" so is this going to hurt" Jonathan inquires the cold press of the device that greatly resembles a piercing gun pressed to the side of his head flaring up Goosebumps
" it's only going to be a little prick, maybe a little bit of nausea as our minds interlock, but other than that it should go smoothly",jervis answers the little star shaped injury on the side of his head peppered with dried blood
He clenches his hand and only grunts a little while the device is plunged into his skin, his hold on the waist basket he was given increases when the telltale signs of an impending puking sesh began to show, but they quickly made as twin simultaneous beeps come from the devices implanted into them
" okay, what do we do now"
" one sec let me try thinking of something" the blonde focuses for a bit and in the brunette's head quote from the blondes favorite piece of literature comes to him like it was his own thought
" did it work"
" yeah, now let me try", Jonathan tries to think of something Innocent but his mind keeps wondering to less Savory images, the blush on the blonde's face is evidence that all those unsavory thoughts are being projected into his head
" I do suppose it could have those sort of benefits",jervis says in his best seductive tone
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" now remember we have a mental safe word, if something don't feel like you just think at me and I'll stop, that Claire", Jonathan asks adjusting his scarecrow outfit
The bound and gagged blonde nods in understanding, and the redhead closes his eyes and a great shuddering Terror engulfs the taller blonde, and he doesn't feel as big as he usually is, small under the predatory gaze of a monster made of straw and burlap
* it's not real, it's just a nightmare*, he repeats in his mind to which the Towering creature presses a Claude finger to his middle, the Press of syringe like claws into naked skin seizes his mental mantra and he stares up into the crow like eyes of the creature above him, he knows in reality that he could have easily overpower The Man Behind the burlap, but it's fun to pretend to be helpless, and the feelings of got twisting Terror being pushed into his head makes the help helplessness feel more real
A claw from the creatures other hand slips down his gag and forces past his lips, the liquid in the syringe attacked to its finger sprays, and he tenses up though the liquid is not fear toxin but sparkling orange juice, with the tiniest hint of lemon for some sourness
The gag is quickly pulled back up, and fresh wave of slightly aroused tinged Terror engulfed him like a person being baptized, he struggles against his bones the blunt tips of the syringe claws press into his skin, and the false sensation of them slipping under skin is fed to him
A couple more waves of increasingly arouse tinted Terror feel him with each false press of syringe into vein, until he's a whimpering hard mess on their bed
* I Surrender, you're real, take me*, he thinks to the creature spreading his legs as wide as his bonds will allow
" gladly", the southern accent artificially deepened by The Voice modulator in The Mask answers, and the poor helpless blonde only gets harder
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John was having a bad day, first is Halloween plans with foiled prematurely by by Joker cluing in the Batman, and now he lay in his Arkham sale nursing a broken arm and without his beloved Comfort person, God he would kill to have the chunky blonde here to cuddle and make him feel better
Then he has an idea, he doesn't know where the hat is physically but he can find out, closing his eyes he pushes a singular question out into the mental ether, and in the lunchroom the Hatteras chewing disappointedly at the stale Pizza on his plate when the question finds him
* where you at*, Jonathan's Voice rings on his head
* at lunch, we're having pizza you're not missing anything it's garbage*, he thinks back and low laugh that rings in his mind a couple seconds later causes him to chuckle a bit too
* I'm lonely, I want my Cuddle Bunny*
* and you have him you only have to wait a little bit longer* the blonde promises and sends his beloved straw man the Phantom feeling of arms around him and the promise of real ones soon enough
Jonathan size into the Phantom hold
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jervis was moping in the cafeteria, it had been a week since he came back to golf I mean his new body, and still he's not seen hiding her hair of Jonathan, perhaps the rumors were true perhaps he was dead
He was about to stuff another spoonful of lukewarm meet gelatin into his mouth when a sudden pain rang through his head, it felt like the mind of something that shouldn't be alive was trying to claw its way back on his mental frequency
This was different than the usual background feedback of the usual link, more overpowering something he felt when they were doing kinky stuff, but it didn't come with the added bonus of domination induced pleasure, just the cold mental hand of a dead man sinking his fingers into his mind
" hey haty, you feeling ok, you just a bit foamy at the mouthy" Quinn asks as she looks on and horror at the vibrating Hatter as his spit bubbles from his mouth like a rabbit dog
" dead men rise from the graves, the wind howls with the Damned", the spasming man spits out before jumping from his seat and painting his face with the meat gelatin like war paint
"What the f-", Edward begins to blurt but is interrupted by a spoon being thrown at him
" praise be the master of fear", the short man screams at the top of his lungs before rushing as fast as his Teensy legs can get him to the nearest window and leaping out
A gaggle of guards and inmates rushed to the window to see a shadowy figure catch the Hatter who just leaped out of the window,
" hey that kind of looks like John", quinzel Whispers for anyone can say anything else the figure disappears with the Hatter and man disappears in a puff of smoke and the faint sound of crows can be heard
"I guess John isn't dead" Edward shrugs licking off the little bit of meat gelatin that was plastic to his face by the spoon that was thrown at him
The end