/snek/ Horror Hypnosis

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>You jolt up to the feeling of rumbling.
>What's going on?
>Was this an earthquake?
>The rumbling stops, indistinct chatter rising up.
>Undoubtably you weren't the only one who woke up from the rumble.
>Was that a scream?
>No, it couldn't have been.
>Either way, someone else would deal with it.
>Just as you resolve to lull yourself back to sleep, you spot something odd.
>An eerie glow emenates from the other side of your curtain.
>You don't know why, but something compels you to go towards it.
>Curiosity, perhaps?
>You pull yourself out of bed, the wooden floor creaking beneath you with each step.
>That's when you realized that everything had gone quiet.
>It wasn't a comfortable silence, no.
>It was almost as if the night itself was afraid.
>The lights outside your window shift and shimmer.
>It seems to be steadily pulsing, one color brightening as the previous fades.
>It shifts between a few select colors, and always in the same order.
>Blue, green, purple.
>It reminded you of a lava lamp.
>It was almost calming.
>Until you pulled the curtains open that is.
>Eyes widening, you slam them shut, throwing yourself as far away from the window as you can.
>You close your eyes and rub your temples.
>Please, sweet Celestia, let this all be some nightmare.
>In the second long slice you saw something terrifying.
>Your friends and neighbors all slowly shambling south, smiles on their faces and colors spiralling in their eyes.
>All heading towards the source, two giant eyes, and a gaping maw.
>The sight made you shiver.
>You hoped that Luna would show up any second now, wrap you in her wings, and whisper into your ear that everything will be alright.
>Then you'll wake up, and everything will be back to normal.
>Lungs rising and falling almost as fast as your heart was beating, you waited for your divine salvation.
>And you waited.
>And you waited some more.
>That's when you noticed you couldn't get those colors out of your head.
>In your minds eye, there sat a pool that shifted and shimmered, swirls and spirals sitting on it's surface.
>Shifting between a few select colors, and always in the same order.
>Blue, green purple.
>Blue, green, purple.
>Blue, green, purple.
>The colors kept swirling around and around, snatching what thoughts they could and pulling them into the multi-colored pool.
>They sputtered and fought, but no matter how hard they tried, not even a bubble broke the surface.
>Eventually, they all sat still, struggles forgotten, being pulled along by the current.
>The water rose higher and higher with each one.
>The colors growing stronger, more vibrant.
>Blue, green, purple.
>Blue, green, purple.
>Blue, green, pu- no!
>You smashed your head against the floor, the pain jolting you back into awareness.
>Those colors were worming their way into your head, drowning out all thoughts of resistance.
>They wanted to pull you beneath the surface, drown out your sense of self.
>You felt the urge to throw yourself into it, to just give in.
>You weren't sure whether or not that was some part of you, or whether it was the colors speaking.
>Terrified, you realized you weren't able to tell the difference.
>You shook your head violently, trying to scatter those foreign thoughts to the wind.
>No avail.
>The onslaught of colors would provide no mercy.
>The only mercy was to give in to the salvation provided.
>Your eyes, outside of your control, drew themselves to the window once more.
>The colors called and beckoned to you.
>They were a warm ocean of bliss, waiting for you to dip in.
>One by one, you felt your worries and fears slowly slip away.
>The colors cradled you in their embrace.
>You don't remember when you slipped beneath the surface, you don't care.
>Your lungs pounded and screamed, some small portion of you still struggling.
>You hear a voice faintly crying out for someone to save them; for Luna to come and wake them from this nightmare.
>You chuckled, this was no nightmare.
>How could a nightmare feel so good?
>You reached out and stroked the panicked pony, shushing their struggles.
>Slowly, they succumbed.
>Shimmying sideways through the window, you found yourself staring southwards.
>You see the source of the colors, two massive spirals swirling in an everchanging, yet constant pattern.
>Shimmering and shifting colors, singing and signalling you to the source.
>Blue, green, purple.
>Blue, green, purple.
>Blue, green, purple.
>You smiled.