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So… Being evil had been… a very bad experience for Spyro. He had been controlled and hurt. It was a nightmare.
But his friends had saved him and restored his light! He was no longer under the control of Strykor, Kaos was locked up, (hopefully for a long while), and kaossandra was freed from her own evil spell.
However, now he really needed to heal from everything. He was tired and weak, he would have nightmares about Strykor using him to hurt (and sometimes kill) the people he loved, and he would have panic attacks. Of course, when he had panic attacks, he would go into his room and turn on the TV. That way nobody could hear him hyperventilate or sometimes… cry.
He wanted to get back to being cool, awesome, incredible hero Spyro! Hero’s didn’t cry. Hero’s got over bad things quickly, and never let it bother them… But then not all heros were fourteen.
Eon had immediately become more protective of him. He was his dad after all. Even if he had been kidnapped by Kaos and had his light taken because of his whole “What about my real family” spiral. Even if he still longed to know who his real birth parents were, he had Eon, and Eon loved him. A lot apparently, as since he had been healed, Eon was constantly coming over. Checking up on him, bringing food, and sometimes they’d walk around the academy together.
But the protective part was how Eon would come over. He’d check up on him and everthing, but Spyro could see Eon glance at him in the corner of his eye, with this sad, worried look. Or sometimes when they sat to eat together, Eon would put a hand on his back, giving a sense of comfort. It made Spyro feel guilty in a way. That he made his father worry so much about him.
When Spyro had gotten his light back and defeated Evil Spyro, his friends immediately started to treat him like some baby. They’d do things like constantly making sure he’d eaten that day or had enough rest.
The worst thing they did… Was constantly check up on his feelings. Like, “Do you want to talk about anything? We’re here for you.” Or, “Feeling okay?” Or even worse, “Spyro we don’t expect you to be okay after everything and-“ Goodness they were all up in his business. He didn’t need to talk about anything!… Right?
Spyro sighed and let himself gently fall off of his beam in his room. Gently plopping onto his unmade bed. His room was messy. Cans of various sodas or energy drinks littered his desk, there were tissues on the floor, and a few plates from the earlier days of him getting his light back.
Those days had been… Pleasant. He had been running on straight panicked adrenaline when he had defeated Evil Spyro. So afterwards he had… just fainted… a little bit. Obviously that scared the hell out of his friends. When he woke up, they were all gathered around his bed. Then what happened had hit him. He laughed uncomfortably. Then they all told him about how they missed him, that they were sorry, and Eruptor said something about pea soup (??) and started crying.
He tried to calm them all down and tell them he was okay, but his voice was raspy. His throat hurt. Then he realised he was sick. He coughed a few times, and was going to tell them they should leave so they don’t get sick. But Jet-Vac knew what he was going to say and shushed him. They all had a sleepover that night, and surprisingly none of them got sick other than Pop getting sniffles.
Eon had stopped by as well. He brought some food Spyro liked and his famous tuna salad. He talked a little, but Spyro was too tired to completely take in what he was saying. Something about Kaossandra being worried about him, Kaos having hope to be good, and this dude with a ship? A race? That was really all he got. But he’d ask more about it all when he was better.
It wasn’t a bad cold either. He didn’t get stuffy, but he was very tired and his throat continued to hurt. He mostly slept those days off, and got better in less than a week.
When he got better he left his room. Eager to look around his house with his own eyes after a long while. When he did so, he immediately ran into Stealth Elf. She ran up and hugged him. Spyro could swear she was holding back tears. But he hugged her back. The others came into the room and joined. He still hated group hugs.
Spyro fished his phone out of his blankets. He opened up his camera roll and looked at some of his pictures. He hadn’t thought to look at it before, but he wanted to see some pictures from before everything. To make himself feel better.
However, when he opened it he was met by a few pictures of Evil Spyro with his friends. Acting as if he were Spyro himself. Spyro shot up in surprise and looked through all of them. He slightly remembered taking these? But it wasn’t him. It was the other him. The last year was terribly foggy. He could faintly remember a few things, but they were all tunnel vision. Dark and far away. It made him shudder.
Then, he heard knocking at his door.
”Hey Spyro? You awake?” It was Stealth Elf. His best friend.
He sighed and sat up straight on his bed. He tried to make it look like he was just looking at some articles online, he closed his camera app.
”Yeah, I’m up. You can come in.” He then fixed himself to look unbothered by anything he was seeing on the web. Cool, chill, hero Spyro.
She opened the door and walked in. She leaned on the edge of his bed. “So… Uh… The others and I have been thinking…”
This intrigued Spyro. Were they going to let him go on a mission? They hadn’t been letting him go out to fight villains and such. Saying he should just rest. Eon especially. He was really itching to fight crime.
“We’ve been thinking that we should all go on a mission together. Get a sense of normalcy, you know?-“
Spryo shot up into the air and did a spin. “Yes! Finally! Spyro’s back in the game! Haha!”
”Yeah okay man. It’s nothing crazy yet. You’re still healing.” She said as she crossed her arms with a smug look. “C’mon. Let’s go.” She walked out of the room.
”Yeah!” He said as he followed her out of the room excitedly.
Malefor looked at his claws. Head held high.
”I’ll find that dragon…and when I do, I’ll finally end that idiotic race!”
All Cynder could do was hope for the best…