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Dylan was a normal highschool sophomore. He had a few friends, a loving family, a manageable amount of homework, and pretty standard hobbies. The one thing that stood his apart from his classmates was Ethan.
Ethan was a junior, star of the rugby team, with a girlfriend of 2 years and plenty willing to fill her spot. He was tall, blond, blue-eyed, and ravishing, with a soft but lean face and muscular frame. In short, he was the all-American jock. And he had found out mid-summer that Dylan was closeted. Since then, he had constantly harassed and blackmailed Dylan, whether through burner accounts online or in their 7th period Algebra 2 class, and as soon as school had started Dylan found himself doing basically all of Ethan's homework. In short, Ethan made Dylan's life a living hell. But that was all about to change.
Dylan woke up at 4:30 on a Wednesday morning. He had gotten in the habit of waking up earlier, so he could jerk off secretly in the bathroom without the chance of being spotted. He rubbed the crust out of his eyes, sat up, and stumbled out of bed. As he did, he noticed a slip of paper fall to the ground. He picked it up and read it.
For 24 hours, you have the ability to hypnotize people. Simply clap your hands 3 times in front of them and they will enter a trance. Give them instructions and snap your fingers. During this time they will follow any additional instructions set. When you are done controlling them, clap your hands 3 times again. They will fall into a trance for 45 seconds. IMPORTANT: they will not remember anything while in the trance, but they WILL remember events outside of it, including additional instructions, unless explicitly told not to. Use carefully.
~Go get 'em champ :)
The note seemed to be typed, except for the last sentence, which was written in pen.
"What a dumb prank," thought Dylan, and crumpled it up before going to the bathroom.
However, the contents of the note weighed in Dylan's mind for the whole morning. Finally, he decided he would try it after breakfast. His dad had left for work and his mom was in the shower, so there was nobody in the dining room except Dylan and his younger brother, Sam.
"Hey, Sam."
Sam looked over, annoyed. "What?"
Dylan clapped 3 times, quickly, and said, "Clean my utensils right now."
Sam sat there, looking confused. "Of course, what did I think would happen," scoffed Dylan mentally. Then he remembered to snap his fingers.
Sam got up, gathered Dylan's bowl and spoon, and walked over to the sink. When he was done cleaning them, he stood still.
"Come over here."
Sam walked over, and Dylan snapped his fingers again. Sam started and blinked before looking around. "What the fuck?"
Holy shit
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Dylan moved throughout the whole day in a trance of his own. He knew that some being, somewhere, had given him this power to deal with Ethan, and he needed to make the most out of it. He finally settled on a plan, and by 7th period Algebra 2, he was ready.
As class started (there was a substitute today, thank God), Ethan came up to him. "Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes with my project, fag". Then he walked out the door.
The class erupted into the kind of chatter that could only happen under an elderly, uncaring sub, but Dylan was too nervous to take part. He counted down the minutes, and raised his hand.
Every step to the bathroom felt like an earthquake. There was a pit in his stomach, and his hands were sweaty. Finally, Dylan made it to the boys' private bathroom at the end of the hall and opened the door. There was Ethan, scrolling on his phone. Ethan looked up, and before he has the chance to say anything, Dylan clapped his hands 3 times, quickly. Ethan's gaze slackened, and Dylan locked the door. Jackpot.