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Downward Spiral
by Fib-the-Blue-Goblin
Word Wizard!
a year ago
Cover art is by Honeydew Wolf
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This is a bit of a self indulgent hypnosis story. I wrote it because I'm struggling with my current project. It's been nearly a month and I've only written 4k words on that. So: I decided to write this story for my own amusement and to get my mind off of my main project. This story based on two art pieces Honeydew Wolf made for me, the above image being one of them. I hope you enjoy! ^-^
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Click!
Fib locked the glass door to the Magick shop and peeked through the window, making one final check to see if he had forgotten anything. His breath fogged up the darkened glass as he looked. The was shut, the herbs had been put away, the crystal balls and scrying tools were covered in cloth… The last thing he had done before he left was dust the bookshelves, so even if he couldn’t see the bookshelves from the window, he knew he didn’t forget that. He breathed a sigh of relief knowing he could finally head home after a long night shift.
“Nice little shop ya got there.”
Fib flinched and whirled around to find a figure leaning up against the wall, one foot flat against the wall, while he kept his head down. This man was wearing a black hoodie, and jeans. He had a long smooth fishy tail and he was barefoot, revealing a pair of webbed flippers instead of feet or hooves or paws. In the night he couldn’t quite see his face from under the hood, but a snout poked out, grinning and flashing a row of extra sharp teeth.
“Geez,” Fib gasped, clutching his stomach and catching his breath. “You really scared me, man…”
The figure stood up straight and turned toward Fib, taking a couple steps toward the blue boar. Fib shuddered, his hairs standing up. His stomach had lurched before, after being startled, but now it continuously churned with anxiety and fear. Who was this? What did they want this late at night?! He clutched the smoky quartz pendant he wore around his neck and gulped.
“Can you tell me what those pendulums are for?” The man asked. “I may want to get one.” His tail swished back and forth as he awaited an answer.
“F-for divination!” Fib chirped. “You ask it a question, it’ll swing in a certain way for ‘yes’ and then in a different way for ‘no.’ B-but… I just closed! You’ll need to come back tomorrow!”
“Pretty cool,” the man said softly. “I didn’t think that they did that… I guess you goblins are do know a lot about magic.”
“G-Goblin?!” Fib yelped. He didn’t keep his true form a secret, but people only ever knew about it after getting to know him. It wasn’t something that a random guy off the street in the middle of the night would just know.
“Sir, I’m a boar,” Fib grumbled, sharpening his tone to hide his fear. “I don’t appreciate you making assumptions about me late at night. Now if you excuse me, I’ll be going home. I had a long day.”
He was about to storm off, but the figure swished his tail to one side, blocking Fib’s path.
“You had a long day… but I’m about to have a long night, unless you can help me… I can make it worth your while…”
Fib scoffed. While he was still afraid and still wary of the situation, he was also beginning to get frustrated with whomever this was.
“I’m really not interested! I just wanna go home and relax-“
“Relax, huh?” The man said. He threw his hood back to finally reveal his face: it was a shark with teal skin, and long wild red hair. His eyes were a reddish orange and slit like a reptile’s eyes. Fib realized he recognized the face: it was a drummer who busked a little ways down the road every afternoon. Kai was his name, wasn’t it? What was he doing there? To Fib, he seemed to be a charismatic and friendly guy in the past. Now, he was acting like a creep. What had gotten into him?!
Then the shark’s eyes changed, his pupils widening to circles, and a cyan light breaking through the inky black hues. His irises brightened as well, going from orange, to red, to pink, to purple. His pupils expanded more and more, until this blue light completely covered his eyes, however, his iris remained as purple rings near the center of his eyes. Moments later, they too expanded, the purple light rushing outward like a ripple in a pond, but when these rings neared the edges of his eyes, a new purple dot formed in the center, before expanding outward into a ring. This process sped up, his eyes becoming a cyan ocean with infinite purple ripples.
Fib watched this process in horror at first, not understanding what was happening to his eyes, no longer understanding the creature before him. Was this a monster, or some kind of magic he hadn’t heard of? It wasn’t ‘Magick’ either, it was genuine magic that made him question reality, and what was possible. But… this magic… was something he wanted to understand more. He opened his eyes wider, examining the shark’s spiraling eyes, but the more he looked, the less he understood, and the more confused he felt.
He tried looking for patterns in the spirals, a source to the light, and tried to connect these things to other forms of Magick he knew, but every time he thought he understood something, it either changed, or his mind let go of it. He thought he found a consistent rate in which the shark’s eyes spiraled, but then the ripples changed pace. He thought he found a logical reason for the source of this magic, but all of his thoughts were just broken up into nonsensical fragments, the kind one thinks of in a dream.
“There,” Kai said, “is that better? Feeling much more relaxed?”
Fib felt much sleepier upon hearing that question. His eyelids grew heavy, his whole body felt warm and numb, his jaw loosened and began to drop, and his pointy swine ears lowered and curled backward. He tried to answer the question with his words, but all of his thoughts merged together into gibberish, and his mind was solely focused on the spiral. His head bobbed up and down as he fought sleep, and tried to stay focus, but eventually his eyes closed as he gave into the first stages of sleep: thoughtless, but still conscious.
“It only makes sense,” the shark continued. “Goblins love pretty and shiny things… and they always make great assistants, so it’s only natural they obey.”
“Buh… but…” he muttered, his eyes opening slightly. He didn’t make eye with Kai again, now able to think, and now able to that… what this shark knew made no sense.
“I’m uh… Boar…” he protested, lying once again.
Kai grabbed Fib’s face, directing his gaze into his spiraling eyes once more, freezing the boar’s thoughts once more.
“Did you think you could fool me?
You're a goblin, that I see.
Watch my spirals and you'll find,
you may have an open mind.”
Kai let go of Fib’s face, and Fib just stood wide eyed in a trance for a moment. His thoughts, his mind, his world, were all taken up by the pretty spiraling pattern before him. It was the only thing he could visualize in his mind’s eye, the only thing he could look at… The background and his peripherals all dissolved into cyan and purple spirals. There was no ground or sky, no up, down, left, or right. It was all just spirals a warm spiraling ether that snuffed out any semblance of thought.
And then the rhymes started. Fib often rhymed in his spells because it helped him them, and it also made it hold more power. Here: The rhymes became branded into his empty mushy mind, impossible to forget. The words held so much power that it was impossible to disobey, impossible to ignore. Fib’s head bobbed downward, his eyelids drooping again, but his eyes rolled upward, his eyes becoming crossed as they focused inward on his empty mind. A look of utter confusion and daze had formed on his face, but the sides of his mouth curved upward with joy.
“Shed your thoughts and shed your name
become evil, play my game,
My new minion: you are done.
You and I will have some fun."
His mind latched onto one command at a time. First, his mind fully emptied out — no memories, no thoughts, no name or sense of ‘self’ — just a blank slate. The next command made him feel a bit more connected to his mischievous roots, and gave him the desire to be a little devious, a little rude, or a little bit evil, and to play along with any of the shark’s antics. The next line solidified his place. The shark was the master, the boss, the big wise ‘king,’ while he was a minion, an imp, subservient, submissive, and fiercely loyal. But that last line… it made him curious.
"Uhn.. Fun?" He asked.
“Yes…” the shark whispered, “and all you need to do is obey me.”
The goblin tilted his head, awaiting a command.
“Sink deeper.”
His entire body went slack and he fell forward, but he didn’t hit the ground, for there was no ground, and instead began an infinite fall in this spiraling ether. It was not a scary descent however, and he felt as if he was gently floating downward like a feather.
“Obey me.”
Suddenly he was on two feet again, staring into his master’s eyes. The change in orientation made his stomach lurch, but it amused him, making him involuntarily chuckle under his breath.
“Sink deeper.”
He was floating once again. Several purple rings surrounded him, and he couldn’t tell if he was descending into an etherial tunnel, or if the rings were ascending to surround him. As he descended, his mind went even more silent, even more empty than before, his body becoming even more relaxed.
“Obey me.”
This time he wasn’t on two feet, and saw his master’s face at the top of the vortex as he continued to descend. He went stiff, grinned, and put one hand by his forehead in a salute.
“Sink deeper.”
The tunnel of etherial spirals grew narrower and narrower, before this magical energy, this light, skimmed past him. Then it engulfed him, the spiraling colors flowing around him like a viscous liquid. It felt warm, gooey and heavy, making his body relax even further, and somehow… it felt like a physical manifestation of joy itself, where just touching it made him feel giddy, ecstatic. Different rippling spiraling patterns of this etherial ocean completely covered his vision. Some of this gooey substance also flowed into his ears, making his mind feel warm and fuzzy, and making his mind slow, as if his consciousness was trudging through this substance. Soon he couldn’t tell where his own body, or where his own soul ended, and where this ocean began.
“Obey me. Sink deeper. Obey me. Sink deeper.”
The words repeated over and over again in his mind, and he was unable to focus on anything else. Each ‘Obey me’ snapped him back to some semblance of reality, jolted him into some wakeful trance, where he was ready to do whatever was asked of him. Each ‘Sink deeper,’ made him do just that: made him go into the deepest, most restful state of sleep, an empty limbo, an infinitely happy place. Each ‘Obey me’ was a jolt on this mental roller coaster, making his stomach lurch, amusing his new impish mind, making him chuckle, giggle, cackle, snort. Each ‘Sink deeper’ was a mental tuck into bed, a kiss on the cheek, an assurance that everything was okay, and would continue to be okay.
One final snap of fingers lurched the minion back to reality, finding himself in a physical space, once again. This lurch, just like before, amused him to no end, causing him to let out a loud cackle.
“GeheheheHAHAHAH!”
Kai stood before him, arms crossed, smirking, tail swishing back and forth, but his eyes were now their normal reddish orange once again. Kai’s minion found himself inside of a dark room, surrounded by a bunch of bottles, some filled with herbs, and some filled with glowing liquids. He found that his clothes had changed as well. He was wearing a loose baggy pants with a spiked belt, and he was wearing a straps across his chest with spiked shoulders, the kind that orcs would wear. His long messy hair was no longer concealed by a beanie, and some of it hung in front of his eyes.
“Welcome to your new home,” Kai said. “This is one of many rooms in my lair, and this one I made just for you.”
The minion now held a hunched over stance, his palms open and his fingers curled, an evil grin splayed across his face, his eyes perpetually spiraling cyan and purple. He looked around wildly, sniffing the air like an animal to better get acquainted with his surroundings.
“You will become whatever I say, whenever I say it. I shape your mind.”
The shark touched his chin and narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself.
“But…” he muttered, “I don’t know what to make of you… Let’s see… You may be smart, and you can make whatever potion I ask, but your mind is slow. You can’t speak, only oink.”
The minion tilted his head before he let out a piggish oink.
“You cannot resist the allure of shiny things, you are bribed by food, and you love to pound your chest like a gorilla.”
He let out repetitive oinks and pounded his chest.
“Flub,” the shark said with a grin. “Your name’s Flub, and you’re my potions guy from now on. You love making dangerous brews, and turning others into pigs like you.”
Flub oinked twice and nodded over and over with approval.
“Now,” the shark muttered… He reached back into a shelf out of view and pulled out a something round. It was a big, soft brown torus that… smelled very sweet to flub. His eyes widened, and he took a few steps forward, sniffing and snorting as he leaned toward it. The shark pulled the big donut to one side, and Flub turned his head toward it again. Then he pulled it to the other side and Flub jerked his head back to keep smelling it. He then shoved the donut over Flub’s snout, to which the boar, crossed his eyes to look at it, let out a confused oink, and began shaking his head rapidly back and forth to try to get it off, forgetting that he could simply use his hands.
Kai chuckled. He may have had work to do, and there may have been little time for games, but he was having too much fun toying with his new minion, amused and amazed by his power. He was able to take a fairly intelligent goblin and turn him into an animalistic brute, and while he had hypnotized countless people in this way, he always felt proud of his work. Each person he hypnotized was a new personality that he wrote, a soul he created, and having an army created in his image meant that he could be more than a silly drummer, and more than a hypnotist… he could play god.
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This is a bit of a self indulgent hypnosis story. I wrote it because I'm struggling with my current project. It's been nearly a month and I've only written 4k words on that. So: I decided to write this story for my own amusement and to get my mind off of my main project. This story based on two art pieces Honeydew Wolf made for me, the above image being one of them. I hope you enjoy! ^-^
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Click!
Fib locked the glass door to the Magick shop and peeked through the window, making one final check to see if he had forgotten anything. His breath fogged up the darkened glass as he looked. The was shut, the herbs had been put away, the crystal balls and scrying tools were covered in cloth… The last thing he had done before he left was dust the bookshelves, so even if he couldn’t see the bookshelves from the window, he knew he didn’t forget that. He breathed a sigh of relief knowing he could finally head home after a long night shift.
“Nice little shop ya got there.”
Fib flinched and whirled around to find a figure leaning up against the wall, one foot flat against the wall, while he kept his head down. This man was wearing a black hoodie, and jeans. He had a long smooth fishy tail and he was barefoot, revealing a pair of webbed flippers instead of feet or hooves or paws. In the night he couldn’t quite see his face from under the hood, but a snout poked out, grinning and flashing a row of extra sharp teeth.
“Geez,” Fib gasped, clutching his stomach and catching his breath. “You really scared me, man…”
The figure stood up straight and turned toward Fib, taking a couple steps toward the blue boar. Fib shuddered, his hairs standing up. His stomach had lurched before, after being startled, but now it continuously churned with anxiety and fear. Who was this? What did they want this late at night?! He clutched the smoky quartz pendant he wore around his neck and gulped.
“Can you tell me what those pendulums are for?” The man asked. “I may want to get one.” His tail swished back and forth as he awaited an answer.
“F-for divination!” Fib chirped. “You ask it a question, it’ll swing in a certain way for ‘yes’ and then in a different way for ‘no.’ B-but… I just closed! You’ll need to come back tomorrow!”
“Pretty cool,” the man said softly. “I didn’t think that they did that… I guess you goblins are do know a lot about magic.”
“G-Goblin?!” Fib yelped. He didn’t keep his true form a secret, but people only ever knew about it after getting to know him. It wasn’t something that a random guy off the street in the middle of the night would just know.
“Sir, I’m a boar,” Fib grumbled, sharpening his tone to hide his fear. “I don’t appreciate you making assumptions about me late at night. Now if you excuse me, I’ll be going home. I had a long day.”
He was about to storm off, but the figure swished his tail to one side, blocking Fib’s path.
“You had a long day… but I’m about to have a long night, unless you can help me… I can make it worth your while…”
Fib scoffed. While he was still afraid and still wary of the situation, he was also beginning to get frustrated with whomever this was.
“I’m really not interested! I just wanna go home and relax-“
“Relax, huh?” The man said. He threw his hood back to finally reveal his face: it was a shark with teal skin, and long wild red hair. His eyes were a reddish orange and slit like a reptile’s eyes. Fib realized he recognized the face: it was a drummer who busked a little ways down the road every afternoon. Kai was his name, wasn’t it? What was he doing there? To Fib, he seemed to be a charismatic and friendly guy in the past. Now, he was acting like a creep. What had gotten into him?!
Then the shark’s eyes changed, his pupils widening to circles, and a cyan light breaking through the inky black hues. His irises brightened as well, going from orange, to red, to pink, to purple. His pupils expanded more and more, until this blue light completely covered his eyes, however, his iris remained as purple rings near the center of his eyes. Moments later, they too expanded, the purple light rushing outward like a ripple in a pond, but when these rings neared the edges of his eyes, a new purple dot formed in the center, before expanding outward into a ring. This process sped up, his eyes becoming a cyan ocean with infinite purple ripples.
Fib watched this process in horror at first, not understanding what was happening to his eyes, no longer understanding the creature before him. Was this a monster, or some kind of magic he hadn’t heard of? It wasn’t ‘Magick’ either, it was genuine magic that made him question reality, and what was possible. But… this magic… was something he wanted to understand more. He opened his eyes wider, examining the shark’s spiraling eyes, but the more he looked, the less he understood, and the more confused he felt.
He tried looking for patterns in the spirals, a source to the light, and tried to connect these things to other forms of Magick he knew, but every time he thought he understood something, it either changed, or his mind let go of it. He thought he found a consistent rate in which the shark’s eyes spiraled, but then the ripples changed pace. He thought he found a logical reason for the source of this magic, but all of his thoughts were just broken up into nonsensical fragments, the kind one thinks of in a dream.
“There,” Kai said, “is that better? Feeling much more relaxed?”
Fib felt much sleepier upon hearing that question. His eyelids grew heavy, his whole body felt warm and numb, his jaw loosened and began to drop, and his pointy swine ears lowered and curled backward. He tried to answer the question with his words, but all of his thoughts merged together into gibberish, and his mind was solely focused on the spiral. His head bobbed up and down as he fought sleep, and tried to stay focus, but eventually his eyes closed as he gave into the first stages of sleep: thoughtless, but still conscious.
“It only makes sense,” the shark continued. “Goblins love pretty and shiny things… and they always make great assistants, so it’s only natural they obey.”
“Buh… but…” he muttered, his eyes opening slightly. He didn’t make eye with Kai again, now able to think, and now able to that… what this shark knew made no sense.
“I’m uh… Boar…” he protested, lying once again.
Kai grabbed Fib’s face, directing his gaze into his spiraling eyes once more, freezing the boar’s thoughts once more.
“Did you think you could fool me?
You're a goblin, that I see.
Watch my spirals and you'll find,
you may have an open mind.”
Kai let go of Fib’s face, and Fib just stood wide eyed in a trance for a moment. His thoughts, his mind, his world, were all taken up by the pretty spiraling pattern before him. It was the only thing he could visualize in his mind’s eye, the only thing he could look at… The background and his peripherals all dissolved into cyan and purple spirals. There was no ground or sky, no up, down, left, or right. It was all just spirals a warm spiraling ether that snuffed out any semblance of thought.
And then the rhymes started. Fib often rhymed in his spells because it helped him them, and it also made it hold more power. Here: The rhymes became branded into his empty mushy mind, impossible to forget. The words held so much power that it was impossible to disobey, impossible to ignore. Fib’s head bobbed downward, his eyelids drooping again, but his eyes rolled upward, his eyes becoming crossed as they focused inward on his empty mind. A look of utter confusion and daze had formed on his face, but the sides of his mouth curved upward with joy.
“Shed your thoughts and shed your name
become evil, play my game,
My new minion: you are done.
You and I will have some fun."
His mind latched onto one command at a time. First, his mind fully emptied out — no memories, no thoughts, no name or sense of ‘self’ — just a blank slate. The next command made him feel a bit more connected to his mischievous roots, and gave him the desire to be a little devious, a little rude, or a little bit evil, and to play along with any of the shark’s antics. The next line solidified his place. The shark was the master, the boss, the big wise ‘king,’ while he was a minion, an imp, subservient, submissive, and fiercely loyal. But that last line… it made him curious.
"Uhn.. Fun?" He asked.
“Yes…” the shark whispered, “and all you need to do is obey me.”
The goblin tilted his head, awaiting a command.
“Sink deeper.”
His entire body went slack and he fell forward, but he didn’t hit the ground, for there was no ground, and instead began an infinite fall in this spiraling ether. It was not a scary descent however, and he felt as if he was gently floating downward like a feather.
“Obey me.”
Suddenly he was on two feet again, staring into his master’s eyes. The change in orientation made his stomach lurch, but it amused him, making him involuntarily chuckle under his breath.
“Sink deeper.”
He was floating once again. Several purple rings surrounded him, and he couldn’t tell if he was descending into an etherial tunnel, or if the rings were ascending to surround him. As he descended, his mind went even more silent, even more empty than before, his body becoming even more relaxed.
“Obey me.”
This time he wasn’t on two feet, and saw his master’s face at the top of the vortex as he continued to descend. He went stiff, grinned, and put one hand by his forehead in a salute.
“Sink deeper.”
The tunnel of etherial spirals grew narrower and narrower, before this magical energy, this light, skimmed past him. Then it engulfed him, the spiraling colors flowing around him like a viscous liquid. It felt warm, gooey and heavy, making his body relax even further, and somehow… it felt like a physical manifestation of joy itself, where just touching it made him feel giddy, ecstatic. Different rippling spiraling patterns of this etherial ocean completely covered his vision. Some of this gooey substance also flowed into his ears, making his mind feel warm and fuzzy, and making his mind slow, as if his consciousness was trudging through this substance. Soon he couldn’t tell where his own body, or where his own soul ended, and where this ocean began.
“Obey me. Sink deeper. Obey me. Sink deeper.”
The words repeated over and over again in his mind, and he was unable to focus on anything else. Each ‘Obey me’ snapped him back to some semblance of reality, jolted him into some wakeful trance, where he was ready to do whatever was asked of him. Each ‘Sink deeper,’ made him do just that: made him go into the deepest, most restful state of sleep, an empty limbo, an infinitely happy place. Each ‘Obey me’ was a jolt on this mental roller coaster, making his stomach lurch, amusing his new impish mind, making him chuckle, giggle, cackle, snort. Each ‘Sink deeper’ was a mental tuck into bed, a kiss on the cheek, an assurance that everything was okay, and would continue to be okay.
One final snap of fingers lurched the minion back to reality, finding himself in a physical space, once again. This lurch, just like before, amused him to no end, causing him to let out a loud cackle.
“GeheheheHAHAHAH!”
Kai stood before him, arms crossed, smirking, tail swishing back and forth, but his eyes were now their normal reddish orange once again. Kai’s minion found himself inside of a dark room, surrounded by a bunch of bottles, some filled with herbs, and some filled with glowing liquids. He found that his clothes had changed as well. He was wearing a loose baggy pants with a spiked belt, and he was wearing a straps across his chest with spiked shoulders, the kind that orcs would wear. His long messy hair was no longer concealed by a beanie, and some of it hung in front of his eyes.
“Welcome to your new home,” Kai said. “This is one of many rooms in my lair, and this one I made just for you.”
The minion now held a hunched over stance, his palms open and his fingers curled, an evil grin splayed across his face, his eyes perpetually spiraling cyan and purple. He looked around wildly, sniffing the air like an animal to better get acquainted with his surroundings.
“You will become whatever I say, whenever I say it. I shape your mind.”
The shark touched his chin and narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself.
“But…” he muttered, “I don’t know what to make of you… Let’s see… You may be smart, and you can make whatever potion I ask, but your mind is slow. You can’t speak, only oink.”
The minion tilted his head before he let out a piggish oink.
“You cannot resist the allure of shiny things, you are bribed by food, and you love to pound your chest like a gorilla.”
He let out repetitive oinks and pounded his chest.
“Flub,” the shark said with a grin. “Your name’s Flub, and you’re my potions guy from now on. You love making dangerous brews, and turning others into pigs like you.”
Flub oinked twice and nodded over and over with approval.
“Now,” the shark muttered… He reached back into a shelf out of view and pulled out a something round. It was a big, soft brown torus that… smelled very sweet to flub. His eyes widened, and he took a few steps forward, sniffing and snorting as he leaned toward it. The shark pulled the big donut to one side, and Flub turned his head toward it again. Then he pulled it to the other side and Flub jerked his head back to keep smelling it. He then shoved the donut over Flub’s snout, to which the boar, crossed his eyes to look at it, let out a confused oink, and began shaking his head rapidly back and forth to try to get it off, forgetting that he could simply use his hands.
Kai chuckled. He may have had work to do, and there may have been little time for games, but he was having too much fun toying with his new minion, amused and amazed by his power. He was able to take a fairly intelligent goblin and turn him into an animalistic brute, and while he had hypnotized countless people in this way, he always felt proud of his work. Each person he hypnotized was a new personality that he wrote, a soul he created, and having an army created in his image meant that he could be more than a silly drummer, and more than a hypnotist… he could play god.
