Hypnopics Collective

Psynta Claus ventured out into the mansion so quick,
With the attitude and rhyming scheme that was most slick.
She searched far and she searched wide,
Oh where oh where could the Halloween eggs hide?
The mummy with the exposed tummy
And the attitude that was chummy
Naturally failed to say
How many of those darned eggs were in play.
Then she turned around the corner, and there saw a fren,
Who was right upon her before she could count to ten,
Without a ‘hello!’ or ‘how do you do?’,
The fren was upon her and…



”…and I just sort of found her.” The terrifying mummy said after all the other guests poured into the main ballroom. 

The craziest thing happened before the egg hunt could begin in earnest. Everyone seemed to be having a spooky time socializing and walking around the dimly lit scary manor until their host raised an alarm and ordered everyone back into the main party room. Once they got back, they learned that someone had committed a most foul murder mind control upon one of the guests! Whoever the culprit was, they seemed to have targeted poor Psynta Claus as their (first) victim of the night.

To make the matters even more bood-chilling, Psynta Claus wasn’t just wearing a costume anymore. She would truly believe that she was Psynta Claus, the rapping Santa! All those weird people around her dressed in all sorts of blood-curdling outfits trying to tell her otherwise? Why, they were acting all silly. In fact, she would struggle to remember the times when she wasn’t Psynta Claus.

”And that’s the gist of it.” The mummy shrugged and immediately fixed some of the wrappings around her (not actually) skeletal-like body that very nearly became undone. ”She seems to believe that she really is… err… Psynta. No amount of arguing will manage to convince her otherwise, I’m afraid. Unless someone is pulling a prank on us, I think that the person who’s done this to her…”

The mummy waited.

And waited.

And waited.

She waited for about five to ten minutes. After that, she declared a break for snacks, drinks, and pizza.

After about an hour, thunder finally clashed behind the window for dramatic effect.

”… is one of us!” The undead mummy made the terrifying declaration.

Psynta Claus
House on the Hill That Seems Pretty Chill
Tagging: Everybody in the house (say yeah)

So much for the musical how-do-ya-do. The game was a 'hunt' now, and a scary one too! Psynta watched as Bunwitchula bounced quick and bounced fast. Witchy 2 followed suit with a boopity flash! The Mad Hatwitch seemed chill, Psynta pegged her as "polite." Until she flipped out of nowhere and zipped outta sight! Then there were three. Including Psynta's old new friend. "Why don'tcha check the chimneys out? While I tie up loose ends?"

Loose ends? With that message pulled straight from shadow's  fore. Was Psynta planning to settle some kind of personal score...?  "Tie up loose ends," while a vague thing to say. One could only think it made her sound like the villain of this play! Nonetheless, even so. It wasn't like she took questions. She went right through the walls! Whatever her intentions. Taking the form of pure mist as only Psynta Claus might, for these cracked up old wallls had no chance to stop her flight. But where, oh where, did Psynta Claus go? The aswer to that only The Foreshadow would know.

The Wicked Witch of Auralis
Some terrifying Cursed Location of Horror and Evil!
Tag: The horrifying Pestilent Mummy, the Terrifying Elder Evil Vampire, the Accursed Winged Witch who Brings Only Horror, The Magnificent Dinosaur(non-avian) who stalks the Skyscrapers of the Wicked, and the Raping Santa who's rhymes bring despair to the just!

"Oh phew!" The Wicked Witch explained with a voice that would terrify Satan himself, despite him having control over the soul of the Witch, it mattered not to her! For she was so evil that she had naught use for the soul in the first place! "Oh nice costume Yasu!" The Witch did curse at the Vampire who's name she absolutely did not know... actually... I don't think Kathy has met Yasu either has she? IT MATTERS NOT FOR THE WITCH POSSESSES SIGHT BEYOND THE UNSEEN! *Ahem* Yes... yes that will explain it. In any case, while the Witch was no doubt about to curse the dinosaur into being her eternal slave of the night! She was distracted when an incredibly cute dinosaur entered the room... followed by... a raping... santa... huh. Oh well, points for originality!

But the time for pleasantries had passed! For the Witching hour was about to begin! Lol! The Witching Hour! The hour where the Witch's Curses were at their most potent! Truly none could withstand her on this house... save perhaps for her fellow Witch whom she had very embarrassingly turned up in the same outfit as. "Oh that's a really nice costume!" The Witch did say to her fellow Witch "The wings in particular are very cute!" Ha! Unbeknownst to the Petulant Mummy that hosted this dark gathering of the Damned, Kathy, unlike her player, was actually a bit of a social butterfly who handled social gatherings quite well... Well... um... okay not butterfly. She's not quite at social butterfly level, but like... what's the category below butterfly? Moth? Yes! A social Moth! The one who would socialise but like at the end of the day when it's not so busy and most people have gone home and Kathy is lured in with a pretty lamp.

The mummy proceeded to list the first of tonights cursed tasks from which the weak would no doubt be purged!! And it was an Easter egg hunt. Huh. Maybe it was some ancient Celtic thing that Vee was trying to bring back or something, yeah that made sense. "Contest for finding eggs is it? No problem! With my ancient dark magics I should have no difficulty completing this task!" Kathy said highly dramatically, before pulling her cape around her, equally dramatically... except it was a really short cape so flopped back immediately. But the Witch was undeterred!! And just to make sure that no one followed the path she was taking, so all eggs along that path would be hers!..

"Boop!"

She teleported elsewhere in the building.

The guests poured into the mansion filled with terrors and gloom.
The doors slammed shut behind, leaving them to their doom.
The terrifying mummy turned on its heel,
It opened mouth, and gave them its spiel:
”Sorry about that, the doors tend to be overly dramatic in this place.”
The mummy girl said with a blush on its… cheeks.

With the spooky rhyming scheme ended before it could truly wreak havoc on the otherwise pleasant evening, the guests were free to mingle for some time. And what a gathering it was: a terrifying mummy, a scary vampire, two witches (one birdy and one wicked), a gecko, and Santa Claus. The lattermost being perhaps the spookiest one of them all because was there a more efficient way of scaring someone to death by making them think that the Christmas arrived two months too early?

Now that they gathered inside the main party room, they were effectively trapped inside the mansion until dawn due to the binding social contract preventing them from leaving too soon as that would be considered extremely rude. Gathered in such a confined space, they were also forced to face their greatest fear (assumedly): socializing. Making small talk. Exchanging pleasantries. Catching up with friends. It was all so… blood-chilling. But all those dreadful scenarios paled in comparison to what awaited our two cute frightening witches. As they decided to dress up as the same creature for Halloween, they were forced to face the spine-chilling reality: they were obligated to comment on each other’s costumes. The daunting reality demanded for them to bond over how crazy it was that they got a similar idea and how compliment on each other’s cute eerie choice of attire.

The vampire on the other hand faced a different tribulation, but not any less unnerving. The confused gazes of her fellow partygoers (or at least of one partygoer: Vee) and comments such as ”So, what are you supposed to be, exactly?”. Followed by ”Ohh, right. Y-yeah, I can sort of see that. It’s nice.” after she answered the mummy’s query. ”I thought it was a like a bunny, because of the ears.” The vampire would hear the mummy’s voice grating against her skull. ”Which really confused me because of the whole ‘bite’ comment.”. How fearsome.

And lastly, the gecko. The colorful gecko, it seemed, was perhaps the most unique costume of them all. Colorful and flashy. Showing just enough skin to walk along that fine line between ‘appropriate’ and ‘trashy’. But, of course, there was that tail. The tail probably took quite some time to get just right unless, of course, the doctor decided to buy a whole costume online or rent it out. Regardless of its origins, it presented a hidden danger. A threat lurking just beyond the corner of the gecko’s mind. A very real possibility that she would accidentally bump into something or knock down the punch bowl, make scene, and find herself in the center of everyone’s attention. All flustered. How awkward. How positively terrifying.

Once the right atmosphere was set and all the guests were sufficiently spooked to get the party going into full swing, the mummy stepped into the center of the room and clapped its (decadently not) rotting hands to draw their attention. It fixed one of the loose wrappings around its body, cleared its throat, and announced to its guests:

”Thank you everyone for coming! Sadly, it looks like some of our guests won’t be attending so we will have to do with just six of us. I’ve got a lot of stuff planned for us today! There’ll be snacks, food, drinks, movies, music, and games! For tonight, I had someone prepare a fun game for us!” The terrifying mummy announced triumphantly as it pulled out an envelope sealed with red-colored wax coagulated blood. The mummy broke the seal, unleashing whatever tormented soul was slumbering inside and started to read the letter’s infernal contents. ”And for our first game, we have the traditional Halloween… Easter Egg hunt…?” With a confused look on its face, the mummy furrowed its brow and read the letter again.

”Erm, well, I’ve been told that these, uh, events tend to run a bit late and suffer from plenty of delays so, well, it might not seem appropriate now but it might be just right by the time we’re done!” The brown-haired mummy said with an awkward chuckle as it, too, was stuck inside its own personal horror: public speaking and event hosting. ”This said that we, ideally, would pair off but since there are only six of us, I suggest we go solo! I guess the person who finds the most Halloween… Easter Eggs… wins! Well, uh, go! Split up and start looking, I guess!”

And with that, the horrifying game was afoot…

The researcher had no idea why she had been invited to a remote location away from her research by people she'd never met.  Wasn't this supposedly something rich people did?  Whatever.  Everyone was supposed to come in a costume.  It would be embarrassing and troublesome if she wore some outfit of some sort, but she had been wanting to try out a new formulation.  If she could use this event as part of her research, she could write off the event as a work expense too.  And people had been saying she really needed to get out more... even if Auralis was technically a war zone.

"...gecko, tuatara, osprey, flounder, aand a little bit of demonic energies."  Trying to increase the duration of the injections was iffy at best, but she wanted the transformation to last the duration of the whole party.  Best not to shoot up until she was near the mansion aaaand pack a couple more of the test vials just in case.  With a duffel bag full of possible clothes based on her new shape and how confident she felt in the new form, she climbed into the taxi.

Her hair stood on end as they traveled through such thick and dark woods as she'd never seen or heard of being near Auralis.  She attempted to distract herself by pulling out a notebook from her duffel.  Despite the meandering trip and spooky scenery, she got lost in her thoughts and barely noticed the time flying by until the taxi came to a stop.  She nearly blanched at the sight of how much the ride had cost but reminded herself that the university would be reimbursing her for the trip and made sure to get a receipt from the man.

There were several boats and ships at the Auralis Port, but the researcher was beginning to understand why it wasn't rich guests who had been invited as her eyes fell upon the dinghy that was supposed to carry her to the island retreat.  "Mierda," she muttered.  Hopefully the thing wouldn't sink from her weight.  She cautiously climbed aboard with her baggage and judiciously kept to the center of the little ship so that she wouldn't fall overboard if the waves jostled her a bit.  The fact that there were trees growing all around up out of the water puzzled her.  This wasn't the bayou or the Everglades and... were those cycads and actual fern trees growing up out of the water!?  She pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose as she leaned towards the edge of the boat, trying to get a better view of the trees.  Unfortunately, a misty haze made it difficult to be sure if she was truly seeing an aquatic forest that belonged more in the Triassic period than modern times.

The tantalizing images in the haze only served to frustrate her curious mind, making the biologist almost grateful when the dinghy came to shore.  At least now she could get to some more concrete experimentation.  As soon as she was off the boat, she shot herself up with her latest genetic cocktail.  Her slim frame slimmed further as a her eyesight became sharper.  Golden eyes peered into the woods ahead as scales began to cover her neck, shoulders, and hips.  Patches of scales formed upon the tops of her cheeks as large feathers sprouted out through her hair.  Her pupils became slitted, and she felt pressure building at the back of her pants.  Used to growing a tail of some sort, she quickly lowered her jeans and panties just enough to give room for the growing appendage.  The pressure against her chest was not unexpected but a bit more annoying.  She could only imagine that the demonic energy was why so many of her transformations ended up with larger chests.  Reptile and bird genetics certainly shouldn't have been increasing that aspect of her form.  Stepping further into the woods with her bag, she opened it up and started picking some clothes out for her new body.

The scientist felt energized, even more than she usually did when transformed.  Checking no one was nearby, she quickly stripped and changed into something lighter that allowed plenty freedom of motion.  Her tail wagged excitedly as she tucked the extra vials into little pockets built into her top.  Tossing her glasses and other clothes into the bag, she pulled out the map to the island before stowing her duffel near the dock.  Her heart was beating wildly as she approached the mansion, not from fear but from the overwhelming energy packed into this body.  She wanted to climb some walls and ceilings, dive into the water, and chow down on some tasty crickets!  The bouncy bounding steps of her new form paused as she fully registered that last urge.  After a second, she shrugged and made a mental note of it.  There had certainly been worse urges she'd experienced in the past.


Osprey eyes could easily peer through the reflections on the water or glass, but they wouldn't be able to see better in the dark.  Thankfully the room beyond the doorway was well-lit as she greeted the loosely wrapped mummy, "Hola!  Hihi!"  The energy bubbling within made it difficult to not want to say more, but if the others were already here, standing and chatting with the host was going to delay whatever was planned.  "Bueno, mi amiga!  Okay, thanks!" she told her host as she skipped past the mummy and into the room.  Her head twisted and bounced this way and that as she zoomed curiously around.  A handful of Mars disappeared in her palm and dangerously sharp nails deftly peeled their contents out as she explored the area and the people as she popped the explosive little chocolatey sugar bombs into her mouth.