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baretklap · 5 years ago

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Tales of Mind Control #5: Emergency Meeting

Every crewmate knew the meaning of that siren: someone had pressed the emergency meeting button. Regardless of what they’d been doing or where they’ve been, every crewmate now found their priorities instantly shifted. They had to drop their current activity and immediately report to the emergency table in the middle of the cafeteria. Doing so was especially important, because since its launch, the ship had been going through a colossal crisis. An impostor crisis, to be more specific. The crew was informed about a presence of at least one impostor among them whose goal was to take control of the ship by any means necessary. Under this extraordinary circumstances, an emergency meeting basically meant that shit was about to go down. In matter of mere seconds, Wendy ‘White’ found herself in the middle of the cafeteria. She quickly got there by running as fast as she could after promptly abandoning her duties in the Admin room. She would still have time to finish fixing the wirings after the meeting was over while the impostor, hopefully, would be rotting away in deep space like the evil trash they were after getting ejected out of the spaceship. Looking around the gathering spot, White saw that she was the second one to arrive there after Giles ‘Green’, obviously the one who pressed the emergency button in the first place. The whole crew finalized the gathering process not much time after, meaning the conditions to properly start the meeting were met. And it started immediately, with Green pointing his finger at Peter ‘Purple’. “I saw him! I saw him going into the vent. He’s the impostor!” shouted Green, his finger still up in the air. If White could see through his spacesuit, she could’ve sworn that his finger would be twitching. Now one might wonder how going into a vent would prove someone’s impostorship but the ventilation system of the ship had very securely locked hatches. The same intel that revealed the existence of an impostor in the ship also stated that the only way to open the hatches and sneak inside the ventilation was using a special tool, which could be possessed only by impostors. Silently and sincerely, White hoped that Green was telling the truth. This threat needed to be taken care of as soon as possible and ejecting the impostor before a single real crew member was killed or ejected was the best way this crisis could be resolved. She then turned her gaze at Purple, who had a pretty relaxed posture for someone who was being accused of being an impostor. “I reject the accusation against me completely and propose that Green is the real impostor for falsely accusing me like that.” said Purple, calm in a manner that heavily contrasted with Green’s anger. There were two accusations instead of one now. The crew most probably had to pick between one of them to believe as the owner of the other claim would soon face a fate of ejection from the ship. It was surely a difficult choice, but a choice they had to make nonetheless, so White remained calm and waited for the conversation to continue. “Don’t lie to me, you dickhead! You were literally looking at me in the eyes before you went down inside the vent!” proclaimed Green once again, smacking the table with outrage as he stared at Purple with eyes red with anger. “Look at yourself Green, you are literally shaking with anger that your plan to falsely accusing me is falling apart. No, I never saw you once after we last left here, dumbass.” said Purple, calm as ever but even he could not hide a condescending smirk. That obviously angered the accuser even further, but before he could take any action about that, the table was once again smacked, but by a different hand this time. “It’s enough.” spoke the owner of that hand. Rachel ‘Red’ was staring daggers at both Green and Purple as her hand firmly remained on the table. The de-facto leader of the whole crew knew how to keep her crew in check, even in a time of crisis like this. “It is one thing to suspect that someone is the impostor, but it is an entirely another thing to accuse them of going inside the vent. Green, I hope you are aware of how serious of an accusation you are making here.” Green responded with a strong nod, his lips soon parted apart again but once again, he found himself blocked by Red raising her hand. “Purple, I suppose you are also aware of that.” Red continued, her steely gaze now on the other suspect. Purple’s answer remained a simple one. “Of course.” “Such an accusation means one of you is definitely the impostor and one of you will definitely be thrown out of the ship after we conclude this emergency meeting. Is everyone okay with that?” stated Red and those terms made sense to everyone on the table, causing everyone to nod their heads. “Good. With that being said, are there anyone willing to confirm what Green claims he had seen. Was anyone with him when he supposedly saw Purple venting?” Some shook their heads and the rest just stayed silent. “I was alone.” confirmed Green and while White was no expert on body language she could still see Purple adjusting his sitting position to become an even more confident one after that confirmation. Suspicious, White thought. Did that mean Purple had something to hide? Regardless, White thought it would be a wiser move to keep a close eye on him rather than Green whose control over his emotions were not…strong if White were to put it in the kindest way. That did not necessarily mean Purple, a hundred percent, was a scheming psychopath with a desire to take the ship over but it at least meant he was more likely to be something like that compared to the short-tempered Green. White was also sure the majority of the table would agree with her, well, at least if no game changer came out of this interrogation to suddenly shift the existing narrative. “Purple, tell us what you had been up to since we all parted ways to do our tasks.” asked Red. Purple nodded and adjusted himself in his seat one more time. He probably knew even one contradiction in his story or someone stepping in to call him out on a possible lie would doom him to his death. Even the calmest men could crack under a pressure like that, White knew that. “First of all, I headed to Weapons Room because I had to download some data and upload them back in The Admin Room. While I was there, I saw Yellow clearing the asteroids that were heading towards our ship. Yellow can confirm that as well.” thus began Purple and with a beginning that like that, all eyes on the room were now on Yvette ‘Yellow’. Yellow confirmed the first part of that story immediately: “It’s true.” “We were the only ones there, so Yellow asked if we could buddy up…you know, to be safe from the impostor. If either of us got killed the other could immediately report it and that would make the impostor think twice before trying to kill us. While we are talking about that, I would like to state that if I had been the impostor there would be nothing stopping me from killing Yellow, who is sitting next to me rather…alive. But I am aware that alone is not enough to prove my innocence so let me continue….” continued Purple. The man was a good speaker, White had to give it to him. He had a rather deep and soothing voice, a kind of voice White could listen to for a long time and never get tired of. But still, he was potentially a psychopathic impostor and thus, could not be trusted so easily. “We then made our way to the Admin Room, where I uploaded the data and we swiped our cards after that. While we were about to exit, we also saw Pink entering the room and Brown soon followed after.” Mention of two more crewmates lead to the crew once again turning at them for their confirmation, which came easily from Penny ‘Pink’ and Bruce ‘Brown’. “And soon after we exited The Admin Room, we were on the way to Shields because Yellow had some tasks there she had take care of. But as I went through the door facing the O2, it got sabotaged, separating me and Yellow. And not soo-“ before Purple could go on however, he was interrupted. Green was suddenly on his feet and once again pointing his finger accusingly. White was…disappointed at that. She was really getting into it, listening to Purple telling everything like a master storyteller, but she wasn’t going to admit it to herself. Purple was still the primary subject so White could not let herself fall into his…voice, could she? “And that corridor is where I saw you venting, you bastard! Don’t try to lie to me!” even though Green looked like he was legit about to throw hands in just a second, Red’s stare and anger once again managed to suppress him as Green stood back down to his seat, however, not without letting out a loud grunt. “I didn’t fucking see you there at all.” rebutted Purple. “I waited for the sabotaged door to open because I had no tasks in that area. When it opened back again, Yellow was gone, I don’t know why.” “I went otherways. Didn’t want to lose any time waiting for the door and had another task in the Upper Engine.” Yellow interrupted, giving the reason for their departing. “But before I could reach there, the sirens started and I got back here, like all of you.” Yellow, normally a cheerful and bright member of the crew, sounded off her game. In fact, she did sound like that too when confirming her shared trip with Purple. She sounded…monotone and a little bit tired. Poor girl must’ve been really stressed because of this whole impostor crisis, White thought. Yellow wasn’t a long-tenured member of the crew so it was easier for situations like this to distress her. “That’s because when I saw Purple venting, I immediately went to the cafeteria and and pressed the button! Is this that hard to understand?” said Green, very grumpily. “Isn’t the door supposed to be sabotaged at that point? How did you ‘immediately’ went to the cafeteria, Green? That sounds kind of suspicious to me.” It was Benjamin ‘Black’ who decided to put his two cents in this time. It was rather…hard to admit but the tides really seemed to be gradually turning against Green here. “Of course I waited for the doors to open again, you dumb fuck! Have you got no common sense?” rebutted Green with his usual angry tone, a similar response soon followed by Black again. “Watch your fucking tong-“ “ENOUGH!” When she really wanted to, Red could be the loudest member of the crew. She kind of had to, as a leader figure, White thought. Commanding a crew like that required you to be at least a little bit authoritarian. “You are wasting precious time, gentlemen. Green, tell your story from the beginning. And everyone, if you aren’t going to object to the story, then do NOT interrupt.” said, no, ordered Red. “As soon as we left the cafeteria, I headed eastwards with Blue and Orange…” Just as he was ordered, Green began to speak about what he had done before ‘seeing’ the vent incident. White would really like to listen to it and draw conclusions herself…but she was finding it rather hard to follow his story. First of all, Green telling a story was not as slightly as exciting compared to Purple, who could’ve easily made audiobooks or even find success in a singing career with his voice. So, relatively, Green was a lot more boring and harder to follow. Second, her attention could not be on Green even if she wanted it to be at all. Because it was already transfixed on something entirely different. Black was staring at her, with those deep black eyes of his. They were….intense and Black didn’t look like he had any intention of pulling his gaze away from his fellow crewmate. If White were to describe his eyes, she would definitely call them two black holes. Not just because of their colour but because they had such a powerful gravity around them. They were pulling White in and in. And it wasn’t just her sight that was locked by something else. Green was still going on with whatever story he had but White paid no attention to it. How could she? Purple’s voice was still ringing in her ears. That deep, even arousing voice of his was telling her to stay put and wait. That was how she was still sitting on her seat while Black’s inviting eyes kept pulling her in magnetically. White stayed put and waited, her eyes still on Black’s own. He was sitting in the seat exactly opposing White so two crew members staring at each other for this long would not look suspicious at all. Not that White could think of that details. She was too busy staring, staying put and waiting, capable of doing nothing else but what the voice told her to do. Some more people were arguing now. White didn’t know what they were saying or even who were arguing at all. If her senses and mind weren’t being assaulted by Black’s gaze and Purple’s voice, she could’ve paid attention to all that. But everything seemed so distant now. Spaceships, crewmates, impostors, tasks, sabotaged doors, ventilation systems…they were so distant now, almost like an old memory, a dream. All that existed was the beautiful pair of eyes and the angelic voice inside her head. Soon, the voice ordered her to be a good girl. White didn’t know how to be a good girl but now that the voice wanted her to be one, she wanted to be a good girl more than anything else in this world. If she could talk, she would’ve begged Purple to teach her how to be a good girl, she would’ve got on her hands and knees and do everything to learn how to become a good girl. But instead, she stayed put, waited and stared. She was fully locked in, trapped between Black’s and Purple’s hypnotic powers. She was rendered useless as a member of the crew, not that it mattered much to White anyway, a concept of a crew didn’t mean anything to her. But being a good girl? That meant everything. And finally, the kind and generous voice told her how to be one! Good girls belonged to impostors. Good girls obeyed impostors. Good girls made sure impostors weren’t ejected out of the ship. Good girls were nothing more than puppets of impostors. Impostors…that might have meant a much more different thing to White before, objects of hate, big threats to their safety, traitors that deserved to spend their entire existence floating in space. But now, they simply owned her. White would do as they ordered, she had no other choice. Even the concept of choice was now completely obsolete in her manipulated brain. Suddenly, Black averted his eyes from hers, breaking their hold on her own eyes. Then, the voice inside his head ordered her to look at Yellow. Their eyes met and White immediately understood Yellow was just like her. Nothing more than a slave to impostors. Two slave-sisters looked at each other for a few seconds before the voice disconnected as well. White’s senses and thoughts were once again set free, but of course, her thought mechanism was entirely modified and turned onto its head by the impostors who owned her entire being. “Of course I was there you dipshit, White saw me in the Storage Room as she passed by.” said Green just a second before everyone in the table turned to her. Yes, White remembered. She remembered seeing Green in Storage before they went opposite ways. She headed to Admin while Green was in the supposed locked corridor. If she were to confirm that, however, it would only strengthen Green’s hand and weaken Purple’s. And that went against her new beliefs. Time was running out, someone was going to be ejected. Good girls made sure the impostors were not ejected. “No, he’s lying. I didn’t see him at all.” lied White. “WHAT? ARE YOU FUCKING BLI-“ exploded Green, with a face whose colour resembled their unofficial leader. Speaking of her, Red was a very pretty woman, wasn’t she? She would serve under the impostors very well, White thought. She was even serving them right now without knowing as she, with the help of Black, physically restrained the accuser. “Shut the fuck up, impostor!” said Red as she pressed Green’s head to the table. “Okay, I’m starting the vote. Anyone in favour of ejecting Green, say ‘yes’.” “Yes.” said Black, first one to do so. “Yes.” said Brown, a little bit uncertain. “Yes.” said Blue, going with the crowd as well. “Yes.” said Pink, she would make a good slave too, White thought. “Yes.” said Purple, with that perfect and commanding voice of his. “Yes.” said Yellow, monotone like before. “Yes.” said Orange, who most likely wanted nothing more than get this over with. “Yes.” said White, she was a good girl. In the end, it took half the crew to keep Green restrained and thrown out of the ship, but one of the potential threats to impostors was now gone and on his way to become an endlessly floating corpse. The meeting was over but the work wasn’t done yet. Once the other male members were ejected and the rest of female members were enslaved like her and Yellow, the ship would belong to the impostors and their slaves. White just hoped the beds in MedBay would be comfortable enough to get fucked on.

#hypnostory #hypnogif #hypnomanip

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