’s hand before leaving.
Back at the stump TripleTaco was resting on, a roar could be heard coming from the direction of Sky Fields. Without hesitation, Sun rushed to feet and started growling. The claws of the dragon were scraping across the ground as he clinched his muscles.
“Great,” said Triple, before taking out his laser gun. “One of the Dreaded Cookie Monster’s creatures is coming.”
Suddenly, a white chocolate Pterodactyl crushed the trees in front of TripleTaco. The giant bird was angrily staring down Triple with its red licorice eyes. In a rush of protective instincts, Sun leaped forward and tackled the creature onto its back. However, the Pterodactyl responded by kicking the dragon up against the side of the cliff the three of them were near.
“No,” said TripleTaco, as a terrifying memory flashed into his mind. “Leave Sun alone.”
Roaring in pain, the dragon flew back in front of his master to prevent the chocolate monster from attacking. Clawing at the creature’s beak every time it pecked, Sun began to feel tired from both his wounds and his earlier training. Despite this, the loyal dragon was not going to let his master be hurt.
“Sun!” screamed Triple, as the Pterodactyl wacked the dragon with his claw. “Leave him alone!”
“Fiend!” yelled Captain Fettuc Ini. “Leave my general alone!”
The masked hero used the long noodle whip he kept on his back to snap the Pterodactyl’s mouth shut. On the bright side, the chocolate minion was now distracted from hurting Sun any further. On the downside, it was now focused on pulling Fettuc Ini to ground. The hard dirt ground that did not give way when our masked hero was thrown onto it.
“Fettuc Ini!” screamed Triple, before firing his weapon. “Why are you hurting my friends?”
“Stop,” said Fettuc Ini. “You can’t beat that thing. I’ll take care of it.”
“How?” asked Triple. “Only a general or admiral has the power to destroy these monsters and I can’t. I’m a weak general whose friends are being beaten and I can’t do anything! If Profile were here he would transform and…Transform. He can transform! Fettuc, call him!”
“I can’t,” replied the masked hero. “He doesn’t know who I am and—“
“Who cares!” yelled Triple. “Were about to die!”
“Ah!” yelled Captain Fettuc Ini, as the chocolate beast broke his noodle whip. “Run. Run, Triple! Run!”
“Ha aaaaah!” screamed Triple, before Sun flew in front of his master.
This time, the dragon suffered from the hard whack he received with the loudest roar Triple had ever heard him make. The sound brought tears to man’s eyes. His beloved friend was suffering to protect a master that could not do anything in return to help. It frustrated him.
“Stop it!” yelled Triple, while pounding the ground. “Leave Sun alone!”
“Triple, you’re…you’re glowing,” said Captain Fettuc Ini.
“Leaver my friend alone!” screamed TripleTaco. “Magical master, charge up!”
With the magic words that had spontaneously came about in Triple’s mind having just been spoken at the high of Triple’s magical power pouring outward, a special event finally occurred for the hero. Inside a swirling orb made out of TripleTaco’s power, a magical transformation was taking place. Around his tan hands, an orange stream of light turned into wrist length leather gloves of matching color. His upper body was then surrounded with orange and black steams of light. They solidified into a leather jacket as black light on Triple’s feet solidified into leather boots. On his lower body, orange light solidified into leather pants of matching color. Next, the man’s long brown hair was bundled up as an orange light turned into a hair tie to hold together the ponytail that had been made. Then, a pair of orange goggles was formed on TripleTaco’s face. Finally, all of the magical power surrounding Triple minimized into a taco shaped badge on the right side of his chest.
“The general who protects and gives the sun’s warmth to all,” said the man. “Chief Master Sergeant Taco. Chocominion, I’ll destroy you!”
Captain Fettuc Ini: Oh, it’s on now! Chief Master Sergeant Taco is going to wreck that chocolate freak.
Roman: In other news, I will be giving a lesson to Knight Cupcake in the next chapter. Please read.
Captain Fettuc Ini: Way to interrupt me.
Roman: We already know Taco is going to kick that creatures a…butt.
Captain Fettuc Ini: Listen, tsundere spy. I don’t want to hear about a single misfortune that may or may not befall Knight Cupcake. Got it?
Roman: Oh, sure. Not a single misfortune will come of my meeting with Knight Cupcake. You, on the other hand, may have a falling out with him. After all, you have met him twice now. Right, FettucCR?
*The masked hero clinched his fist.*
Roman: Let’s not forgot all the people in the army who could just blurt out your name while Profile is bonding with his “new” friend.
*The masked hero tries to punch Roman.*
Roman: Nice try. I jump quicker than that, Masky Wasky.
Captain Fettuc Ini: Call me that again and I’ll knock the—
*A wild costar appears riding a fat red and navy blue dragon.*
Toptoast: Oi! Keep It PG you two. Why are you fighting anyway?
Roman: No reason. How are you on that dragon?
Captain Fettuc Ini: Are you blind? He rode it instead of flying it. Moron!
Roman: Hey! Watch your mouth, masquerader! I’m not the one who lied to his friend.
Toptoast: Boys, boys. What’s with all the tension? You’re taking the fun out of the preview! Don’t you think the chapter was intense enough?
Roman and Captain Fettuc Ini: Hmph!
*The duo cross their arms and turn away from each other.*
Toptoast: Oi, oi. You two need to cool it. You have never fought like this before. How would ProfileForRWBY feel, if he were here?
Captain Fettuc Ini: He’d hate that we were fighting.
Roman: He’d hate FettucCR was fighting. How do you know Captain Fettuc Ini matters to him.
Roman: Sorry. I apologize for bickering with you, Captain Fettuc Ini. I’m sure Profile cares about you already. That guy freaked when he accidentally bumped into me even though he did not know who I was. He cares both about new and old friends, whether they know they are his friends or not.
Captain Fettuc Ini: You’re right. Hah! I remember when he gave me a taco as a gift even though I had nothing to gift back.
Roman: Wait. He told some people that you…I mean; FettucCR gave him a laser arrow as a gift.
Captain Fettuc Ini: Yeah. After I freaked and spontaneously thought off that gift in about ten seconds.
Toptoast: There see. You two are already friendly with each other again. Now how about an announcement for the title of the next chapter? We’re already way over time.
Captain Fettuc Ini: The next chapter is titled “Fight for a Friend”. I look forward to seeing you all again. Please forgive my foolishness here today. I’ll…I’ll figure out how to keep Profile from getting by my stupid secret. For some reason, I just wanted him to think of a masked hero who could come to his defense at any time he needed. Even though…I…haven’t really…proven I can save him yet.
Roman: I’m sure you will. He’s your best. Geez! He ran an entire day just so he could spend it the way you wanted. You will find a way to tell him your secret.
Captain Fettuc Ini: Thanks.
Roman: Don’t mention it, Masky Wasky.
Captain Fettuc Ini: TSUNDERE!
*Toptoast rides off on the fat red and navy blue dragon.*