Hello. Before we begin, let me tell you some about me. My name is blister and im a Nightfury.
I live in a lone cove with a lake. The humans who live in the village use to read Newspaper. the rest they got over, they drop down into my cove to get it rid of. i know how to read their language and i love to read the newspaper. My home is a cave, which has a small staircase into it formed by the nature.
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Obsessive Compulsive

Hello. I suffer from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, which is an anxiety disorder in which people and Dragons have unwanted and repeated thoughts, feelings, ideas, or behaviors. In other words, my life is a a systematic pattern.

But yesterday, I experienced a flaw in my own system.

I awoke that morning in my lakeside home promptly at 6:45AM, as I do every morning. Before leaving my Cave I made sure to touch the left wall three times. I have to. I need to.

On my way outside, I made sure not to step on the second to last step. I never touch that step. I just can't.

I made my usual breakfast of fish, berries, and water. I never eat anything else in the morning, just always those three.

Taking the newspaper, I made sure to check the local news headlines, like usual. But today, something was... Missing.

I couldn't place my paw on it. Did I forget something? The strange feeling lingered with me all the way to the way that leads outside of the cove. On my way out the cove I made certain to touch the tree to the right, then scratch it, then touch it again.

walking the long road to village, I couldn't help but feel like a part of me was missing. What did I miss? How could I possibly have missed it!

I hoped that the feeling would surpass while at village that day. It didn't. It stayed with me for twelve whole hours. I left the village around 6:45PM to head back home.

About 25 minutes into my commute, I stopped for the transportation wagon to cross at west road to north road.

But as the wagon passed, I couldn't help but feel that strange sensation again. The only other creature near me was the man standing behind me. He yelled at me to get going, but instead of going on, I just motioned for him to go around me. He did.

I dreadfully stood there in the woods road, still stopped at the crossroad. Something is seriously wrong. What am I missing here?

I made sure to touch everything in my surrounding to three feet, hoping that would spark my memory. I touched the ground, the rocks, the trees, and even the bush. It did nothing for me.

My body began to tremble as I slowly walked away. This isn't right. I don't like this.

Arriving home, I pulled my body to the lake. I wash myself every weekday, never on weekends. I only wash the front of my body, and the back. Never the sides. No matter how dirty they get, I never wash the sides. I simply just can't.

But something else seemed to be missing from my daily routine as I washed. No! Not again! First the news, then the crossroad, now this?

Finishing up with my body, I jogged out to the back part next to my cave. Only jog, never walk, never run.

Opening up the hole in my back "yard", I felt yet another thing missing from my pattern! I screamed.

"This isn't right! This isn't right! This isn't right!"

I stumbled out the backyard and gazed out at the lake. It always seemed to calm me when my anxiety got out of control. But tonight, all I wanted to do was sleep. I needed to finish this day.

The next morning, I awoke at 6:45AM. Touched the wall three times. Made sure not to step on the second to last step on my way to theoutside . I prepared my fish, berries, and water. I fetched the newspaper. Checked the local news.

...It's still missing...

I became aggravated. What is it I could possibly be missing? I began to feel nauseous.

Hurrying out the cove in a vicious rage, I quickly touched the tree, scratched it, and touched it again. I walked off to village.

I tend to get a lot of things done when I'm upset, strangely. So at least I felt some accomplishment when I left the village at 6:45PM.

I ran fast on my way home. Very fast.

What... am... I... missing...

I approached the crossroad from west road to north road.

C'mon...Think...Think!

A man was walking in the middle of the road, on his way to the other side.

Why can't I remember!?

The man's head spun as he noticed a dragon coming straight for him at 85 miles per hour.

I noticed him too. A wave of horror crossed over my face as I watched him dive to one side.

I swerved into the same direction. A loud thump was made as I crushed the man underneath my bodyweight. i felt my claws in his body. Oh God

Jumping off of him, I hesitated on what to do. He lay there writhing in agony,making horrendous guttural wails.

I lowered myself to him, lifted the screaming man, and heaved him onto my back. I ran.

Upon entering my cove, I made sure to wash the blood off the front and rear of my body. The sides were not necessary.

After dragging his broken body out to the backyard, I thought of what to do. I dragged him further in my "backyard" and opened up the hole.

Dropping him into the hole was all that was left to do.

The following morning, I made sure to wake at 6:45AM and touch my wall three times before skipping the second to last step on my way to the outside. While eating my fish, berries, and water, I browsed the local news on The newspaper.

The top headline: Hit and Run Serial Killer Strikes Again.

I smiled.

Back to normal