[ TT ] You do n't know how or why , but slowly , surely , you 've been turning into a dragon , and you are finding it harder and harder to not eat your roommate and steal his coins .

It started out small. I needed to buy a coke, and I figured Alan would n't miss his loose change. I mean, a dollar here and there was n't a big deal. But like how a tiny little white lie always spins into a beautiful, intricate, fragile, web, it escalated very quickly. 
 
 Apparently intrusive thoughts are your mind's way of telling you not to do something. By being really really aware of how bad of an idea it would be to, say, throw yourself off a ledge or step out into the street, you're reminded that you should n't. Well, thanks brain, I'll remember not to eat my friend. 
 
 It's just... so... tantalizing, the idea of human fle- nonononono! Do n't dwell on it. Anyways, I've been having strange, strange thoughts of late, and strange behaviors. 200 dollars I've spent on exfoliating creams, but nothing stops my skin from growing rougher each day. It's almost scaly, and that's unnerving. Unnerving, right. I've been feeling less pain, too. And my breath is kind of warm. That's useful, things have been getting cold in the winter months. 
 
 I'm getting dangerous, maybe. As far as I can tell, all the signs point to me turning into a dragon. A dragon! I might kill and eat people! Though all I feel like doing is wrapping myself in a cushion fort and lying down on coins. 
 
 Ehh, as weird quirks go, it's not the worst. My girlfriend likes the increased amount of cuddling I do, at least. 
 
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 I'm holding to the deal. This one does n't count, the other story is really short.
