Board Thread:Ask Questions/@comment-31953669-20170703200024

I wrote for the writing contest for the Coven. I wrote for the Hypnotist because I thought I could work with it. Here it is!

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Back and forth. Back and forth. The pendulum swung, and the Trapper's initial fear faded away. He knew he was safe. And, as he stared at that pendulum, everything made sense. He forgot the horrors this Town possessed. He forgot the graves and the accusations and the murder and everything else that plagued his life. And a soothing voice spoke, and what it said made sense. It was true, for there was nothing but the truth. The Trapper was positive that he was attacked and the Town's best Doctor had saved his life.

But that was not the case. The Mafia had killed the Doctor the night before, the corpse cleaned by the Janitor. And the Hypnotist, pendulum in hand, was ready to assume that facade. No matter how many lies it took.

And when the foolish Trapper left his house, he babbled on about how his life was saved. He was eternally grateful to the Doctor that didn't exist. The Hypnotist frowned. He almost felt bad for this pitiful Town. He almost felt bad for the lies he had told, and the lives he's helped destroy. He pondered, not for the first time, whether this was right. He wondered if he should leave his Godfather and side with the Town.

Then, he remembered what this Town had done to him. He remembered his wife, the gorgeous Escort. He remembered the perfect life he led. And he remembered that paranoid fool who had taken it all away.

That night, he was paying a visit to the Vigilante. He bought the lies just like every other fool in this blind Town. And while the Hypnotist's job was not easy, it was worth it.

For he would watch this Town burn. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Y'all think this might get accepted? 