[ WP ] You are a professional pickpocket . You 've just picked someones pocket only to discover that the thing you have stolen is truly horrifying .

I slowly walked up to my victim, ready once again to steal from someone ’ s pocket. I had to be stealthy as to not arouse suspicion. As I put my hand into their pocket I felt something truly terrifying. It almost seemed as if it was beating, but how could it be. I realized as I looked up that something was wrong. The skin wasn ’ t right it was grey and leathery. I pulled my hand out of their pocket only to realize something was coming out with it. Something that I thought I had left in their pocket. As my hand came into view, there was a slowly beating heart now attached to it. I didn ’ t have time for fear because it was too late. My body slowly changed to match his; I became grey and leathery as I put the heart into my pocket. It was almost as if it needed a new host, like the other host was used up. Suddenly I realized something; that even though I was moving it was against my will. It was the same walk that I looked for when I pickpocketed someone. It was really odd; there was a set pattern that was always the same. Up and down the same street over and over. I didn ’ t realize it at the time, but my skin was becoming darker and darker grey and I had a strange urge for blood, almost as if that was what it craved. It was what it craved, but my blood was the sustenance. It was maybe two hours before I noticed the same walk I did. Another victim was unknowingly walking into its trap. There was a shiver down my spine as the pickpocketer reached into my pocket and grabbed the heart not stopping to think like I did. As he pulled it out I realized I wasn ’ t moving anymore. I found I was frozen, and my body felt really heavy. As a bus passed by, I caught a glimpse of myself and I had become a statue. I was one of the same statues that I had admired over the past month for being so realistic. Was this some sort of sick experiment messing with my mind? As I stayed there, there were constant murmurs of approval at how lifelike the statue was and I wanted to scream. In my mind, I was screaming at the top of my lungs, but my face showed nothing but happiness.
