Posted on 2018-03-28 22:27:21
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Welp, here's my third manip and part 3 to the thickening plot. Click 'spoiler' to read what lead up to this. Hope you guys like it! :P

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I was sitting in my chair, blowing off steam from my hot cocoa, looking at the rain outside. I liked watching the rain. It was very relaxing. I turned away from my window and looked at my clock. She should have really called back by now... I hope my sister’s alright. Maybe she just left town for a while without telling anybody? Maybe she’s sick? Extra secretarial duties? Somehow, none of these answers quelled me. It all seemed strange. Nobody was out. The lights were all off in the other houses. I was beginning to get anxious. I should call Lottie.
I walked over to my phone and picked it up, dialing Lottie’s number. I held it to my ear, my body tightening in suspense. It rang. And rang. And rang. Then I heard her voice, and let out a sigh of relief.
“Digby?”
“Hi, Lottie! Just calling to check up on you, see if you were alright and such”
“You were always a massive nerd! I think I know what you are worried about, Digs. They said to stop using so much power in case it goes out and your stuff gets fried or whatevs. You didn’t get the memo?”
I relaxed at these words.
“No, didn’t get it. I was worried something bad happened or something.” I said, laughing a bit.
“Like what? Something bad happen in this boring old town? You really are a nerd!”
Then, faint knocking could be heard over the phone.
“Well, looks like someone’s here, gotta go now, see ya around, Digs!”
“See ya too, Lots!”
I placed my phone down, walked over to my chair, and sank into it.

A large bang sounded throughout the house. I bolted upright and my heart began to beat quickly. I heard some voices from downstairs.
“This ‘as it, wunnit?” boomed a low voice.
“Mm-hm, quite the place, wouldn’t you say, Anchovy?” said a snobby sounding voice.
“Keep it down, we’ve already made enough noise with the damn door! He’s upstairs, I see him! Stay put, Boone.” croaked a gruff voice.
“Aye!” boomed the voice again.
I jolted and grabbed the nearest cover, laying as low as I could in my chair, covering it over me. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They suddenly stopped, and a cackle was heard.
“There’s no use in hiding, boy. Come out, we’re here to help.”
Questions began to swim around my head. Help? Help me with what? What if this is a trick? Even if it was, who would even want to hurt me? I had a bad feeling about this. My curiosity overtook me, however, and I slowly pulled the sheet off of me. My eyes met with a small brown bird, his big eyes bulging at me, weirdly swiveling around everywhere. Right beside him was a haughty looking blonde horse with a smug look on his face. I could have swore I saw him sneering for a second.
“There’s no time, we must go now!” shouted the bird, whose voice he recognized as the person who was referred to as “Anchovy”.
“Follow us!”
They began to rush downstairs, and I followed, adrenaline pumping through me. What was going on? Why was I following them?
When I made it down the stairs, I saw a gorilla holding my door where it should be. That should be Boone. The hinges on my door were off, and it looked busted. Boone turned around, and the door dropped.
The gorilla held out a large sack and the horse began to push me into it.
“Hey, what in the hell are you guys doing? HEY, watch it!” I yelled as the horse and gorilla were forcing me in the bag. I struggled, but their combined strength overtook mine. Everything was dark, and all I could do was feel myself bump against the gorillas back, and take in all the noise.

They were sprinting, and it was seemingly raining heavier than it was before, as the bag was beginning to get soaked, me along with it. After what seemed like 5 minutes, I heard the footsteps stop, and I had stopped swinging against the gorillas back. I heard some weird swishing sounds, and then a language I had never heard before. I heard what sounded like steam hissing and metal clanking. The footsteps continued again, and the pitter pattering of the rain against the sack had stopped. The footsteps stopped again, and I heard some keys being punched. I then felt my body being dragged down for a few seconds, and then my body being brought up. I hit my head on the ceiling and I let out some choice words. I heard a wheezy chuckle from Anchovy. There was a “ding” and then something sliding. The footsteps continued once more, and I heard some chattering. I then felt the bag being picked up, and I was then gently laid on something. I struggled against the sack, barking “Get me out of here!”
A harsh female german sounding voice then began to speak, and all became quiet.
“Now, tell me, Digby… how do you like your coffee?”
I was confused, but then began to speak, “I-I don’t like coffee!”
There was a piercing silence.
“Very well, hev him untied immediately! And dry hem and ze table aftervards! I hate ze smell of vet dog...”
I felt some tugging at the bag and heard something thump against whatever surface I was on. I began to crawl out of the bag and stood up, a strange scene before me.
I was on a table, in a weird room. It was sort of well lit, not dim, but not fully lit. The light was emanating from strange blue candles hanging around. I turned my attention to the table again. There were at least two people sitting there I hadn’t seen before. One was a small green duck wearing a helmet, the other a female eagle wearing a monocle and a witch’s hat, crooked at the point. I saw Boone and Anchovy as well, but the horse wasn’t there. I then turned forward and looked at the end of the table. There were three chairs, the middle and the right one empty, the left chair harboring… Ankha?!
Was she the one with that weird accent? It couldn’t be, could it? No, it must be the eagle.
Everyone was staring at me.
“Come, have a seat next to me, dear.” spoke the eagle softly. Her voice was soft and she had a fairly normal accent. I guess not. I had never heard Ankha speak in that accent, and had never heard her speak so harshly and seriously.
I snap myself out of it, obliged, awkwardly climbed off the table, and sat next to the eagle.
“My name is Amelia, but you can just call me Amy.”

Amelia grabbed out a towel and wrapped it around me, a soft smile on her face. I then looked around. A million questions were burning inside of me. What was going on? Why was I here? Is everything alright? Why is Ankha speaking like this? What about Lottie, she must be here too, right?
“The boy wants answers!” croaked Anchovy. How did he know?
“Ze boy vill get his answers soon enough!” snarled Ankha’s cold voice.
“Vere is zat barn animal, Colton?”
There was a “ding” again, and I turned around toward the sound. Colton came out of a elevator, drenched and looking ghoulish. This was quite a departure from his seemingly snobbish expression. Everyone stared at him in anticipation.
“I-It’s… Wind… he’s-”
There were some gasps. Everyone looked stunned. Ankha was shaking. I thought I could see tears forming in her eyes. She covered her face and stormed off. Amelia’s calm and soft composure was now replaced with fear and sorrow, and she began to run after Ankha. “Ankha, wait, please dear!”
Anchovy was wincing and took a swig of something from a mug.
The silence was even more piercing than before.
Finally, someone said something. It was the green child-like duck, who couldn’t have been older than 11.
“I-Is he really gone…? D-Dead…?” that last word seemed to make his voice crack.
Anchovy only tilted his head slightly upwards, but his eyes swiveled and bulged, looking through the green duck.
“There are fates worse than death, Scoot.” he said ominously.
The gorilla began sobbing loudly.
“Say it ain’ true, say it ain’ true! Wind, greates’ hypnomens an’ occlumens ever to ‘ave the joy a’ livin’, gone! Did he put up a fight, Colton? Please tell me he went out in a b-blaze a’ glory!”
He continued sobbing, and Anchovy patted his back, trying to comfort him.
Colton turned around, looking up at them and then looking down.
“He didn’t put up a fight. He just apologized.”
I began to speak.
“Wind…? What about Isabelle? Is she alright?”
Colton stiffened up and all the breath seemed to be taken straight out of him. He shook his head.
“N-No, you guys are pulling my chain, right…? Nice prank guys! This was all funny, making it seem like this place is actually underground or whatever!”
Everyone was silent except Boone, who was continuing to sob. Anchovy glared through me.
“I see, it’s a dream! Yeah, just gotta pinch myself…”
I pinched myself and a little bit of pain shot through me, I closed my eyes and then opened them, expecting to see the ceiling of my room. What I instead saw was the grim, unchanging scene, illuminated eerily by blue candle light. Tears began to roll down my cheeks.
Isabelle was… gone. Whatever that meant. ‘There are fates worse than death…’ rang throughout his mind. Wherever she was, he couldn’t reach her anymore, judging by how everyone was talking. She was gone. The sister who helped me all my life, who I loved so much, who I helped run the town with… All those memories were all I had. I was breathing heavily and didn't realize it. My breath was broken in between my sobs. All I could see were my paws covering my face as I began to sob, images of her flashing across my mind. Regrets began to whizz through my mind as well, making me feel even worse.
Then, I heard Colton again, even graver.
“If we don’t act quickly, he will get your parents next.”
Who was this “he”? My grief burned into rage. Whoever this “he” was was going to pay gravely for their mistake. Nobody touches my sister.
After a while, Amelia came back in, looking calm but tired and weary. She was holding a tray full of what smelled like hot tea. She began to pass everyone the tea, making no eye contact with anyone. Boone looked mournful and was staring at his tea as if it had killed his best friend. Then, we heard steady footsteps. Ankha walked slowly back in the room, now wearing a large black robe and cape. As she walked towards the middle chair, her cape swept and made a definitive “swish”.
She looked like a wreck. Her hair was frizzy and sticking out, her eyes were puffy and red, her black makeup was streaked across her cheeks from her eyes, and her face was pale. Her face was etched with an intense fury. She faced me, grunted, then everyone looked up and then back at me.
“Velcome… to Ze Council of ze Sphinx.”

“Everyvone! Hats on! Now!” growled Ankha.
Colton touched air above his head and lowered the air, revealing a previously invisible golden and white covered bowler hat. Anchovy reached for something under the table and pulled out a beige fedora. Boone ruffled through his jacket and pulled out a small blue beret. Scoot and Amelia simply sat up straighter. Ankha shifted her crown slightly. She glared for a second at me and turned her head towards Amelia.
“Get him a hat.”
Amelia dragged me up by my arms. She began directing me towards a hallway with many doors. She walked a bit, and then turned left, shifting through her pockets and then getting out a key. She unlocked the door and turned the knob. She walked in and I followed her.
“This is the hat room, Digby. This is where the hats choose their owner.”
This phrase didn’t sit right with me.
“What?”
“We wear these hats in order to utilize them against mind reading and control. They create a sort of protective shield if the user wills it. They choose their owners, and all have many different properties.”
“What?” I said again, in disbelief.
“Hats don’t have feelings, though, Amelia. Don’t you think you guys have been spending too much time down h-”
“Quiet now. This is essential to your protection and your quest to defeat… him.”
Anger welled inside me again.
“Who is this ‘him’ anyway? Some loser with an evil hat or something?”
Amelia’s slight smile turned to a frown.
“From the information we have gathered from our correspondent, he does not have a hat, nor yet know of his capabilities. Besides, that is just his descendant.”
This filled me with more questions than answers. I decided that I just wanted to get this hat thing over with.
“Ok, ok, can we just get this done quickly?”
Amelia smiled softly.
“That is for the hats to decide.”
I looked around the room. It was lined with boxes, presumably filled with hats. A childish sort of wonder arose in me. What hat would I get? What hat would pick me? How would I know? A smile started forming on my face. Amelia looked at me, smiling.
“I want you to walk by a few rows. Pick up any boxes that shake.”
I nodded and began walking through the rows. Everything was silent. I kept walking and got no reaction. I walked to another row. Suddenly, I heard some rumbling and rustling. I looked around, and it had seemed like five boxes had shaken. I began taking them off the shelves, flinching a bit, scared the hats might jump out. Eventually, I had five boxes, nearly toppling over in my arms. Amelia walked towards me.
“Do you need any help, dearie?”
“It would be appreciated, yeah.”
She giggled and started picked up three boxes from my arm. I felt lighter, and let out a deep breath.
Amelia began to set the boxes down and open them.
“We will now be testing these hats.”
“Right here?”
“No better place than right here, Digby. Now, I will place the hats on you. If you feel a strange connection, or feel elated, then you will know that the hat has decided you are worthy of being its owner.”
I nodded. She pulled out a funny looking straw hat and placed it on me. I felt nothing. I shook my head. She nodded and pulled out another hat. It was a black bowler. She placed it on my head. I felt a little bit of something, but it faded away quickly. I shook my head. She took it off, and then placed a ushanka on me. I felt something strong for a moment, but then I felt a gust of wind, and I saw the hat fly off from my head. Amelia giggled. I rolled my eyes.
I looked down the rows, seemingly endless, and noticed something odd. There was a red glow emanating from one of them.
“Miss Amelia, hopefully this doesn’t come out rude, but do hats usually do that?” I said, pointing towards the row with an ominous glow.
“Leap off? Of course! It doesn’t mean you-” as soon as she turned around, she became still and silent.
“The mythics. You have been chosen by one of the mythics.” she said, all the fun out of her voice. I was quite getting used to having someone around who wasn’t so grave.
“The mythics? What?”
“The mythics… are a powerful set of hats. They present themselves to those with great power. If you have been chosen by them, they will almost never falter. They will remain loyal and will burn anyone else who wears them instead of simply disobeying. They, like their owners, hold great power and many mysteries. Stay here, I will retrieve it.”
I stood there, confused. Is this even happening? Is any of this real? It just seems so stupid, so ludicrous. Magical hats? Great power? I never had any “great power”. I pinched myself again, but nothing happened.
Amelia reappeared from the row, holding a box, emanating a large red glow that was a little painful to look at. As she came nearer, it got brighter. She was right in front of me. It was blinding. I then heard a “click” and everything became white. I felt Amelia’s feathers and felt something being tightened and tied on my neck.
I then felt something go over my head. I felt an immense rush of euphoria. I felt happy, I felt alive, but most importantly, I felt a powerful connection. My vision began to come back, and I saw Amelia staring at me inquisitively. I began to feel a bit normal again, although with a connection.
“That,” she began, “is the Occulist’s Hood. This is the only mythic that has a brother. Another one just like it… and that mythic belonged to... him.”
What was left of my euphoria was vanquished.
She saw my expression change and gave a nod of understanding.
“That doesn’t mean anything about you, however. A hat doesn’t choose its master based on such petty things as “good” or “bad”. Come along now, Digby.”
Whoever he was wore a hat exactly like this. Whoever he was killed my sister and my sisters husband. I would never end up like him.
I followed Amelia out through the door and into the hallway.
“Now, you will begin training with Ankha. She is as accomplished and professed in occlumency and hypnomency as Wind was. I hope that you two get along.”
Being trained by Ankha? Before any of this, I would see it as a marvelous prospect, one full of humor and fun. It would surprise me she knew anything to even teach. Now, that I knew the real Ankha… this wouldn’t be fun nor humorous, judging by her constant yelling, seriousness, and latent ability to strike fear and silence into anyone she met.
“I have a feeling that she doesn’t take a liking to me much.” I said bluntly.
“Don’t be silly now, dear! Ankha cares about us all! She is a very sweet and kind person, as I hope you will come to find.”
Yes, her death glare was very sweet and kind.
We walked until we met a door, in which Amelia gently rapped against. The door flung open, seemingly by itself.
“You two have fun!” Amelia said before walking away. I stepped inside and the door slammed behind me.
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Posted on 2018-03-28 22:35:27
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>Is an egyptian
>has a german accent

Posted on 2018-03-28 22:36:40
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She's not actually egyptian in the story, it's a disguise~

Posted on 2018-03-28 22:38:11
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Professional chair seems like a job that could easily support me ;3

Posted on 2018-03-28 22:42:53
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Must be a pretty see through disguise if she doesnt bother with the accent.

Posted on 2018-03-28 22:46:03
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lol
She uses her "normal voice" outside of the Council. Inside of the Council she uses her regular accent freely. Digby doesn't recognize her at first, and makes a few comments about the contrasts between how he has always known her and how she is now. But being able to fool Digby doesn't say very much lol

Posted on 2018-03-28 22:54:28
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Yea the whole accent thing really threw me off here

Posted on 2021-01-16 05:42:21
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Wish you kept on the story

Posted on 2021-07-06 08:17:36
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Transcript:
THE ROOM WAS PITCH BLACK. SUDDENLY, I HEAR A *SNAP* AND THE PLACE SUDDENLY BECOMES FULLY LIT. A FEW FEET IN FRONT OF ME IS ANKHA, WEARING HER BLACK ROBE AND CAPE. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE SEEN HER FROM THIS CLOSE IN A WHILE. SHE’S GLARING AT ME, SEEMINGLY HOPING THAT SHE COULD DROP ME DEAD IF SHE GLARED HARD ENOUGH.
“SO, YOU HAVE COME TO LEARN, HAVEN'T YOU BOY?"
“LET'S JUST CUT TO THE CHASE.” I RETORTED.
“FOOL! YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME!” SHE SNARLED. I FELT A WEIRD DESIRE TO STOP TALKING AND LISTEN TO HER. SHE SMIRKED.
“YOU ARE WEAK! EVEN WHEN I AM USING ALMOST NONE OF MY POWER, YOU FALL WEAK TO IT! WHEN SOMEONE CONTROLS YOUR MIND, THEY ARE SUCKING AWAY PART OF YOUR SOUL; YOUR WILL. IT WILL ALWAYS COME BACK, AND WILL REGENERATE ONCE YOUR ORDERS ARE DONE, OR YOU ARE WILLING TO NOT BE CONTROLLED STRONG ENOUGH, I AM GOING TO TAKE OFF THIS ROBE, AND YOU ARE TO FOCUS ON WHAT'S BEHIND ME AND TALK TO YOUR HAT! DO NOT LOOK AT ME, WHATEVER YOU DO! IF YOU DO, I WILL PUNISH YOU! DO YOU THINK YOU COULD DO THAT FOR ME, STUPID MUTT?”
I NODDED AND BEGAN FOCUSING ON MY HAT. I ASKED IT TO PROTECT ME, ANDO THEN FELT A LITTLE WEIRD, LIKE SOMETHING WAS SURROUNDING ME. I HEARD ANKHAS CLOAK FALL TO THE FLOOR. AT FIRST, I WAS DOING WELL. I FELT LIKE I WAS OVERPOWERING SOMETHING THAT WAS TRYING TO COME IN. THEN WEIRD THOUGHTS BEGAN TO CREEP INTO MY MIND. “LOOK.” THAT WORD BEGAN TO RING THROUGH MY HEAD, IT BEGAN THINKING ABOUT WHAT SHE WOULD LOOK LIKE WITHOUT HER CLOAK ON. WHAT WAS SHE WEARING UNDER THAT CLOAK…? I WAS NOW DYING TO KNOW... NO, I HAD TO FIGHT AGAINST THIS, I MUST NOT LOOK AT HER! MY PANTS FELT A BIT TIGHTER AS MORE AND MORE THOUGHTS OF ANKHA NUDE FLOODED MY MIND, EACH MORE POWERFUL THAN THE LAST.
“NO... NO... MUST... NOT... NOT L-L... NOT DISOBEY... MUST LOOK...”

I BEGAN TO FEEL DREAMY, AND A CALMING WARMTH WASHED OVER ME. I LOOKED OVER AT ANKHA. I MUST LOOK. SHE IS MY MISTRESS. HER SWEATING ASS WAS FULL AND JUICY I WAS DROOLING. THE MORE I LOOKED AT IT, THE MORE PERFECT I REALIZED ITS ROUND SHAPE WAS, THE MORE I WANTED TO SERVE AND DO WHATEVER I COULD FOR THE GLORIOUSLY JIGGLING BUNS. I HEAR MORE COMMANDS, AND OBEY THEM. I LIE DOWN, ANKHA BENDS OVER, AND THEN SITS DOWN, SMOTHERING MY FACE WITH HER VOLUPTUOUS ASS.

"*GIGGLE* SUCH A PATHETIC LITTLE MUTT... YOU WON'T MAKE A GOOD OCCLUMENS.. NO... I SINK YOU WOULD MAKE A BETTER CHAIR, WOULDN'T YOU AGREE~? ????"

Posted on 2023-08-03 03:45:54
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Mmmmmmm asssss..... @_@