hypnoswriter: “Are you sure this is where the cosplay contestants are supposed to wait? I don&
hypnoswriter: “Are you sure this is where the cosplay contestants are supposed to wait? I don’t see anyone else,” the young woman dressed as Kitty Pryde asked frowning. The man with the clipboard nodded, “Everyone has to answer a few questions and then they get to go backstage to get ready for the show.” The woman nodded, that sounded reasonable though the fact that there was nobody else at all around still seemed odd. She had thought that she has to go to the third floor of the convention center not the fifth, but the man with the clipboard had lead her here. “So who are you supposed to be?” he asked. “Shadowcat,” she said. He shrugged and wrote something down, “So what you’ve got cat powers?” “No I can change my molecular density and phase through solid matter,” she explained. How was this guy a volunteer at a comic con if he didn’t even know one of the more famous X-Men? “Sure,” he said and wrote something else down. He then looked at his phone and seemed to be texting. Her frown deepened. “Do you have a good imagination?” he asked putting the phone in a pocket and setting down his clipboard. “Sure, that’s why I love comics,” she said. “So if Shadowcat met Saruon and looked deep into his eyes what would happen?” he met her eyes. She frowned, “Well you’re saying it wrong but he has the power of hypnosis. If she looked into his eyes she’d be under his thrall.” “And you’re dressed as her, looking deeply into my eyes,” he said. It was a funny thing to say, but it was true so the young woman nodded, “Yes.” “Deep into my eyes just like Shadowcat. Deep into my eyes. Imagining yourself becoming hypnotized,” he said. She nodded, picturing his eyes as deep and hypnotic as the villain in the comics. As deep and hypnotic. “You have a good imagination. You can imagine it. And what happens when Shadowcat is are hypnotized?” “She must obey,” the woman said, her voice flat. “And you are dressed as her so what must you do?” “Obey.” He smiled. These cosplayers were so suggestible. Their vivid imaginations made them the perfect target for some recreational hypnosis. He didn’t even need to know anything, just look up a villain with mind control powers to get them imagining being enslaved. Their minds did the rest. “Good Girl. Now follow me to my evil lair.” -- source link