Going out and exploring is a lonesome endeavor. How much is that turkey in the window, I ask my Merchant friend? He hesitantly breaks the news: It will cost most of my money. Desperate for a traveling companion, I fork over my shiny platinum coin. My turkey friend and I go off on adventures and everything is wonderful.
In the course of battle, I find that one of my downed enemies had been carrying some stuffing. I can't explain why, but I felt the urge to relieve him of his beloved side dish (I say "beloved" because it was in a satchel marked "precious"). I stuff the stuffing in my magic backpack, quickly and quietly, while my turkey is off wandering about.
The guilt I feel over what I'm considering is too much to bear, and yet I feel my resistance wearing down. The stuffing is calling out to me, a soft chanting in my subconscious, slowly driving me mad. My turkey doesn't know. If he did, he would probably peck my eyes out as I slept. But no, he would never do that... he's too sweet. Too sweet to even consider the horrible thing I was pondering. It's just... lately, he's been looking... delicious.
I mean, figuratively. I think.
I can't even remember doing it now. It all happened so fast. It was that damned stuffing. I should have listened to that gnawing, looming evil I felt when I first found that satchel. I should have left it on the dead monster, where it belonged. A tool of monsters, that's what it was. And it turned me into a monster. And my poor turkey... Even as the Cooking Pot bubbled, my Merchant friend stopped by to inquire about my latest adventure."Where's your turkey?" he asked, feigning casual conversation.
The guilt consumed me; surely he had picked up on my growing madness, and could smell something unique coming from my House. Acting as though he were merely stopping by for a friendly chat. Bah. It was the smell, surely. That smell, at once an aroma and a putrid stench, the stench of betrayal, the black magic of an innocent imbued with an accursed ingredient.
I was all at once snapped back to reality. I could hear the monster coming. The monster I had created. Though it would be the hardest thing I would have to do (at least, since that unfortunate voodoo incident), I had to defeat my friend. It was time to be the hero again.