Trinket

Not only adding spirals to the backdrop, but a mist of black spray followed by white. Making everything around you so foggy except for yourself. All you can see is your own portrait.

What they call “My masterpiece”.

Their attention is set right above you -

A freshly new set of fox ears.

Twitching and everything, lively as ever.

You attempt to let out a ghostly wail -

But find as you do, your mouth gets covered by.. red.

Looking at the artist, they’ve sprayed a red line over your portrait’s mouth.

Imagine after a tragic death, you become a ghost, haunting your own self portrait.

But as a graffiti artist demoralizes your portrait by spraying on a set of fox ears, you’ve never been more agitated.

You appear in front of them to teach them a lesson -

However they’re too distracted too care.

Well, that’s exactly why I opened with that. Whether it be waking up normally or waking up from trance, this is truly the best way to awaken.

For anyone who did get got, I just want to remind you to bring yourself back up, up, up!

Due to daylight I wanted to have some fun adding onto a recent prompt I had done.

God, I’m a sucker for loops.

Hope you all enjoyed.

Your eyes weakly open, waking up in your friend’s arms.

Feeling them play with your hair.

A nice feeling that reminded you to not stress too much.

And that’s exactly what you followed.

You would not stress today.

In fact -

Today just felt like such a lazy day.

But it was a fresh start.

You were trying to do something..

But.. what was that something?

You remember that at noon you were going to set the clock back.

But.. it wasn’t noon…

It was 11.

You shouldn’t be setting the clock back yet.

But then..

If that hadn’t happened yet

What were you doing?

Oh wait!

That’s right!

You stared, enchanted by the clock.

But fortunately you remembered what you were doing.

Reaching towards the dial, you started to rewind time.

Watching that minute hand start to break its own law, winding the other way.

Making a full circle as you..

You were..

Wait…

What were you?..

Honestly, this was the easiest thing they could ask of you.

You’ve been training yourself everyday to tap into that internal clock.

All you had to do was close your eyes and focus on the clock.

On its ticking.

The way everything felt like background compared to the clock.

Set to noon.

You attempted to get up -

But they gently nudged you back into bed.

“Don’t worry. I’ll set all of those clocks back when I get up.”

That was always sweet of them.

“But there’s at least one clock you /can/ fix without getting up.”

Right..

“Could you set your internal clock an hour back?”

You felt like you could stay in their arms for the whole day.

But you were upset to hear them speak.

Well - Their voice was sweet as honey.

You loved their voice.

But it was the words you weren’t ready for.

“Did you know it was daylight savings yesterday?”

Right.. That’s why everything’s off.

Your eyes weakly open, waking up in your friend’s arms.

Feeling them play with your hair.

A nice feeling that reminded you to not stress too much.

And that’s exactly what you followed.

You would not stress today.

In fact -

Today just felt like such a lazy day.

But it was a fresh start.

Well… I got bananas so either I’m not getting enough potassium or I’m being asked to.. experiment.

Thought more about this and there's a lot of shenanigans you can do than just organization.

Taking your speech and placing it on the highest shelf.

You keep on trying to speak, but it's just out of reach.

You can get a few whines and whimpers out.

But isn't that all you really need?

Making you imagine your own personal room whenever you're in trance.

All of your thoughts and memories neatly placed amongst a wall of shelves and cabinets.

Just so I can reorganize your mind and watch your confusion as you try to find where I placed your free will.

And for anyone who accidentally focused on their own internal clock a little too hard -

This is your time to steady yourself and start to come up, up, up!

Feeling that mind well rested if it got any.

Thanks for your attention!

What.. Time was it?..

You should know this answer.

Your internal clock is right in front of you.

You only need to focus...

Even if the ticking takes over..

Just... Focus..

On their soothing voice...

And that gentle..

Rhythmic...

Ticking...

...

What time was it?..

"It's time to drop.."

That one familiar voice that guides and channels your focus.

Helping you focus on your internal pocket watch.

You can clearly see where the hands lie.

But every time you tried to read the hand, that measured ticking...

Tick.. Tick..

Louder than your own thoughts.

It's 8.. tick.. 8 - ... Tick..

Unfortunately, the image is a little blurry.

But if you just focused a little more -

You should see every curve and glisten on that watch.

And as you continue to focus, you can hear that ticking..

Louder and louder.

Cancelling out the background noise -

Well..

Except for that one voice...

The next day, the two of you are hanging at a local diner.

You both look out the window at the setting sun.

And this is the perfect chance to test.

They ask you what time it is.

So you close your eyes to tap into your internal clock.

And there it is..

Your internal pocket watch..

Ticking..

Your friend offering to reinforce that internal clock in your head using hypnosis.

You weren't even aware that was possible, but they insist it's as accurate as a pocket watch will ever get.

So the two of you set off to reinforce your internal clock throughout the night.

I know when hypno-related uniforms are brought up, I usually see the maid outfit mentioned by most -

But nothing beats someone in a suit.

.. Time to get invested in another game.

Ah yes.. Thinking.... Thinking...

Something to do with...

TF...

I'm as poetic as I get about anything kink related.

The class knows what the class knows!

I can imagine the molten hue that's captured within the golden fluids. Each drop enchanting to the eye. Meaning there is no such thing as making a mess with the angel bun. Only a beautiful masterpiece, claiming everything it touches as its canvas.

Making you my pumpkin to celebrate the Halloween spirit.

Scooping out any unnecessary thoughts.

Sculpting you to my liking, complimented with your brightest smile.

And once we've both had our fun for the day, I'll gently blow in your ear..

Snuffing out the candle.

And -

Snuffing out your mind.

Just remember that Dwight O' Lantern is WUBRG, meaning he can be the commander of all other secret lair nonsense.

Personally the perfect chance to lead his newly made army of furbies.

The best part about this is that the definition of murmur is to whisper so softly that it's almost indistinct.

Nothing beats hypnotic whispers.

How are they doing that?

Not many people can even do a backflip

But it's like they've just abandoned the concept of physics..

Backflipping almost -

Indefinitely...

And the oddest part of all of this?..

The way they spun even faster..

Becoming their own.. spiral..

Why couldn't you look away?