Chapter 3: The Headache.
The packup still haunts Mordecai’s mind. He now has a better grasp of hypnosis but it’s still a lot to take in. He gets that he can’t force someone to do something that goes against their morals and it seems that siblings fighting is something that not even hypnosis can cure. Since then, he’s read through more of the book. The stuff in it is easy to remember but hard to understand.
At this point, he’s in his dorm. Like all freshmen, he had to show up a week early for orientation and such. Those things where they talk about college policy, ask you not to drink too much, ask you to not sexually assault each other, show you around, and have awkward icebreakers in a bad attempt to make friends.
He likes his roommate; a short corgi named Lou. He’s a little over 5 feet with orange and white fur and bright orange eyes to match. He’s always so happy. He’s also a nice guy, very friendly, and a secret pervert although Mordecai doesn’t know that that part.
Mordecai is currently lying in bed, pondering his life. He doesn’t have to be anywhere until dinnertime and there wasn’t much going on around campus. He’s deep in thought until he’s interrupted by his roommate.
“Hey Mordy, Mordy?” Steve asks.
“What?” Mordecai responds without moving his head.
“Why do you hate being called ‘Mordy?’”
“I don’t know, I just hate the way it sounds.”
“But it sounds so nice!”
“It sounds like “mortician”.”
“But shortening names is fun! My name is an abbreviation.”
“I know that, I saw your name on the roommate form.”
“You sound bummed.”
“Ehh, I’m going through a lot.”
“Oh,” Lou walks over to Mordecai and sits on the bed next to him. “You wanna talk about it?”
“Ehh, it’s personal and…” DING DING DING DING! His phone rings. “What? Who is this?” He mumbles as he grabs his phone and looks at the caller ID. It’s his grandfather. “Hello? Granddad?” He speaks.
“Mordy! Hi, it’s granddad!”
“Yes… I… know…” Mordecai says as he grits his teeth with anger.
“So tell me, are you alone?”
“Well, my roommate’s here.”
“Give him the phone.”
“What? Uh, OK.” He hands the phone to Lou. “My granddad wants to talk with you for some reason.”
“Really? That’s neat-o!” Lou replies as he swipes the phone. “Howdy Mordecai’s Grandpa!” He says. He continues to talk into the phone; “What? Yes, yes… yesssssss,” He continues saying ‘yes’ every few seconds. Each one is slightly quieter and more drawn out than the last one. Mordecai looks at his face and can see it relaxing more and more with each one until his eyes glaze over completely. “Phone for you,” he says as he drops the phone on the bed. He giggles as he stumbles over to his bed and passes out.
Mordecai, surprised by what he just witnessed, picks up the phone and says, “What the heck was that?”
“That my grandson, is the power of hypnosis. I’ve sent you a book in the mail, a fun book, not like that boring book your dad gave ya, that teaches you how to really have fun with your ability, if you know what I mean.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about. Let me tell you sonny, when I was in college, I had the pick of every broad there was! And there were some sweet broads. It was easier too. Nowadays, you can’t grope a dame without being nailed for sexual assault or something. There were also no STDs so you didn’t have to worry about that.”
“Uhhh…” Mordecai didn’t know how to respond to that. “So I’m just supposed to treat women like my slaves?”
“Moody, Mordy, Mordy, you’re looking at it all wrong; they’re not your slaves, they enjoy it. And modern technology certainly helps.”
“Oh, where do I start? Well, I should tell you that as you grow older, your powers will develop and you’ll get stronger and stronger. Remember your roommate? How I got him over the phone? When you grow up, you’ll be able to do that. In fact, I don’t even need to use words when I hypnotize someone as long as I can see them anyway. Still though, your body tires and tires but get this! At some point, your powers will work in recordings! All you gotta do is record yourself hypnotizing a camera and it’ll trance anyone who watches it later on! I got these sexy maids who clean my house and I make them wear headphones that re-enforce their obedience with pleasure. Once they’re obedient enough, their reward is that they can cum their panties. At this time, They change into fresh ones and I sell the dirty ones online for a profit. Neat what technology can do, eh sonny?”
“What did I just listen to?” Mordecai responds absentmindedly.
“Now now, I know what you’re thinking, you probably think it’s wrong but it’s good for every party involved.”
“I knew you were old fashioned but I never knew you’d go full John Calhoun on me.”
“Hey, there’s the intellect that got you into whatever university you were in. I have to get going, but I should let you know, you were born at 3:45 AM. that means your headache will start at 3:45 AM on your birthday and continue for 24 hours.”
“Wonderful,” he replies monotonously as his Granddad hangs up. “This is all so wonderful.” He lies.
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About a week or so later, it’s his birthday and what better way to wake up than to a side splitting headache at 3:47 AM. Mordecai looks at his clock. He was wrong about the time. But he didn’t want to call his grandfather, not now. He just wants to try and ignore his headache and go to sleep. BEEP BEEP BEEP.
“WHAT?” Mordecai yells as he answers the phone.
“Happy birthday kiddo!” Granddad announces from the other line.
“Hey, guess what, you were off by two minutes.”
“You said… ow…. 3:45 AM. It’s… ow 3:47… ow.”
“I said 3:47.” Grandad replies hypnotically.
“So what if you did?” Mordecai responds, his mind accepting the suggestion. “Why did you call me so early?”
“To tell you that your powers are now officially active. I’d suggest trying them out on your roommate, your loud phone call’s probably gonna wake him up. He’ll be real tired, an easy target.”
“Wait, what?” But Grandad hung up. “Gosh darnit,” Mordecai groans.
“Mordecai? Are you OK?” Lou’s sleepy voice asks.
I don’t want to deal with this now; please just go to bed! The tricky part about talking with a headache is getting all your thoughts out properly. “Please, bed.”
Lou gets up and walks down to Mordecai in his pajamas. “Wait, are you sleepwalking or something?”
“My head, ow,”
“Oh my goodness, you have a migraine don’t you? I’ve had one of those before. Sorry you have it. You know, there was this time once…”
Mordecai doesn’t care what Lou has to say, he just wants him to stop talking. “Please… stop…”
“What? Yeah, prayer might help a little actually. Are you religious? What religion do you have? Mordecai’s a Jewish name, right? I once knew a girl named Esther who was Jewish. Wonderful girl, had a huge crush on her in high school…”
OK, this has to be a set up. I want him to stop and now I have to hypnotize him to get him to stop. But can I do that? Can I make myself do that? He wonders.
“So then, there was the thing with the basketball on my head, and my god was it hysterical…” Lou continues to drone, unaware that Mordecai isn’t paying any attention.
He’s not sleeping anytime soon. OK think, what did the book say? Umm, right, make it simple, make it something that makes sense, he can catch on to anything too obvious. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and focuses. He’s not sure what to focus on until he feels it, a tingle, a jolt, something. It’s fuzzy and weak, but it’s there. Could this be his willpower?
He focuses more on this feeling until he realizes that he can make some parts of his body tingle more than others. Currently, it’s trapped between his shoulder blades. OK, now I need to gently move it down to… But his thought is interrupted as it jolts to his toe. No, no, no! He tries nudging it around, only for it to shoot up his leg. “Eeeeek!” He yips as his fur frazzles out and his body goes straight. Even his tail shoots up. Talk about being caught off guard.
“Are you OK?” Lou asks.
“No, my head, and now I feel weird and I don’t know what to do.” He tries to focus his will into his finger like the book recommended but it’s currently at his hips. Wait, that could work.
“Well, one thing I always do when this happens is…”
“Err, Lou, is my tail OK? I think it got a bit frazzled or something.” He wiggles his tail slightly.
“Let me take a look at it,” He bends over and looks around at his tail. “Looks OK to me.”
Mordecai closes his eyes as he pushes that feeling to his tail, expecting the tingling to go away, but it doesn’t. It fades a bit, but it’s still there. Darn, that failed. He opens his eyes to see Lou staring at his fluffy tail. His mouth is open his tongue hangs out, and his eyes are blank. Holy Crap, that worked! “Hey Lou, can you hear me?”
“Yeah,” he replies dreamily.
Ok, this is kinda cool. He’s so amazed, that he doesn’t even notice his headache. “Now it’s really early. Doesn’t it make sense to go to sleep?”
“Uhhh…” He gazes at Mordecai’s tail. As it moves up and down, his head moves with it.
“Yes, it is a good idea.” Mordecai says.
“You’re so sleepy, you need to go to sleep,” Mordecai whispers softly.
Lou yawns. “I’m sleepy.” He gets on the bed next to Mordecai and snuggles his tail. “Night night.” And like that, he’s out.
Ok, this is kinda cool. He looks at Lou. And maybe a little gay, he looks a little more, but he’s so adorable! He pets Lou’s head. Lou lets out a happy growl as his tail shakes a little. Aww, he’s dreaming! I wonder if I can influence his dreams at all. A devilish grin crept across Mordecai’s face. He had a delightful idea, but that was going to have to wait for now. This is going to be fuuuun! He thinks as he falls back asleep.