You wake up with a groan, memories of last night flooding back.
You remember being in a bar. You weren't feeling well, so someone agreed to take you home. Everything after that feels fuzzy. You distinctly recall on thing, though: there were these two glowing orbs. It's about the only thing you can still remember. They were so...compelling, and over time they just got bigger. Stronger. More commanding...until now.
You're in a dark, dreary basement with only a dim light above you, barely illuminating your surroundings. It's a disturbing room. You expect something to crawl out of the corner and attack you at any second.
They might have some trouble reaching you, though. You're really high up, stuck in a glass jar on a shelf that's too tall for a normal person to be able to see you. A fall from this high up would be deadly, but you still try to push. It seems your jar is stuck firmly to the floor. Even if you pushed with all your might, you couldn't pry the jar free from where it's stuck.
You look around for anything that could help, and notice that you're not alone.
You spot almost a dozen other jars, all filled with shrunken people like yourself. You try to get the attention of the one closest to you, but she doesn't even seem to recognize your presence. Her eyes are glazed over, her tongue lolling out as she twitches and jerks.
There's some writing on the jar, and you can barely make out the words.
Enslaved by horny kobolds.
You grimace, and check the other jars, hoping you can get someone's attention. But everyone else is in a similar state. Some are horrified. Some appear to be aroused. Some both. Absolutely none of them appear to be conscious of the situation they're in. They all have their own labels on them. Never any names, but always a cruel fate.
Transformed into a donkey.
Vampire's thrall.
Dragon's living dildo.
There are two jars that contain only clothes, with no person trapped within. You're too nervous to dwell on those labels, but can't help but see the word 'eaten' on one.
You try to read another, but you have trouble with the shadow that's suddenly cast over you.
"Look who finally woke up!"
You turn to face your captor. It's a terrifying vampire bat, with a sleek grey body and long ears. He's shirtless, showing off his slim, fuzzy body to you as he lets out a stretch and yawn. He's upside down at the moment, hanging from a bar on the ceiling. You can make out the dopey grin he's giving you--and get a close look at his intense, captivating, powerful orange eyes.
"You were really zonked out for a while there, dude. You're pretty receptive to hypnosis. Did you know that? Probably could have you under my paw without the shrinking potion. Would be interesting to play with a big one for once."
You try to pull your head away. Your mind is begging for you to run, but your body is no longer under your control. You can only stare at those eyes, and listen to the bat ramble on.
"-I really have a knock for it, but hypnotizing normal-sized folk is so hard! Then there's the fact that someone will obviously find out eventually. Can't just keep a normal person trapped in my basement forever. But when you shrink them down? Tinies like you are so easy to hide. And the stuff I can make you do with hypnosis is crazy! You're all just putty in my paws. I can make you hear and feel and see and taste and smell anything I want you to!"
How many times has he done this? He's speaking so casually to you as if he hasn't kidnapped almost a dozen people! And what has he done with them? Why do they look so strange?
"Look, little guy. I'm going to use you to work on my hypnosis, and we're going to play a really fun game while we do! You might not think we can do much in that little jar of yours, but my eyes can take you to all sorts of places without you having to move a spot! You're going to have a special adventure filled with danger!"
On cue, the bat's eyes get even bigger. So big, in fact, that they take up your entire vision. You can't even feel the glass below you anymore. You find you can turn your head and even stand, but all you can see is an endless orange void.
"I'm sure you're curious about the other *former* contestants here. I keep all my micro-losers in jars as trophies. If they get eaten in their dreams, then I eat them! I keep their cute little clothes as a memento of the fun we had.
Oh god. The word you saw wasn't a lie. They really were eaten alive. Swallowed whole by the bat while a completely different creature in a fantasy devours them.
"If they still lose, just not in a 'dead' sort of way, then they get to stay alive in there, stuck in an imaginary world forever, forced to live out their fate! They'll never wake up again! Isn't that cool?"
You scream and run for your life.
"Oh! Been a while since I had a sprinter!" The voice says in a chipper tone. No matter how far you run, it's always present. It's as though it's in your head. "Feel free to get it out of your system. I'll let you know that you're looking really silly in your jar though~."
You run around as fast as your legs can take you, trapped in the endless void. All that ends up doing is tiring yourself out. You've run farther than you possibly could have in that little jar. You must still be there, but the floor and the exhaustion from overexerting yourself borth feel so real.
"Peekaboo~."
The bat descends from thin air, his body even bigger than before. From the shadow he casts, he looks less like a person and more like a vengeful god.
"P-Please!" You stammer, finally able to speak. "Have mercy on me!"
"I'm very merciful, but only if you win!" The booming voice says. "It gives you the incentive to really do your best! I give you a pinkie promise that, if you get through my little mind game, I'll turn you back to normal and let you go free! I'll even wipe your memory, which you'll probably want by the time we're done, hehe!"
"But...if I lose..."
"Oh yeah, I wasn't joking. You get a bad ending in my story, then you're going to experience it all. Doesn't matter if it lasts for decades or a few nasty minutes in my tum."
"So...all of those people..."
"Yep! Sometimes I hop in a little while to see how they're doing. It's super hot! If it's any consolation, I'm sure at least one of them has accepted it by now. Oh, if they're not in the jar, then I don't have to check on them, obviously." He giggles, and drums on his stomach playfully. "Yep! Still bat fat!
You whimper, the sight of those jars filled with only clothes etched in the back of your mind as the psychotic back rubs at his belly. So many people shrunk down and swallowed whole by the sadistic bat, or forced into an endless scenario, trapped in their minds forever. Or...eaten alive.
The bat burps.
"'Scuse me. You know, you have the cutest cower I've seen so far. It's adorable! You poor little thing. I almost feel bad."
The face gets closer, letting you get a better look at his deadly sharp teeth as he grins wide.
"How about this: I'll let you pick. I have a whole bunch of scenarios I want to try out, but I'll let you choose which one! Isn't that nice of me?"
You shudder as you feel the bat's wild unsorted thoughts enter your mind. He compels you to choose, and his will is irresistible. You have to play. You have to decide on something...
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