Giygas- Reality Warping Humans

The streetlights had gone dark, so she hadn't understood what he meant by this. But it became clear now, as the three children, or, the three Warriors, found themselves surrounded by countless red, glowing eyes. On unsteady, wavering legs, in an ever-shrinking circle around them were what appeared to be all of the adults in town. There was an old man in overalls, and an older lady holding a shopping bag. There was a young man who looked like he'd just warped there straight from the age of the hippies, and so many, many more besides. All of them looked like average people you'd find in any old town, but they were walking as if they had no minds of their own, and were slowly but steadily closing in on the three of them.
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“Playing around at night is the first step toward delinquency!”
	Suddenly, the old man in overalls launched his attack. Ken and Lloyd, who were used to all the kinds of things one might hear on the city streets, weren't affected much at all, but Ana was raised in a church, and when suddenly the word “delinquency” plunged itself into her eardrums, she instantly lost about a third of her Hit Points, and in a panic, she covered her ears tightly.
	“Let us not turn a blind eye to the children of others. They are all our own children, the children of the world, the precious children of this green earth...”
	The older lady with the shopping bag was using a pamphlet from the Cultural Center as a megaphone and was yelling into it in an aggressive voice.
	“Gghhaahh!”
	Something seemed to hit its mark. Lloyd suddenly became very itchy and started squirming.
	“Having such lurid affairs when you're still so young is indecent. You're making your mother cry!”
	The young hippie started wailing along with the nostalgic electric guitar playing in the background.
	“Weirdo. Your mom must be crying all the damn time then, huh?” Ken yelled in reply, and the man stopped short.
	 “Now – give 'em the usual!” Ken called out to Lloyd, as he menaced the rest of the swarm with various Kendo stances. Unfortunately, Lloyd was too busy whirling in circles and scratching himself all over. He kept trying to take off his backpack, but time and time again he'd be struck by another wave of terrible itchiness and start writhing in agony, so his attempts weren't going very well. Ken wanted to help, but both of his hands were busy at the moment. In the end, Ana uncovered her ears and rushed for the backpack. Meanwhile, the second stage of the attack had begun.
	“Ruffians, ruffians, ruffians!”
	“A child's duty is their schoolwork!”
	“Children should always be studying. Study. Study. Study!”
	It was a disaster. An octopus had appeared at Ken's ear, and with its eight wriggling tentacles, it was attempting to strangle him. Piping hot balls of grilled octopus meat had begun raining down in torrents over Ana and the fallen Lloyd. As it stood, the whole team was doomed. Defeat was inevitable.
“Ken – what's 'the usual'?”
	Shaking off bits of dried seaweed and pickled ginger, Ana had somehow managed to unbuckle the backpack and call out to Ken.
	 “It's a spray!” Ken called back. “Do you see anything in there that says 'Extra-strength Mocha Spray'? Man, I hope we didn't use it all up.”
“Huh? Spray like, from a can?” she replied. “You shouldn't be using anything that has CFCs in it, you know. ...Ah, oh, no, this isn't it. I think this is just Evian. Wooow, Lloyd sure has a thorough skin care routine, huh? Ughh, that's not it either. You guys really need to organize this bag. Oh...this is so annoying...but...that looks like it might be... Got it!”
	“Yesss, now spray them!” Ken cried.
	Shhhpritzz!
	As Ana squeezed the nozzle, a fog enveloped them all, and the effect was incredible. In the blink of an eye, both the octopus and the balls of octopus meat disappeared. The old man, the older lady, the young man, and all the rest came to their senses at once, blinking their eyes rapidly. And then, as though they all suddenly remembered something they had to do at the exact same time, they hastily took their leave.
	“Wah kine ow bensin id dad? (What kind of medicine is that?)” Ana nervously murmured to Ken, as she pinched her nose closed in an attempt to block out any of the lingering fog.
	Ken gave her a relieved smile while finally lowering his bat.
	 “It's okay, it's not poison,” he said. “I think since we're young and peppy, it doesn't really have any effect on us when we breathe it in.”
	Ana looked puzzled.
	 “For those guys, it works kinda like an alarm clock,” Ken went on. “Even if they're still on their feet after a whole night without sleep, it perks them right up. Makes even the most sluggish brains sharp and clear. They wouldn't be able to fall asleep for up to three hours after a good dose of it even if they wrapped themselves up all snug and cozy in a goose down comforter. A programmer trying to meet his deadlines, an author trying to finish her novel...apparently adults use this stuff all the time when they're tired. Lloyd, he knows a good deal about it.”
	“So you mean...(cough, cough)...we just woke all those people up, basically?”
	Even if he had assured her that it wasn't poison, the fog still stung her throat a little.
	 “Yup,” Ken replied. “These guys, they're all under some kind of mass hypnosis or something. But at least they're all still human...I had a terrible time at a zoo once. Hypnotized gorillas and emperor penguins are a hundred times worse...sheesh. Well, whatever. I guess we should deal with our Little Genius, then.”
Ken knelt down beside their fallen companion, who had fainted from overly scratching himself, and he held out his hand just above Lloyd's forehead. Ana nearly gasped as Ken's palm suddenly glowed faintly and Lloyd's body twitched.

- MOTHER- The Original Story, chapter 2