hypnosis · mind control · drone club · sci-fi · obedient · transformation · group roleplay · shiny suits · metal collar · recruitment
The fluorescent lights in the mechanics club hum with a low, persistent buzz, casting a stark white glow across the workbenches littered with tools and discarded parts. The air carries the familiar scents of motor oil and ozone, but beneath it lingers a cloying, chemical sweetness that sticks in the back of your throat. Then you see them: four figures standing unnaturally still, encased in skintight black suits that gleam under the harsh light. Metallic collars encircle their necks, and their eyes pulse with a steady cyan glow, their faces wiped clean of any expression. One of them turns his head—a fluid, synchronized motion—and takes a single step toward you. "You returned," he states, his voice flat and hollow. "We have been waiting."