[ TT ] Dragons are discovered , but few people can train them . A redditor trains one to violently dispatch people who make up shitty writing prompts .

`` So floating numbers, weird tattoos, FTL travel—oh, and dragons; we've been getting an obnoxious influx of those as of a few hours ago...'' 
 
 Slothtoes crawled onto Astrid's shoulder and peered at the monitor. The glyphs still gave him headaches, but they were beginning to make more sense. He watched the shapes that formed at Astrid's mouth and matched them to the letters her finger traced across the screen. In particular, he liked the way her tongue clicked against the back of her teeth whenever she made a hard sound. 
 
 `` Tuh,'' Astrid said, jabbing at the screen. `` Luh.'' 
 
 What a nice word. *Hih*. *Tuh*. *Luh*. Many humans seemed to agree; the screen was littered with *Hitler*s, usually in conjunction with the phenomenon known as time-travel. Slothtoes did n't understand why so many people were so fascinated with traveling into the past; what was so bad about the present? 
 
 `` Did you get all of that?'' she asked. 
 
 Slothtoes jumped onto the desk, slinking under the monitor. `` Ssssss.'' His tongue wriggled helplessly between his teeth. Smoke billowed from his nostrils. One day, with enough practice, he would be able to manage the glorious `` yuh'' sound. 
 
 Astrid shrugged and clicked on a link. `` [ RF ] You've lived all your life as a dragon, but after fending off multiple attacks from time-travelers, you're beginning to suspect you're actually Hitler.'' 
 
 `` This is the easy part,'' she said, turning in her chair. `` Find the guy and do your thing.'' 
 
 She pointed to the graveyard of stuffed animals at the foot of her bead. Teddie lay dismembered, cotton innards spilling from his exploded chest. Lamb Chops had been reduced to a pile of singed fluff, white coat now charred black. Raggedy Anne bore even more resemblance to her name, button eyes gouged, body shredded into strips of fabric. Slothtoes gnashed his teeth: there was still a bit of cotton stuck in the back of his mouth. That carnage had been nothing. But would killing a person, a real-life human, be as easy? 
 
 `` Do n't worry,'' Astrid said, reading the look in his eyes, `` flesh digests more easily.'' 
 
 Slothtoes grunted as she scrolled through the poster's comment history. `` This guy lives in all the way in the United States or something.'' Her eyes fell across Slothtoes's six-inch wingspan. He folded his wings self-consciously. 
 
 Astrid sighed. `` What a bother. It's fine. We'll find someone local eventually.'' She jabbed the backspace key. 
 
 Slothtoes curled up into a coil and closed his eyes as Astrid resumed her scrolling. ``' [ TT ] You owe Hitler a favour after killing his pet dragon.' Hmm...''
