You look at yourself for a little longer before you curl up, almost crying and having a million questions. Why was this happening? What would your family do with you? What would you do? Why did the lamp... the lamp! It had made the dragon WHOPPER, and it had to have a reason.
So, with some newfound hope, you reach into the window of your room and pull the lamp out. It soon began to speak with its all to familiar annoyed tone.
“Hey! What’s going.... Oh! You decided to use it. So, what do ya think?” You give the lamp an angry look, and practically roar at it.
“What do think? What do I thing! You turned me into a monster.”
“Hey,” the lamp scoffed, “1: You used the WHOPPER. And 2: Dragons are marvelous creatures and not monsters.” You just eyed the lamp, not noticing your pupils were now slits. You finally just sighed and laid down, feeling defeated. Despite hating the old piece of metal, the lamp was the only one you could talk to right now.
“What am I supposed to do now?”
“You’re curse, not mine,” it replied with a sarcastic tone. You just glared at the thing.
“I’m serious. There aren’t any other dragons! Can you even change me back?”
“Well....” The lamp started as you seemed to know what was coming. “I could, but I don’t have to.”
“And why’s that?!” You were ready to create a new pile of scrap before hearing the think’s answer.
“Look, I have my limit, but I’m just saying you could have some fun with this. Plus I’m still punishing you for turning me every which way.” You were about to give the lamp a comeback before you smelled... something. But who or what was it?