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(Druddigon's Ragged Claws) Creepypasta

“Reddened skin;is it natural or stained by blood?”

Come sunrise, I waisted little time on leaving the abandoned building. The storm had ended late into the night, and the fire had died not long after. My clothes were dry and I had a new; well old and worn down but new because I wasn't its initial owner; backpack. My skin was free of mud, and my clothes were as well for the most part; all in all my day had gone pretty well. My only concern was the Ditto; he was stalking me for some reason. I couldn't even look around without spotting him out the corner of my eye; it was really creeping me out. Especially after what happened last night; the ominous warning he had given me while in my bloodied shape still had me on edge. So it was only natural that I was a little iffy about trusting the little pink blob. Sighing in irritation, I repositioned my backpack so that it wouldn't put as much weight on my shoulders. No wonder the original owner of the bag left it behind when they left, the damn thing put pressure on the worst possible places. With a huff I pried the bag off my back and tossed it off the ground; its contents made quite a racket.

In addition to the bag, I brought along the blanket and the canned foods I found the previous night; I brought the can-opener as well. That of course meant that my backpack was agonizingly heavy. My back and shoulders hurt like hell and my feet were tired from all the walking I'd done. Looking towards the sky I hoped to at least get an idea of what time it was; the sun was just past the centerline, meaning that it was somewhere between noon and one o'clock. Counting on my fingers I attempted to determine how long I had been out on the road. When I checked this mourning I figured that it had been about six in the morning. So that meant that I had been walking for one, two, three, for, five, six-seven! Wow, seven hours; no wonder my feet hurt so much. And I was walking barefoot I might add! Sighing, I sat down and proceeded to rub my tired feet; miraculously I hadn't stepped on anything that could cut my feet during the walk. I chanced a glance out the corner of my eye to see what the Ditto was up to; the little pink blob was “Walking” towards me with something shiny in its, well lets say hands.

“Ditto!” The little pink creature said happily as it held its hands out to me. I sighed and crossed my legs.

“I'm going to assume that thats for me...” I said tiredly as I reached out to take whatever it was that the Ditto was offering to me. Then I held it up to my face to get a look at it, to my surprise it turned out to be a Star piece; I recognized it from the pictures I'd seen during gameplay. A valuable find indeed.
“Well, at least its worth something...” I muttered as I slipped the little gem into my pants pocket; if and when I came across a store, I'd be able to sell it to get some more supplies. Shoes and underwear to name a few. As soon as I withdrew my hand from my pocket, the Ditto decided that he wanted to spend some quality time with me; so he climbed into my lap like a kitten and proceeded to try and cuddle with me. I didn't bother to try and get him out of my lap, but I also made no move to try and encourage his somewhat clingy behavior.

“Ditto! Di-Ditto Ditto!” The little pink blob said happily as he bounced in my lap a bit. I sighed tiredly and rubbed the back of my neck; Ditto was quiet an energetic little Pokemon.

“Oy, quit bouncing around! Your hurting my legs...” I said irritatedly, but the Ditto didn't seem to care much about my request; he just continued to bounce on my legs as if I was a trampoline. Alright, now I was getting mad.
“Alright you-you” I said loudly as I picked the Ditto up and held him in front of my face to scold him; then I realized that I didn't know what to call him. Sure, I could've just called him “Ditto” and left it at that, but I almost always named my Pokemon in the game. The only acceptations were legendaries and Pokemon I was only catching for the Pokedex entry. Despite the fact that I technically hadn't captured the Ditto, and that I still considered him a wild Pokemon, I couldn't help but want to name him. I mean, why the hell couldn't I? If he was going to follow me around like a stray puppy and beg for my attention whenever I stopped to take a rest, why shouldn't I give him a nickname? Thinking of no reason not to give the Ditto a name I put him on the ground in front of me and proceeded to think over the possibilities.

“Well, Breeder is what I usually name all of my caught Ditto's, but I don't think that name is, appropriate given the circumstances...” I said quietly as I stared intently at the Ditto. Under normal circumstances I probably would have named him “Breeder”, because that was all I ever used Ditto's for in the first place; but I had no Pokemon to breed, and I haven't even caught the one I'm trying to name.
“Well, lets see...If you were some other breed of Pokemon I'd probably name you based on your final evolution. And, when I catch a Pokemon that doesn't evolve I name them based on their appearance or their type...” I muttered; by that point I was mostly thinking out loud, but the Ditto didn't seem to mind. He just sat their looking up at me like a child waiting for praise after doing something good.
“Seeing as that you don't evolve, I'll just try to name you based on your appearance. Your squishy, sticky, and pink...Your face is so simple even a toddler could draw it. I can't name you based on type or ability because nothing interesting comes to mind...” I said as I rested my head on my hand and lent over slightly.

What was sticky, pink, and squishy? Silly putty? No, that name wouldn't work; mainly because it was two words. That slime people bought at prank stores? That might work if I could remember what it was called; but I couldn't so I cast that idea aside. Gum? Actually, that might work; I just needed the right word. Gum, gummy, gumwad-wait! What about Gumball? It was easy to say, and represented the Ditto well enough, even if it wasn't completely accurate. Besides, I preferred to give my Pokemon names that weren't insulting to them.

“Well, its decided; from now on I'm calling you Gumball.” I said blandly as I pulled myself back to my feet and put my backpack back on. The Ditto-er, Gumball, responded to my statement my making a noise that sounded somewhat like a laugh and jumping onto my back for a free ride. Apparently he seemed to think that my naming him was my way of claiming him as my own Pokemon.
“H-hey! Get off me! I've got enough weight on my back already!” I said irritatedly; Gumball payed my order no mind, he just held onto my bag like a baby gorilla and smiled at me stupidly. With a sigh I shook my head and started down the path again; with luck I'd find a town or another building of some sort before nightfall, and I had waisted nearly a hour sitting down.
“Fine then, stay on my back! But I swear, if you start bouncing around I'm gonna throw you like a football!” I said angrily, and for once the little pink blob seemed willing to comply to my request; he barely moved an inch during a majority of the walk.

I walked for another four hours without coming across anything of concern. Well, anything other than wild Pokemon at least, but they left me alone for the most part. The only time any of them bothered me was when I decided to stop and have some dinner, which happened about four and a half hours after I decided to name “My” Ditto, Gumball. When I stopped to eat I was somewhere near a cave; meaning that I was buy a mountain. My meal of choice was only a can of sweet-peas and a can of mini-sausages, but it seemed to be enough to attract the attention of a few small Pokemon. There were only three of them, two female Nidoran and a Kricketot, nothing to really worry about as long as I didn't pose a threat. Besides, they were only really interested in my can of pea's, so I wound up giving it to them so that they'd leave me alone. Gumball on the other hand was more interested in my sausages, and seeing as that he was following me around for the time being I decided to give him a few; four out of my ten mini-sausages seemed to be enough. He really seemed to like them. The other three Pokemon enjoyed their peas, and they took their sweet time eating them to.

“I swear if these three start following me around I'm going to smash my head on a rock...” I muttered to myself between bites of my sausage. Sure, the meat sticks were only as long as my middle finger and as big around as a quarter, but I was someone who preferred to take my time eating. Gumball on the other hand, ate every sausage I gave him in a single bite. I frowned slightly as I watched him down his last sausage; there was no way that that a healthy eating habit. By the time I was halfway done with my food one of the Nidoran's had taken an interest in my sausages, and she approached me cautiously, her nose twitching like a bunny-rabbits; seemed I wasn't the only one being wary of my company. Sighing, I took a small bite of my forth sausage and spit the piece of meat into the palm of my hand.
“I'll give you a piece, but I don't think you'll like it...” I said quietly as I held my hand out in front of the Nidoran's face. At first the little lizard-rabbit creature seemed interested in taking the food from me, but before she could take it out of my hand her ears went erect and she bolted into the nearby bushes. The other Nidoran and the Kricketot did the same thing. A little red flag rose in the back of my mind as soon as the wild Pokemon fled the scene; something was amiss.

“C'mon Gumball...We'd better get going...” I said nervously as I zipped my backpack and put it on hastily. I didn't know what had scared the Pokemon so much, but if it was enough to scare them away I knew that I didn't want to stick around to find out. However, fate was a cruel mistress whenever I happened to be involved, and the beast in question appeared in front of me before I even had the chance to start my escape. As soon as I turned to start back towards the path, I came face to, well claw, of the Pokemon that had scared the Nidoran away from me. A Druddigon! Of all the beasts to bump into while completely defenseless, it had to be the one known for tearing its prey apart limb by limb. Probably not the worst thing I could run into, but definitely one of the top twenty. Breathing hard, I moved my attention from the Druddigon's claws up to its face. While it didn't have any teeth visible to my line of sight, it did have a set of massive, bony, jagged jaws that were more that capable of snapping bones like toothpicks.

I immediately regretted choosing to eat the sausage that night, as I positive that it the smell of the well seasoned meat that had drawn the red and blue skinned dragon out of its home in the cave. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I took a hesitant step backwards; I didn't know whether to run of to stand still and hope that I could stare the beast into submission. All I knew is that I wanted to be very far away from the red-skinned dragon. I was vaguely aware of Gumball standing behind me, probably trembling in fear of the Pokemon standing in front of us. Even if he could take the shape of the dragon, it would be of little use of the Druddigon turned out to be a higher level than he was, and I didn't think that the little pink blob was a very high level. But if that was the case, then why wasn't he running away? Surely he didn't stand a chance in a fair fight with the dragon. So why didn't he flee like the other Pokemon? Was he so stricken with fear that he had lost his ability to move? I had no idea why Gumball hadn't run away, and I've yet to understand why I did what I did next.

Without thinking I turned around abruptly and reached for the little pink Pokemon standing immobilized behind me, and as soon as I had him I took off running towards the trees. As soon as I started running I heard the Druddigon roar loudly in anger, and I was all to aware of the sound of its feet hitting the ground with every step it took as it pursued me. Thats when I recalled a Pokedex entry which stated that the Druddigon hunted by chasing down its prey and tearing them apart with its claws upon capture, which more or less meant that running away from it was the dumbest thing I had ever done. The dragon probably wouldn't have come after me if I had decided to stay put; but it was to late for me to change my mind by that point. As soon as I hit the edge of the trees I jumped inside the closest bush and crouched down to hide, but it quickly became apparent that the dragon was locked on to my scent. With time of the essence I hid Gumball in the thickest part of the shrubbery and held him there.

“Stay here, and lie low...” I said quietly as I forced the little pink blob to lie down, on what I assumed was its stomach. A split second later I jumped up and bolted out of the bushes, just as the Druddigon was close enough to take a swipe at me; I barely avoided having my head knocked off, but the back of my shirt still took the blow. As expected the dragon followed me instead of going after Gumball, its nature as a hunter driving it to go after the prey that fled. I didn't make it very far before I felt the first blow come into contact with my back. The Druddigon's claws slashed through my flesh with the ease of a hot knife through softened butter. The force of the attack was so strong that I was thrown into a nearby tree, and the second attack was upon me before I had a chance to gasp. In an instant, sharpened bony jaws latched onto my left leg, snapping my bones without struggle. Pain flooded my system as I felt something sharp dig into my right shoulder; the Druddigon's claws had made themselves known once more. Then I heard the sickening sound of my flesh being shredded as the dragon ripped my broken leg clean off my body.

I learned right then and there that when the pain is intense enough, you can't scream no mater how hard you try. Unable to move from the pain I slid down the side of the tree and landed face first in the dirt; the third attack took place as I took in that first scent of soil. The same jaws that had torn my leg away returned to latch on to my right arm, and before I could register what was happening I was hoisted into the air and tossed away like a broken chew toy. My back hit a pile of small rocks and re-awakened my voice; I cried out in agony only to have my voice cut off when the Druddigon's jaws sank into my arm once more to finish what it had started. I immediately pressed my hand against the dragon's face in an attempt to push it away, but I only proved to worsen my pain. This Druddigon's ability was Rough skin, so as my hand slid across the surface of its face my skin was left behind. The blood from the palm of my hand darkened the red skin of the dragons face. My blood pooled inside the beasts mouth, the crimson nectar only heightening its drive for blood-lust.

Within seconds my arm was severed from my body and tossed across the land where it became rooted in a nearby tree. With its mouth free to bite into my flesh again, the Druddigon sank its ragged jaws into the tender meat of my abdomen and tore off a mouthful of my body. My intestines were dragged out in the process; I could see their contents gushing out the freshly torn holes. The beast downed my flesh as if it was some savory treat, then turned its attention back to my helpless frame. The dragon and I locked eyes for what felt like hours; its eyes were without mercy, and filled completely with blood-lust and rage. In a flash the beasts jaws were upon me again; this time it bit into the fragile flesh of my throat and tore out my wind pipe, then it stopped its assault to watch my life fade away. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I was in so much pain that I couldn't even cry. Yet the Druddigon stood by cruelly and watched as I slowly died from my injures. I was bleeding out. I was suffocation. My vision was going blurry. My body was going cold, going numb. Something flashed in the back of my mind and I remembered something that a butcher had told me years ago; slitting an animals throat kills it painlessly.

What he told me was wrong; I was in intense pain, despite the numbness creeping into my body. Then there was the fear; I could feel myself getting weaker with every passing moment and I was unable be anything but terrified. So how the hell was it humane to slit an animals throat and let it bleed to death? I didn't even get to think of an answer to that mental question. Hell, I wasn't even able to think of that question, because the truth is- I was dead long before it could even cross my mind.
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Comments? Question? How about requests?

I hope everyone enjoyed this Creepypasta because I had a lot of fun writing it. The next chapter will be a Sweetypasta, just something to mellow out the story and give the main character a break. As for the chapter after that I am undecided, so if I'm given a request before I finish the Sweetypasta chapter then the chapter following it will be done as the request. Make sure to specify what kind of pasta you guys want. ^^

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(Druddigon's Ragged Claws) Creepypasta

“Reddened skin;is it natural or stained by blood?”

Come sunrise, I waisted little time on leaving the abandoned building. The storm had ended late into the night, and the fire had died not long after. My clothes were dry and I had a new; well old and worn down but new because I wasn't its initial owner; backpack. My skin was free of mud, and my clothes were as well for the most part; all in all my day had gone pretty well. My only concern was the Ditto; he was stalking me for some reason. I couldn't even look around without spotting him out the corner of my eye; it was really creeping me out. Especially after what happened last night; the ominous warning he had given me while in my bloodied shape still had me on edge. So it was only natural that I was a little iffy about trusting the little pink blob. Sighing in irritation, I repositioned my backpack so that it wouldn't put as much weight on my shoulders. No wonder the original owner of the bag left it behind when they left, the damn thing put pressure on the worst possible places. With a huff I pried the bag off my back and tossed it off the ground; its contents made quite a racket.

In addition to the bag, I brought along the blanket and the canned foods I found the previous night; I brought the can-opener as well. That of course meant that my backpack was agonizingly heavy. My back and shoulders hurt like hell and my feet were tired from all the walking I'd done. Looking towards the sky I hoped to at least get an idea of what time it was; the sun was just past the centerline, meaning that it was somewhere between noon and one o'clock. Counting on my fingers I attempted to determine how long I had been out on the road. When I checked this mourning I figured that it had been about six in the morning. So that meant that I had been walking for one, two, three, for, five, six-seven! Wow, seven hours; no wonder my feet hurt so much. And I was walking barefoot I might add! Sighing, I sat down and proceeded to rub my tired feet; miraculously I hadn't stepped on anything that could cut my feet during the walk. I chanced a glance out the corner of my eye to see what the Ditto was up to; the little pink blob was “Walking” towards me with something shiny in its, well lets say hands.

“Ditto!” The little pink creature said happily as it held its hands out to me. I sighed and crossed my legs.

“I'm going to assume that thats for me...” I said tiredly as I reached out to take whatever it was that the Ditto was offering to me. Then I held it up to my face to get a look at it, to my surprise it turned out to be a Star piece; I recognized it from the pictures I'd seen during gameplay. A valuable find indeed.
“Well, at least its worth something...” I muttered as I slipped the little gem into my pants pocket; if and when I came across a store, I'd be able to sell it to get some more supplies. Shoes and underwear to name a few. As soon as I withdrew my hand from my pocket, the Ditto decided that he wanted to spend some quality time with me; so he climbed into my lap like a kitten and proceeded to try and cuddle with me. I didn't bother to try and get him out of my lap, but I also made no move to try and encourage his somewhat clingy behavior.

“Ditto! Di-Ditto Ditto!” The little pink blob said happily as he bounced in my lap a bit. I sighed tiredly and rubbed the back of my neck; Ditto was quiet an energetic little Pokemon.

“Oy, quit bouncing around! Your hurting my legs...” I said irritatedly, but the Ditto didn't seem to care much about my request; he just continued to bounce on my legs as if I was a trampoline. Alright, now I was getting mad.
“Alright you-you” I said loudly as I picked the Ditto up and held him in front of my face to scold him; then I realized that I didn't know what to call him. Sure, I could've just called him “Ditto” and left it at that, but I almost always named my Pokemon in the game. The only acceptations were legendaries and Pokemon I was only catching for the Pokedex entry. Despite the fact that I technically hadn't captured the Ditto, and that I still considered him a wild Pokemon, I couldn't help but want to name him. I mean, why the hell couldn't I? If he was going to follow me around like a stray puppy and beg for my attention whenever I stopped to take a rest, why shouldn't I give him a nickname? Thinking of no reason not to give the Ditto a name I put him on the ground in front of me and proceeded to think over the possibilities.

“Well, Breeder is what I usually name all of my caught Ditto's, but I don't think that name is, appropriate given the circumstances...” I said quietly as I stared intently at the Ditto. Under normal circumstances I probably would have named him “Breeder”, because that was all I ever used Ditto's for in the first place; but I had no Pokemon to breed, and I haven't even caught the one I'm trying to name.
“Well, lets see...If you were some other breed of Pokemon I'd probably name you based on your final evolution. And, when I catch a Pokemon that doesn't evolve I name them based on their appearance or their type...” I muttered; by that point I was mostly thinking out loud, but the Ditto didn't seem to mind. He just sat their looking up at me like a child waiting for praise after doing something good.
“Seeing as that you don't evolve, I'll just try to name you based on your appearance. Your squishy, sticky, and pink...Your face is so simple even a toddler could draw it. I can't name you based on type or ability because nothing interesting comes to mind...” I said as I rested my head on my hand and lent over slightly.

What was sticky, pink, and squishy? Silly putty? No, that name wouldn't work; mainly because it was two words. That slime people bought at prank stores? That might work if I could remember what it was called; but I couldn't so I cast that idea aside. Gum? Actually, that might work; I just needed the right word. Gum, gummy, gumwad-wait! What about Gumball? It was easy to say, and represented the Ditto well enough, even if it wasn't completely accurate. Besides, I preferred to give my Pokemon names that weren't insulting to them.

“Well, its decided; from now on I'm calling you Gumball.” I said blandly as I pulled myself back to my feet and put my backpack back on. The Ditto-er, Gumball, responded to my statement my making a noise that sounded somewhat like a laugh and jumping onto my back for a free ride. Apparently he seemed to think that my naming him was my way of claiming him as my own Pokemon.
“H-hey! Get off me! I've got enough weight on my back already!” I said irritatedly; Gumball payed my order no mind, he just held onto my bag like a baby gorilla and smiled at me stupidly. With a sigh I shook my head and started down the path again; with luck I'd find a town or another building of some sort before nightfall, and I had waisted nearly a hour sitting down.
“Fine then, stay on my back! But I swear, if you start bouncing around I'm gonna throw you like a football!” I said angrily, and for once the little pink blob seemed willing to comply to my request; he barely moved an inch during a majority of the walk.

I walked for another four hours without coming across anything of concern. Well, anything other than wild Pokemon at least, but they left me alone for the most part. The only time any of them bothered me was when I decided to stop and have some dinner, which happened about four and a half hours after I decided to name “My” Ditto, Gumball. When I stopped to eat I was somewhere near a cave; meaning that I was buy a mountain. My meal of choice was only a can of sweet-peas and a can of mini-sausages, but it seemed to be enough to attract the attention of a few small Pokemon. There were only three of them, two female Nidoran and a Kricketot, nothing to really worry about as long as I didn't pose a threat. Besides, they were only really interested in my can of pea's, so I wound up giving it to them so that they'd leave me alone. Gumball on the other hand was more interested in my sausages, and seeing as that he was following me around for the time being I decided to give him a few; four out of my ten mini-sausages seemed to be enough. He really seemed to like them. The other three Pokemon enjoyed their peas, and they took their sweet time eating them to.

“I swear if these three start following me around I'm going to smash my head on a rock...” I muttered to myself between bites of my sausage. Sure, the meat sticks were only as long as my middle finger and as big around as a quarter, but I was someone who preferred to take my time eating. Gumball on the other hand, ate every sausage I gave him in a single bite. I frowned slightly as I watched him down his last sausage; there was no way that that a healthy eating habit. By the time I was halfway done with my food one of the Nidoran's had taken an interest in my sausages, and she approached me cautiously, her nose twitching like a bunny-rabbits; seemed I wasn't the only one being wary of my company. Sighing, I took a small bite of my forth sausage and spit the piece of meat into the palm of my hand.
“I'll give you a piece, but I don't think you'll like it...” I said quietly as I held my hand out in front of the Nidoran's face. At first the little lizard-rabbit creature seemed interested in taking the food from me, but before she could take it out of my hand her ears went erect and she bolted into the nearby bushes. The other Nidoran and the Kricketot did the same thing. A little red flag rose in the back of my mind as soon as the wild Pokemon fled the scene; something was amiss.

“C'mon Gumball...We'd better get going...” I said nervously as I zipped my backpack and put it on hastily. I didn't know what had scared the Pokemon so much, but if it was enough to scare them away I knew that I didn't want to stick around to find out. However, fate was a cruel mistress whenever I happened to be involved, and the beast in question appeared in front of me before I even had the chance to start my escape. As soon as I turned to start back towards the path, I came face to, well claw, of the Pokemon that had scared the Nidoran away from me. A Druddigon! Of all the beasts to bump into while completely defenseless, it had to be the one known for tearing its prey apart limb by limb. Probably not the worst thing I could run into, but definitely one of the top twenty. Breathing hard, I moved my attention from the Druddigon's claws up to its face. While it didn't have any teeth visible to my line of sight, it did have a set of massive, bony, jagged jaws that were more that capable of snapping bones like toothpicks.

I immediately regretted choosing to eat the sausage that night, as I positive that it the smell of the well seasoned meat that had drawn the red and blue skinned dragon out of its home in the cave. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I took a hesitant step backwards; I didn't know whether to run of to stand still and hope that I could stare the beast into submission. All I knew is that I wanted to be very far away from the red-skinned dragon. I was vaguely aware of Gumball standing behind me, probably trembling in fear of the Pokemon standing in front of us. Even if he could take the shape of the dragon, it would be of little use of the Druddigon turned out to be a higher level than he was, and I didn't think that the little pink blob was a very high level. But if that was the case, then why wasn't he running away? Surely he didn't stand a chance in a fair fight with the dragon. So why didn't he flee like the other Pokemon? Was he so stricken with fear that he had lost his ability to move? I had no idea why Gumball hadn't run away, and I've yet to understand why I did what I did next.

Without thinking I turned around abruptly and reached for the little pink Pokemon standing immobilized behind me, and as soon as I had him I took off running towards the trees. As soon as I started running I heard the Druddigon roar loudly in anger, and I was all to aware of the sound of its feet hitting the ground with every step it took as it pursued me. Thats when I recalled a Pokedex entry which stated that the Druddigon hunted by chasing down its prey and tearing them apart with its claws upon capture, which more or less meant that running away from it was the dumbest thing I had ever done. The dragon probably wouldn't have come after me if I had decided to stay put; but it was to late for me to change my mind by that point. As soon as I hit the edge of the trees I jumped inside the closest bush and crouched down to hide, but it quickly became apparent that the dragon was locked on to my scent. With time of the essence I hid Gumball in the thickest part of the shrubbery and held him there.

“Stay here, and lie low...” I said quietly as I forced the little pink blob to lie down, on what I assumed was its stomach. A split second later I jumped up and bolted out of the bushes, just as the Druddigon was close enough to take a swipe at me; I barely avoided having my head knocked off, but the back of my shirt still took the blow. As expected the dragon followed me instead of going after Gumball, its nature as a hunter driving it to go after the prey that fled. I didn't make it very far before I felt the first blow come into contact with my back. The Druddigon's claws slashed through my flesh with the ease of a hot knife through softened butter. The force of the attack was so strong that I was thrown into a nearby tree, and the second attack was upon me before I had a chance to gasp. In an instant, sharpened bony jaws latched onto my left leg, snapping my bones without struggle. Pain flooded my system as I felt something sharp dig into my right shoulder; the Druddigon's claws had made themselves known once more. Then I heard the sickening sound of my flesh being shredded as the dragon ripped my broken leg clean off my body.

I learned right then and there that when the pain is intense enough, you can't scream no mater how hard you try. Unable to move from the pain I slid down the side of the tree and landed face first in the dirt; the third attack took place as I took in that first scent of soil. The same jaws that had torn my leg away returned to latch on to my right arm, and before I could register what was happening I was hoisted into the air and tossed away like a broken chew toy. My back hit a pile of small rocks and re-awakened my voice; I cried out in agony only to have my voice cut off when the Druddigon's jaws sank into my arm once more to finish what it had started. I immediately pressed my hand against the dragon's face in an attempt to push it away, but I only proved to worsen my pain. This Druddigon's ability was Rough skin, so as my hand slid across the surface of its face my skin was left behind. The blood from the palm of my hand darkened the red skin of the dragons face. My blood pooled inside the beasts mouth, the crimson nectar only heightening its drive for blood-lust.

Within seconds my arm was severed from my body and tossed across the land where it became rooted in a nearby tree. With its mouth free to bite into my flesh again, the Druddigon sank its ragged jaws into the tender meat of my abdomen and tore off a mouthful of my body. My intestines were dragged out in the process; I could see their contents gushing out the freshly torn holes. The beast downed my flesh as if it was some savory treat, then turned its attention back to my helpless frame. The dragon and I locked eyes for what felt like hours; its eyes were without mercy, and filled completely with blood-lust and rage. In a flash the beasts jaws were upon me again; this time it bit into the fragile flesh of my throat and tore out my wind pipe, then it stopped its assault to watch my life fade away. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I was in so much pain that I couldn't even cry. Yet the Druddigon stood by cruelly and watched as I slowly died from my injures. I was bleeding out. I was suffocation. My vision was going blurry. My body was going cold, going numb. Something flashed in the back of my mind and I remembered something that a butcher had told me years ago; slitting an animals throat kills it painlessly.

What he told me was wrong; I was in intense pain, despite the numbness creeping into my body. Then there was the fear; I could feel myself getting weaker with every passing moment and I was unable be anything but terrified. So how the hell was it humane to slit an animals throat and let it bleed to death? I didn't even get to think of an answer to that mental question. Hell, I wasn't even able to think of that question, because the truth is- I was dead long before it could even cross my mind.
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Comments? Question? How about requests?

I hope everyone enjoyed this Creepypasta because I had a lot of fun writing it. The next chapter will be a Sweetypasta, just something to mellow out the story and give the main character a break. As for the chapter after that I am undecided, so if I'm given a request before I finish the Sweetypasta chapter then the chapter following it will be done as the request. Make sure to specify what kind of pasta you guys want. ^^