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the hypnosis meme

The Hypnosis Meme

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how?

01 induction. a comfortable place, a confident touch, and all the right words to take you under. deep breath in, deep breath out, just lie back for the plain flavor, no gimmicks or special powers involved.
02 the prop box. that's not enough? then how about a spinning spiral, or a swinging pocket watch, a coin or a candle, a flickering candle, that's right, just look at the flame, watch the flame closely, watch it dance in front of your eyes and relax, just relax...
03 simply powerful. deep and hypnotic eyes, a strong and commanding voice, their comforting and soothing touch; that person has more than talent - they have the power to bring you completely under their control, and there is no way to resist... at least not forever.
04 magic! a spell to control your body, a potion to command your mind, an artifact to destroy your will. you might have been enchanted, or even cursed. maybe it was an accident, a lesson gone wrong. whatever it was, it's time for a magical trance!
05 science! death rays are so last season, hypno rays are all the rage these days! and did you hear about that new drug that makes you 89% more suggestible to everything you're told? apparently they can even insert a chip into your brain and-- you know, why don't you see the miracle of science for yourself?
06 other. combine, change, roll again, or try something else entirely.

why?

01 therapy something you want to remember? something you'd like to forget? quit smoking, eat healthier, be the best you you can be. whatever your reason, whatever your method, your subconsciousness needs a spring cleaning to improve your life.
02 in good fun you're really looking forward to this! it's a show, it's a party, or maybe it's just the two of you trying something new. entertaining, relaxing, maybe even hot and steamy. kick back, and enjoy the experience.
03 part of the job the latest corporate drug, another monster preying on people's minds, the third alien artifact you dug up this week. you've run into this before, and you will run into it again. but maybe this time is different. maybe this time something went wrong...
04 part of a scheme you don't want this, but somebody else begs to differ. maybe it's as harmless as a prank to make you cluck like a chicken whenever they say your name. or maybe it's as bad as a plot to make you their obedient servant forever. only they know, but for better or worse, you're about to find out.
05 an accident a vacant stare into that magical mirror, blank faces after a gas leak, sparks flying in the wrong direction and suddenly you find yourself chanting 'yes, master' over and over again? looks like somebody was too careless. sure, nobody meant for this to happen, but it did, and now you have to deal with the side-effects.
06 other. combine, change, roll again, or try something else entirely.

what?

01 relaxation. all you want is to unwind, switch off, forget about your stress and worries for a while. close your eyes, you'll wake up feeling so refreshed. that is, unless somebody goes a little overboard with that happy and vacant smile...
02 transformation. bark like a dog. moo like a cow. put on this apron, you are the maid now. you're a robot, you're just a doll, you are the president of the world, an adorable baby, the perfect boyfriend- you are something or somebody you weren't before.
03 personality change. people don't change? we'll see about that! there must be some way to make you more assertive, less anxious, more honest, less unruly. maybe something could even change your evil ways! or your good ones, for that matter...
04 submission. this one is all about following commands. any commands. any commands. but do they just want to see you dance to their tune once, or will they wash, scrub and bleach your brain until it comes out blank and obedient forever?
05 seduction. maybe it's something sneaky to charm somebody you just met, maybe it's something sexy to spice up your relationship. whatever it is, whatever you do, it's trance time in the bedroom. and it would feel so amazing to take off your clothes for me, wouldn't it?
06 other. combine, change, roll again, or try something else entirely.

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[ Any method is fine, probably something sillier. Probably mostly relaxing her and maybe even make it easier for her to speak (sonic characters with ptsd!) although 'relaxing' could definitely be... in bed too. ]

As night fell on the sleepy little Island of Dokidoki, Isabelle was finishing up her tasks for the evening. She spent most of her time each day in resident services but sometimes there were tasks that required her to take a more direct approch.

It was OK though. Mr. Nook was still in Resident services to handle anyone who came by and she bid him goodnight as she stepped out into the warm spring air.

She always liked how the stars twinkled over Dokidoki island. It was so very different from the big city where she and her brother had grown up. Perhaps that's why she'd taken to working out in the countryside and now out on the ocean. The stars were one if not one of the many perks to such a relaxing lifestyle.

And speaking of relaxing, she came upon her final task for the night. A new resident had moved into town and it was her job to make sure they would fit in with the others. Mr. Nook and his chosen Island Representative wanted their island to become the sort of place that musical legends would want to visit and that meant being very careful who they let live there. No rocking the boat after all!

This one was a boat rocker if Isabelle ever saw one. She had a past that Mr. Nook had described as "Concerning." and the sort of face that screamed "Trouble."

But after tonight, Isabelle was sure she'd fit in wonderfully with all their friends.

Knocking gently on the door Isabelle waited patiently.

It had come after fighting too many battles. After war, and loss, and being driven very nearly to murder more than once. Actually seeing a therapist for the first time; talking to friends with all their criss-crossing ideas and motivations. Whisper had gotten out, and away, to a peaceful little island where there was exactly zero chance of any fighting breaking out, and left any way to contact her to snail mail.

Hopefully she didn't freak out over fireworks.

There was still the issue of fitting in with a small town of civilians, most of whom had probably never even met a hero like Sonic in person, many who had probably never even seen a glimpse of a villainous attack. Hopefully, she could learn to be more like them.

That would take time.

...right now, there was someone knocking on her door on a nice, calm evening, and she answered the door with eyes that quickly scanned Isabelle, the local... what was she again? Cute and friendly looking. Not a threat. Even putting her gear aside for a sundress that was awkwardly cutesy and feminine on her, Whisper looked ready to jump anyone at a moment's notice. "Hello. How can I help?" Her voice came out in a, uh. Whisper. Her parents must've been psychic.

"Good evening! I just wanted to come by and see how you're settling in. I know that moving is always a stressful thing to go through, but once it's over hopefully you don't have too much trouble relaxing."

She smiled warmly, the bells tied in her fur ponytail making a soothing ringing noise whenever she moved.

"Do you have any questions about the island or, is there anything I can help with Miss Whisper?"

Whisper nodded once. Yes, it was a bit stressful - in the hopes that she'd be able to really relax here, away from reminders of her old life. Even her Wispon had been put away, although the walking stick by the door was weighted for self-defense if the wrong person came looking for her.

"Thank you. I just... need time to settle. Get to know people." Hornsby seemed nice. The bells drew Whisper's attention, a little, her senses still tuned to every little detail - every bit of Isabelle's presence was unthreatening.

"You can take as much time as you want. In fact I thought I'd like to get to know you as well if you have the time for it. I even brought a little housewarming gift!" Isabelle kept her soft warm eyes focused on Whisper's as her bells rang again gently, softer this time.

"May I come in?"

Well then. Whisper hadn't expected to host any visitors just yet - her home was barely decorated, the furniture practical and quite plain. But Isabelle was less than harmless, trying to help and socialize, so why not start making friends with her?

Another simple nod, and she stepped back to let Isabelle in.

Isabelle strolled in, her usual shuffling casual ness making her bell ring softly with each step.

"You already have a Nookphone don't you? Everyone who moves to the island gets one. And I have a new app for you to help you unwind at the end of the day. Like those white noise machines they sell in the fancy gadget stores you know?"

She drew her own phone out, showing off it had a cute little phone case with a picture of a peach on it.

The gentle jingling of those bells kept her attention grabbed just a little more, and she closed the door and followed behind Isabelle quietly until she asked about the Nookphone. Whisper grabbed it off a table; she hadn't done much with it, didn't even have a case for it.

"...let's see what it's like."

"That's the spirit."

She tapped her phone and sent out a signal to Whisper's triggering the app download process. Once Whisper accepted a new program appeared on her phone with a picture of a bell on it.

"There we go. Think of it as a housewarming gift from me to you." She answered in her soft soothing voice before tucking her phone away.

"Give it a try."

The app itself greeted whisper with the word "Relax" which began to slowly melt into colors, as barely perceptible flashes began to leave spots in her vision. And if she had her volume on there was a white noise effect.

Gently Isabelle shook her hair making the bells jingle soothingly.

"See? It's nice isn't it?"

Whisper glanced at Isabelle, then down at her own phone, before accepting the app. Even if this was just a smiling face to get her guard down for some invasive technology... she'd deal with that.

It probably wasn't that. Hopefully. She liked to think she was a better judge of people at least.

"Thank you." 'Relax'. Well it was... hypnotic, was a word for it? Made her vision blur. Made her brain blur. Her hearing was sharp even for a canine, so white noise always felt like it was wrapping around her whole head. "...relaxed..."

"I thought so. It always helps me relax after a long day. And you've had a lot of long days haven't you?"

Reaching forward Isabelle took Whisper's free hand and held it in her paw.

"I bet you're so tense all the time because you're scared of what's waiting out there on the other side of the ocean. Whatever you ran away from...whoever you ran away from. They can't get you here."

She brought Whisper's hand up to kiss it softly.

"Unless...you're the one you're afraid of?"

A lot of long days. Too many, even at her age. Too much loss already, and fighting didn't let her stop and deal with it. Her friends could and would visit her here once she settled in. But before that, she needed to get her thoughts to just... slow down.

Things were... fuzzy. And Isabelle seemed to have her number. There was a lot to fear, including herself.

"...it's... been difficult." But at least Isabelle was easy to talk to. And gentle. ...and romantic? "I'm. Not well."

"I was afraid of that. But it's OK. Just relax and enjoy the colors."

She gave Whisper's hand another squeeze and rang her bells gently.

"You know I wear these bells for you? It's such a relaxing sound isn't it? I think from now on whenever you hear my bells you'll feel nice and relaxed. Warm and soft inside. You'd like to feel that way wouldn't you Whisper?"

"Colors..." Makes it easy to talk. About things she doesn't normally know how to put into words. Like how... badly off she is, in a lot of ways. Better than she was or she isn't sure she'd even trust herself here.

The jingling hit her again, her heartbeat steady, her anxiety as low as she had felt it in a long time. Just... calm. Relaxed. "It's nice. ...thank you..."

"You're very welcome."

Taking her hold on Whisper's paw she led her over to the bed. "They say if you stare at the screen long enough, you'll see the colors even when you close your eyes. It makes it so easy to fall asleep at night. I bet you'll have the best sleeps you've ever had now that you're an Island girl."

Once Whisper was on her back Isabelle let go of the paw and stroked her cheek.

"Are you ready to become an island girl?" she offered ringing her bells once more.

In a daze, Whisper didn't even think to not let Isabelle lead her to the bed. It was plain, every bit of it, a bit on the firm side but comfy. Someone had gifted her fancy, high thread count cotton sheets before she left.

Whisper laid back, breathing slowly. "Sleep easily..." Maybe she really had chosen well. Everything was... so relaxing now.

"Ready... Isabelle..."

"There's a good girl." Isabelle lowered her head and kissed her cheek before laying next to her on the bed and whispering in that oh so sensitive ear.

"The first step is to picture an Island girl. She's a wolf with pretty fur, and a soft sweet voice. She looks a lot like you...but she's happy. Can you picture a girl like that?"

"She loves life on the island, and would never leave for long. Maybe a vacation to another island, maybe a quick visit but she loves her island best and is most comfortable safe on her island."

Whisper closed her eyes, as she laid back. Isabelle was so sweet. Kissing her on the cheek. Like a friend or... whatever. What felt good, was what mattered. Whisper listened, and imagined. Herself, happy. Smiling more, speaking openly again, not choking on her words. Not afraid.

"She's... happy. Loves it. The island... is the best place." To be herself. Even better than herself.

"Good girl. Yes she is a very happy girl." Isabelle gently undid the ties in Whisper's hair letting it down and of course rang her bells again.

"Now I want you to see her take out a little bubble wand. You know the kind? She's going to blow into that wand and make a bubble, a big round bubble....breathe in deep...let it out slowly and help her fill up the bubble."

As Whisper went through the exercise Isabelle would do it too, breathing in deep and letting it out in unison with her to help her feel at ease.

"Very good. That bubble is floating away. Maybe we'll see it again someday. That would be nice.

We're going to make another bubble, but this time I want you to fill it up with something. Feel it deep in your chest...all your sad feelings...your bad memories...your anger. All the parts of you that would keep the Island girl from being happy? Take a deep breath and fill that bubble up with them. It looks so dark and murky doesn't it?"

Whisper listened. Happy girl with her hair down. She kept it up more or less most of the time. The better to keep it out of the way. Could get it cut, but there were people who were important to her who liked her hair.

So she kept it.

Now she had to imagine... bubbles. It'd been years. Of course. A deep, slow breath, gentle enough to not pop the bubble. Send it away.

Then another. A deep breath, full of... bad stuff. Whisper nodded, and shivered, and swallowed a lump. 'Murky' didn't begin to describe her mental image. But... she could let it float away...

"There it is...all those parts of you that you don't like...memories that make you sad. Fears...time to let them all just drift away. Give one last really good blow and we'll watch it float away over the ocean. Ready? 3. 2. 1."

She took in a deep breath, jingled her bells and blew air out slowly so Whisper could follow suit. Once she was all out of air she let the mental image drift through Whisper's mind for a moment longer.

"Be sure to tell me when the bubble is out of sight. All gone so that Whisper can be a good island girl."

Once that was done, onto the next task.

"Now Whisper, what kind of Island girl do you want to be? Happy? Carefree? And so friendly aren't you? You just want to be close to everyone."

Deep breaths. Slow, careful breaths, to send all of it away. All the darkness that kept her from really living.

Whisper exhaled, the jingle soothing her.

"It's gone..." Her voice still low, but more confident.

"Quiet, but... friendly."

"Well you are that for sure. So friendly and sweet aren't you? You just love making new friends, doing whatever you can for them. All you want to do is be close to them. Make them happy because when you're making others happy, you're happy too aren't you whisper?"

Isabelle continued to lay the ground work, smoothing the rough edges of Whisper's tattered psyche as she stroked the girl's chest idly admiring the curves she had brought to the island.

"And how do you feel about intimacy now that all those dark bad thoughts are gone away forever?"

Whisper nodded. She was happy, happier than she'd been in so long. Here, Whisper could make new friends. Friends she could trust, in a safe place, where nothing bad would happen, to then, or to her. Just friendship.

...and intimacy.

Whisper's chest heaved a little at the touch, the wolf quite curvy and well-endowed. "...it sounds... nice. Like... I've missed out on it."

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