Parker Dooley | Maranguan is my OMC dragonoid.
13.) Cat
Story: Frodo the Dragonoid
Word Count: 362
Frodo was in a dimly-lit room, attempting to read a magazine. A woodworker's magazine. So far, he was getting nothing out of it. "Oh well!" He tossed the woodworker's magazine behind him. Wait. Was this still the dream? And why did a black cat cross his path?
"Hey, this is not funny anymore!" He complained.
"Come closer," a slithery dragonoid voice protruded the air, startling the hobbit.
"Who said that?" Frodo asked, nervous. There was no one around, except for a mirror. He looked at it, stunned by a red dragonoid, with yellow eyes glaring back at him, creep out in the mirror. The dragonoid had black claws and scales, a dragon-like head, and no wings. Wait. Was the dragonoid smirking at him?
"Closer!" the dragonoid said in delight. "Don't worry. I won't bite."
"That's exactly what I'm afraid of," Frodo said, approaching the mirror and looking at it. All at once, his hand pressed against the mirror's glass, but then so did the dragonoid's. Wait. Something was happening. His skin turned blue and scaly. His fingernails were white. By the time the transformation was over, he looked himself in the mirror. There he was: a blue dragonoid, but then the red dragonoid showed up behind him.
"Now, you're like us," the red dragonoid said.
"What? No!" Frodo squirmed, trying to escape. The red dragonoid held him back.
"Even you can't stop this!" The red dragonoid said, sharply. "It's your destiny. And you're bound to it, the same as me. It's time to begin anew… again."
"No!" Frodo cried, feeling the darkness surround him. He awoke, feeling his body. His hands were normal and he had pale skin, as well as wore a white nightgown. He was a hobbit again. Something wasn't right. That mirror. That dreadful mirror was back and so was the red dragonoid, smiling at him. "Who are you?"
"Parker Dooley or Maranguan, depending on how you look at it," Parker smiled at him. "Welcome to the real world, Frodo. It's all you've got." He laughed, ending the conversation there, before Frodo had the chance to speak. Frodo groaned, collapsing on his bed. What an awful turn of events!