Patchkey

I have made an unsettling mistake.

I should start off by saying this first -- I'm not obsessed. I don't have a problem. My love for collecting creepypasta dragons, or new hatchlings related to more well-known dragons, is completely harmless. For the most part, there have been no issues with it! No complications at all. Sure, the site might be a bit buggy, with the coliseum, feeding, and nesting grounds among some other things not working as they should be, but that's to be expected! It's not like I ever thought anything bad would happen. But, as they say, if you play with fire, you might end up getting burned.

Collecting numerous creepypasta dragons was perfectly fine when they were kept separate, but as soon as they moved next to each other I found out that by not moving them back to their original places, I had started a rather dangerous feud.

As it is to be expected, abnormal dragons do not like competition. And when there is competition, battles for dominance are always near. As soon as Esrever grew up, the child of the esteemed Visitor and Selene, he moved right next to 26. He had not shown any signs of being abnormal as a hatchling, as he either couldn’t or wouldn’t speak to me when his siblings were already talking, so it surprised me a bit when he had suddenly jumped positions. I was a bit stunned that this had been his first occurrence, but oddly happy. I had planned to write 26 a little blurb about him taking Esrever under his wing, and training him up. They were similar to each other. 26 would be the master, Esrever the student. Teacher and pupil, trainer and learner. I wondered if Esrever had moved of his own accord, or if 26 had coaxed him over there. Out of impulse, I popped into Esrever's bio to quickly write something upon about how proud of him I was. I stared at the pair for a few more moments, smiling to myself, before leaving the page to do something else.

Oh how I wish I had moved Esrever away while I still could.

The next day, I stared in horror at the scene which awaited me. Esrever had lost no less than half of his health. He was slumped in some position that was between the normal male Tundra position, and the defeated dragon pose in the coliseum. Scratches and burns littered his body, patches of his once sleek coat missing, but there was no sign of any blood. I clicked on 26’s bio, but soon found that I couldn’t enter his page. So I clicked on Esrever’s instead. Under the logs I had written on the previous days, I found strings of text which made my blood run cold.

:) I found a new (fun) playtoy! :)
Fun fun fun fun fun we’re having fun!
A (fun) dragon that can’t speak (to say how much fun they’re having) doesn’t deserve a (fun) bio, so now it is mine (how fun)! :)
Smilies are cute! :)
FUNFUNFUNFUNFUN.you.FUNFUN.should.FUNFUNFUNFUNFUNFUNFUN.leave.:)FUNFUN

I felt nausea rising up inside me. I tried in vain to move Esrever from his spot next to 26, but the game wouldn’t let me. Or, moreso, 26 wouldn’t let me. I backed away from the screen, wondering what to do. If I kept trying, I might be able to free Esrever, but then 26 would fly into a rage. What would happen next would be obvious — I’d find piles of scales in my hoard, and 26 would refuse to leave. I get myself break into a cold sweat as I realized he would probably come after me next after he finished with my dragons. Or, I could leave Esrever there, and incite the wrath of his father. And 26 would probably do nothing to stop the Visitor from tormenting me. After taking in a few deep breaths, I made my choice. If I was going to have to choose between the Visitor tormenting me, or 26 tormenting me, I would choose the Visitor in a heartbeat.

The next few days went by slowly. I’d click on my account to see 26, smiling wider than ever, at the front of my lair with Esrever right next to him. Each day his health would be lower, and he would look even worse. The other dragons in my lair kept moving around, none staying next to Esrever for very long. Like they wanted to avoid the carnage. When Esrever was finally in his dragon defeated pose, with only a sliver of health left, I took action. I went to edit my lair, and tried again and again to move him away from the demon in the form of a Spiral. Each attempt caused a burst of static to come from my speakers, louder each time. I tried for many minutes, until I was forcefully booted out of the page. I was on 26’s page now, and his wide, unsettling smile beamed up on me. I reluctantly looked in his bio.

Esrever made the (fun) decision to be by me, so he must face the (fun) consequences! :) Funtime fun we’re having so much fun! Making me mad wouldn’t be fun! :):):) Leave or I’ll release her!

I knew who 26 met by “her” immediately. PBJ, the permababy who I had trapped inside my hibernal den to keep her powers at bay. But why would 26 release her? He was more powerful than PBJ, he could do what she could and so much more, so why did he want her to do his dirty work? I groaned when I realized why. 26 enjoyed seeing his prey suffer before he turned it to scales. By releasing a creature hellbent on revenge, he would be ensuring that my fall would be a painful one. Then he could finally swoop in for the killing blow, perhaps figuratively or literally. I shut off my computer, throat tight and stomach turning. I couldn’t bear to see Esrever anymore, knowing I couldn’t help.

But I still checked back the next day. Although I couldn’t help, I didn’t want to just abandon him. My eyes shot open when I noticed that the spot next to 26 no longer held Esrever. 26 looked pleased with himself. I raced to the other side of the lair, jaw dropping open when I saw Esrever, standing and full of health. I reluctantly clicked on him. Nothing in his bio remained but the logs I had written earlier. He looked cowed, but not angry. I noticed that, amongst the scars which littered his body, a large patch of fur was missing from his coat. Instinctively, I went to check my hoard. There was an item at the very front, and I moused over it. The title of the item was “Familiar Fur”.

:) This is your last (fun) warning! I am in control here. :)