PLASTIC BAG: HOW IT ALL BEGAN

Chapter nine

( next chapter on allosaurus, last on dire wolf)

I started to put my diabolical plan to action. I fixed my club, and got a brand new shiny hatchet that was made out of metal. Upgrade! I went down to the beach and looked for those blasted Dino’s again, and there they were! Happily grazing at berries. How dare they relax when they know I’m their arch nemesis.

I crept up to the stegosaurus and then WABAM! I hit one in the face with my club extremely hard. I kept on hitting it, then it finally toppled over. The other two were coming, and I started to hit the last remaining female. The only male was on me, and I was at dangerously low health. I had to introduce my new hatchet now. “ meet…” I said into its face “ MY HATCHET!” I sliced it in the face, and just like that it fell dead.😵

I was sad, because the original stegosaurus I tamed was female, and now the two about to be tamed were also females. At least I would have more tames. The night started to close in on me and the unconscious Dino’s, so I built torches around us to stay warm and see. Then some annoying compys, raptors, and dilos come up and start to nibble at my to be tames. I easily kill all of them with my new handy tool and wait. Then guess what. THAT DARN CARNO SHOWS UP AGAIN. I had to leave my poor unconscious stegosaurus and flee to survive. I was so mad.

The next day I decide to see what’s beyond in the woods on one side of my territory. I take my stegosaurus and Lucy ( my female raptor) for protection. I see many strange animals I have never seen before. I hear a distant buzz, then look to see a mega sized wasp is ATTACKING A TEENY TINY BRACHEOSARUS. it was insane. I was thinking surely the Dino would win against a bug. I was wrong. That thing killed the dinosaur and ATE IT. Then it looked at me. And like usual, I ran. I slept under my covers that night thinking I had a some sorta bug curse .

The Terrible Demise Of Tortuga

Chapter five: Again and Again

-By SunnyFox57

Originally released sometime in January, 2024. Now rewritten and reposted January 10th, 2026)

The water around Aaron’s boat was calm along the sides of the boat in a way he knew couldn’t be trusted. It stretched endlessly, going on for miles, dark and glassy and reflecting the sky with a almost mocking serenity. He stood at the helm, one hand resting loosely against the wheel and the other braced against the worn wood railing. The boat knew him probably more than any other person did. They’d been through thick and thin together from the very beginning of his journeys. It probably knew him more than he knew himself.

He’d sailed these routes so many time that sometimes it felt that even the sea too anticipated his movements. But he knew better than that. The ocean cared not about him, nor any other man. It had evolved over time, growing wilder and skittish the more it expanded. It had learned that it couldn’t trust anyone. Not the men who roamed it’s surface nor the men who went below. Not the creatures alongside or in it. Not the pieces of land and structures that depended on it to survive. It was all alone. It’d forgotten what it once was.

Aaron exhaled slowly, letting his eyes drift to the horizon as Tortuga faded behind him. This job was supposed to be simple. In and out. No complications. What was what Dante has promised, at least. Then again, Dante had promised a lot of things over the years didn’t always quite pan out. The thought pulled a half-smile from Aaron’s mouth. He hadn’t thought about it in years, not consciously anyways. It hadn’t been a pleasant experience, back then, whenever he’d first met the man. In fact, it still wasn’t. It wasn’t something he could look back on and find funny, or ever tell his children or grandchildren. He’d been young back then. Too young to understand what fear was. To understand the darkness that tore at the edges of the world, ready to swallow it at any moment. Too young to understand how far a person in love was willing to go. Or not go.

He swallowed and tightened his grip on the wheel. It was better to not think of such things. There was no use in bringing up the past. Its not like it was part of the present. The dock of the far shore was slowly coming into view, its wooden planks jutting out from the shoreline like broken teeth. Gulls screeched and circled for scraps along the edge of the beach.

As Aaron pulled into it, he spotted Dante Schwartz. The man was perched on a few crates, legs swinging back and forth in a nervous manner, his head tilted upward. He looked older than Aaron remembered when last seeing him. Then again, everyone he’d known in his youth had been seeming that way recently.

“Surprised that you’re actually here! I half expected you to not show at all.” Aaron calls, as he hops onto the dock, boots thudding softly against the wood. Dante huffs a laugh at that. “Yeah well, I debated it.” He clambers to his feet and walks over to his..”friend”, gloved hands tucked into his pockets.

“You never could make up your mind at anything.” Aaron chuckles, reaching out to firmly shake the man’s hand. “So where’s your little buddy?”

Dante shakes his head and steps backwards toward the crates behind him. He scoots a few of them aside, to reveal a metal reinforced crate. On first glance it looked empty. But then there was a slight shift and two yellow beady eyes peered out. Its scales were a dark silver color, the only flecks of color were dotted along its horns and snout and snout. Aaron lets out a low whistle, kneeling in front of the cage and pressing one hand tentatively against the bars. The shadowmane makes no move to hiss or even change positions at all.

“So you were telling the truth.”

Dante kneels beside Aaron. “Aye. He’s the last one. Nobody wanted the poor thing, they all said he looks sickly. Absolute bonkers, in my opinion. He’s just a tad bit shy, that’s all.” He pats the cage fondly.

Aaron glances up away from the shadowmane and at Dante, studying him for a minute.

“If you care about him so much,” He says finally, standing up slowly. “Why give them away?”

Dante’s shoulder slump and he sighs, fidgeting with his gloved hands in a act of slight agitation.

“Because..I’m tired, Aaron. I’m tired of waking up, afraid of my own creatures. Of wondering if somehow…someway they can see what I am. I’m tired of being scared that one of them will someone break out of its cage and strangle me to death.”

Aaron says nothing, so Dante continues.

“I want out. I need something normal. Anything normal and predictable. Bloody hell, I’d even settle for being a taxi. Traffic, weather, crazy people..at least I know how that type of danger works. I’m tired of constantly looking over my shoulder. I just can’t do this anymore. I’m tired. Aren’t you?”

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“Aren’t you?”

The question lingers somewhere in the back of Aaron’s mind as he sailed back towards Tortuga, even after finishing up with the transfer. The shadowmane had made no complaint or struggle being loaded onto his boat.

Yes, he was tired. Why wouldn’t he be? Everyone in his line of business grew tired eventually, especially if they’d been through what he had. He’d thought about quitting, many many times but…he just couldn’t seem to. He had never learned to quit. This was his job and his duty, and to abandon it now would quite frankly destroy any that was left of his sanity.

The return trip was quiet. The only sound was that of the waves shifting and a occasional bird passing by. By the time he reached Tortuga, the sky had dimmed to a bruised purple coloring. If he had to guess, it was almost seven o clock.

A peacekeeper, Helen, was already standing out on the docks, her hands on her hips. “I was beginning to think you’d gone off and died at sea without telling me.” She snorts dryly, as he hops down from the boat onto the dock. Aaron grins, as he ties it down.

“Sorry to disappoint. I’m surprised to see you here. Isn’t it Zooey’s shift today?”

Helen crosses her arms, watching him with narrowed eyes as he grabs the metal crate and hauls it forward. “Yes, well, she was posted at the city square with Paul today, since it’s a bit more..busy.”

Her gaze flickers from Aaron to the crate and then back again. Her mouth tightened, not quite in disapproval but not quite curiosity either.

“And what,” she begins flatly, “Is that supposed to be?”

“My new best friend.” Aaron says easily, shifting the crate’s weight against his hip.

Helen snorts at that. “Funny. What is it? Please tell me it’s not another Tyrannosaurus rex.”

“No..it’s a shadowmane, Helen. I learned my lesson last time.” Aaron chuckles, continuing to walk down the dock, boots echoing softly against the dock as the metal crate squeaks faintly.

“You know the rules, Buckleshoot.” Helen says, falling into step beside him, blonde braid swinging slight back and forth in the wind. “Anything with too much teeth, claws, attitude problems or violent tendencies gets shipped away back to where it came from.”

“This shadowmane doesn’t bite or claw. According to his old owner, he is quite timid. He won’t cause trouble.”

Helen sighs. “That’s what you always say, Buckleshoot.”

“Yeah well, I mean it this time. He won’t cause trouble.”

Helen studies him for a long moment, then sighs in a tired way that had nothing to do with her shift.

“Everyone’s suddenly bringing more trouble into this city lately,” she grunts. “More creatures. Unexpected arrivals. Etcetera. When will it ever end?”

Aaron snorts softly, as they near closer to his home. “Tortuga’s always had trouble, Helen. We just pretend we’re surprised when it shows up in more prominent ways.”

She huffed a laugh at that, shaking her head.

“Get it settled,” she says finally. “Then fill out the paperwork, unless you want another deceased animal on your hands.

Aaron smiles faintly. “Goodnight to you too, Helen.”

~~

To say that Paul was mad was an understatement. A HUGE overstatement. He was mad plenty of the time, in a calm resentful way, but right now…he was absolutely furious. The time had blown by after he helped the Peterson kids and then Elizabeth to their homes, him barely noticing or thinking about anything else. He couldn’t even remember relinquishing his post for the night. Adrenaline pushed him forward, as he angrily made his way through the city and towards Mrs. Lois’ house.

He felt like a ballon just waiting to burst or even a ticking time bomb counting down, as he finally reached the door. Paul rapped on it loudly with a closed fist. He knew that she was home. She’d probably closed up shop right after the kids went home, knowing her.

Sure enough after a few seconds, the door slid open a crack, Lois’ brown eyes peering at him narrowly. He wasted no time or energy trying to conversate after that, simply pushing past her and the door, into the room.

“Well, come in. I’m always happy when I have a unexpected guest burst through my door.” Lois says dryly, shutting the door.

“Oh, please. Don’t throw that nonsense at me. You knew I was gonna be coming here the moment that you started messing around.”

Lois sighs and gestures toward the two cups and teapot on the counter. “Tea?”

Paul’s only response was a glare. She sighs again and takes one into her hand, filling it up and then hobbling over to the living room. “At least take a seat for our conversation.”

Reluctantly he does as she says and sits down on one of the armchairs across from hers, still fuming.

“So, why are you here?”

“Don’t play coy with me!” He snaps. “I’m here because you broke our deal. You messed with the children.”

Lois sips at her tea slowly for a moment, then sets it down with a clink.

“What do you mean? I didn’t break our agreement at all. The poor child suffered from a mild spout of dehydration—”

“Don’t lie to me, witch!” He finally snaps, one hand balled into a fist, slamming into the table in front of them. A dull thud resonates through the room for a moment. Lois’ purses her lips in disapproval.

“Please don’t call me names. I am not a witch, nor anything of the sort and I do not appreciate being named such things as insults. I did not hurt the Peterson girl. Believe it or not, i would not hurt a child intentionally. That isn’t who I am.”

“I don’t CARE who or what you are!! We had an agreement! You leave me, Aaron and the rest of the people from this town alone and we leave you alone to do whatever you are up to!”

Lois regards him steadily, wrinkled hands folded in her lap.

“I’m afraid you misunderstand the nature of our agreement.” She says calmly. “I agreed not to interfere with you or your little friends. Not to completely blind myself.”

Paul lets out a sharp and humorless laugh at that. “You can’t just twist the semantics! You. Owe. Me.”

“I don’t owe you nothing. If anything, you owe me everything. Again, I didn’t hurt the Peterson girl. She was suffering from dehydration.”

Paul leaned forward in the chair, jaw clenched. “So the girl just collapsed all of the sudden? At YOUR shop? And you expect me to believe that was just coincidence?”

“Look Paul-” She began, reaching out to touch his palm. He instinctively pulls away immediately, expression darkening further.

Lois catches the cue and sighs, going back to sipping at her tea again, expression softening a tad bit.

“I don’t expect you to believe anything I say, Paul. But there ARE things greater than you and me. Whoever Fate chooses is beyond us. Certain doors are going to open for that girl, whether I touch them or not. You know what I mean. You’ve seen it happen before.”

There was a pause after that, silence stretching uncomfortably through the room, the only sound being the clock ticking faintly.

“I hate this. I hate you. I hate this place. I hate this belligerent world. How can we stand it? How can you stand it?” Paul finally says quietly, massaging his forehead with one hand.

“Patience. One day something good will come of this world or some of its people. One day we will be free to live in a world that won’t discriminate others. One day…we’ll all be free.”

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Author’s note:

This chapter is a lot shorter than most others of the reboot have been/are going to be, and I do apologize for that but i can’t say it wasn’t for a reason

"Chapter-one anglerfish"

The angular fish is swimming in the sea once there was a human in the sea and that human was basically food because flesh and food rhyme and then the angular fish was swimming after him he was trying to run in water the human but... The human was lucky The angular fish wasn't...the angular fish was training for speed... and then he caught the human And he was full finally... But there are more like a team, and they almost died. Because they weren't speeding because they didn't speed at all they didn't have any power ups and they had to eat cooked meat the healed up and had some levels in them but on the bright side? No one died no one dead at all Basically they have been leveled up because... They had more levels than EVER! But there was one twist, there were super slow. The anglerfish caught them, there was a right twist, actually, the angular fish was Next to their base... But they were eating the base

secretly there was an angler fish tamed, but he was stuck to a wall.... (By the way, that was the end.)

I infact didn’t bring enough arrows and ended up knocking it by punching. NEVER GIVE UP!!!

Dodo tales (s1 ep4) the last few episodes are In the snail thing, allosaurus, and ammonite sections.

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Eventually they came to a large house of mostly stone in the middle of the forest.

"Well, this is it" his new friend said as he flung open the door. Before stepping in, he thought "what if this is a trap?" So he asked "how would it benefit you to save me?"

"I needed someone to.... help me with something " he replied. Then he remembered the conversation they had on the way here.

"Can we please get it over with!?" He asked

"Sure"

"Oh and By the way, if it involves me getting killed, then count me out."

10 minutes later, he found himself sitting on a couple pillars. "Stand up and wave your arms a little!" He heard the man shout at him

"What is wrong wi-" he was cut off by a massive footstep, not too far away.....

Plz put down name suggestions for the main character in the form of tips. I'm really tired of saying: he said, he asked, he ran, he found, he saw, I think you get the idea

The beast wars p4

So jack had just stopped squealing like a fan girl when she meets her hero for the first time, and went back to business and try to figure out what was in the egg “ a carcar, a stego, maybe a giga mmm a megalosaurus maybe” said jack “yuty” said berry “what!” A yutrannis” replyed berry “how do you know” said Eldon “in my birth pack I was the best at figuring out what’s in an egg” said berry “once I saved the whole pack from a giga” “good gravy” said jack “oh gravy sounds so good right now” said berry “well that’s good cause it seems like we will be eating some hart gravy with a yuty at our disposal”

P5 coming soon in next Dino

The Surface - Chapter One (this is a few years after the prologue) Prologue is in Achatina, next will be in Ankylosaurus.

Jasper saw a basilisk in each of his dreams. It told him about the Surface, a dangerous region of Aberration. It told him to travel there. Upon waking, Jasper found the Rock Drake that he had hatched years back. They had grown to be good friends. Jasper said, “Hookfang, will you travel to the Surface with me?” Hookfang, who had also been experiencing dreams of the same kind, agreed.

The Island- chapter VI

Marcel eyed the white and gray parasaur eating undergrowth about 100 feet away, with club in hand and bola in other. It was now day six on the mysterious island, and Marcel had spent the majority of yesterday recovering from his injuries and then setting out to tame a parasaur. He had tried to tame it like he had tamed Magnus, who was back in his home curled up in Marcel’s sleeping bag. Marcel had offered some purple colored berries to the parasaur, who had gladly taken them but ignored Marcel afterwards. He had tried again several times to no avail, and by that point it was too dark to see anything, even with his newly crafted torch he had made last night.

Now, as the parasaur grazed, Marcel thought back to his wild plan he thought of yesterday. He wondered if maybe he could knock out the parasaur and feed it berries until it woke up. He tried that very early that morning and it was promising, but the parasaurs on the Island were too fast and he couldn’t catch up. So he crafted a bola out of rope and rocks. How he knew how to craft one Marcel didn’t know, but he made one and was eager to test it out. Now, lying down in the bushes, he stood up and swung the bola over his head, trying to get enough momentum with the rocks. Then he ran over to the parasaur and threw the bola at its legs, praying it would work.

And it did. The bola wrapped itself around the dinosaurs legs and trapped it. Then Marcel took out his club, made from a thick stick and hide wrapped all over it, and began beating the creatures head with the crude weapon. The parasaur honked, but couldn’t get away. And then it dropped. Marcel thought he had killed it at first, due to how many times he hit the creature, but he see ut was breathing. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then held his hand out to see if it would take food. The creature weakly lifted its head, but didn’t take any food. So Marcel waited…and waited…and waited…

Finally, the dinosaur accepted the food, and again after a few more minutes. And then, it pushed itself up to its feet, and looked down at Marcel. He now had domesticated a parasaur. He walked backwards slowly, and the parasaur followed him. He decided to call the parasaur ghost, due to his coloration, and Marcel and Ghost set off back to their house…

Marcel spent the rest of day six and part of day seven stitching together a saddle for Ghost. Made from hide, fiber, and a little bit of wood, Ghost now had a saddle, complete with pouches and bags for carrying recourses or items, and straps on the right side where Marcel could strap an extra spear. It took some time for Ghost to become comfortable with being ridden, but once he was tame he became a reliable mount he could run for long distances and carry a lot of weight. During the late afternoon of day seven, Marcel began making large torches to place around his house. Day eight was spent making storage bins to store items and tools in, and he also made a mortar and pestle, where he learned he could ground up flint and stone to make a much better firestarter he dubbed sparkpowder. Day nine, however…Marcel was not ready for what occurred on day nine…

Check Andrewsarcus for chapter V, and chapter VII will be released in ankylosaurus

The Obelisk

-Chapter 5- Last chapters were in Achitna, Allo, and other tamables in alphabetical order

-written by Moon

Curled up on his ledge, Forest gazed down at his two sleeping sisters on the moss covered floor below them. The basilisks voice filled his head, and he couldn’t chase it off.

Fjordur needs you…

You will save the world…

How? Forest caught himself thinking. How could I save the world, of all creatures? I’m just a silly juvenile Rock drake that’s spent most of his day playing hide and seek and being teased by his sisters.

And… how could I save the world from down here? He glanced at his sisters, breathing deeply in their sleep. I… I couldn't leave them.

Even if you had to save the world? He could hear the basilisks whispers much too clearly.

Forest slammed his eyes shut. With all these words and thoughts and… WORRY in his brain, sleep was a long ways away.

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Forest was startled awake. His sisters were muttering sleepily, shifting in their spots, mother and father were in the next cave over, but he could hear sleepy mumbles and sighs coming from them as well.

Should I leave?

Forest sat up quietly at the thought.

Like, right now?

I have to save the world, apparently.

But my family…

Forest slid off his ledge, making a final decision. He breathed in deeply, and padded down the cavern hall to their study room. Small glow worms wiggled on the walls around him. He slowly made way into the smallest cave, which he could barely squeeze into.

In the cave, was a small plant.

It was the first and only plant Forest had ever seen. That was one thing his sisters would tease him about. His name. Forest.

He was a walking joke, in the dark, leafless caves. But when he found this plant, the adults let him keep it alive.

Carefully he tore the largest leaf off the plant, trying not to hurt any other part. He turned and walked another cavern. The one where he and his sisters would burn rotting sticks. He grabbed a chunk of charcoal from the floor and scraped a note acrossed the leaf, writing:

Gone to save the world. Can’t explain now. Be back soon, stay safe.

love you guys.

-Forest

Stars Of Hope: Spirits Of The Stars

Chapter 3: A Night Of Wonder

A human woke up silently and yawned it was night ‘hm… this is not normal for me to wake up at night oh well…’ they thought getting up from their bed. They went to grab their supplies for this night they grabbed a few spears, a shotgun, some ammo for the shotgun, some food, and some armor. They walked out of their stone base and breathed in the night air silently and walked into the woods.

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Cloud and Jungle waited patiently for the wolf to get back to the place they heard some footsteps, “those are human footsteps “ Cloud whispers to Jungle they hid in a bush and watched a human walk by they held their breath as the human walked a bit closer. The human had stopped looking at the bush seeing something Cloud got ready to sprint away Jungle had slithered out of there already Cloud held her breath and sprinted to where Jungle went…

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The human looked at the bushes seeing a pair of eyes then saw a white tail in the bushes then it disappeared. They sighed, “I dont know what those were but I hope its not any of the creatures that my father had hurt in the past or scared them…” they say their voice a female. She sighed and went to go get some berries for her dodo at home. She got berries and headed back home to see two creatures knocked out in-front of her base. She turned her head to see her brother, “Look! Silinia I knocked out this baskilisk and sabertooth!” Her brother said happily, “Jake…. Why?” Silinia said with a sigh as the two talked the creature’s were gone they had woken up and ran away….

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