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Frightwig was once a member of the infamous circus freaks. Their title only really extended an arm of fear to the unlucky humans that visited one of their soul-stealing performances. To a plumber of the law or the average alien fiend, they were… Well, they were jokes. Charmcaster had once teamed up with their boss Zombozo, it went about as well as a team lead by a vampiric clown reject could possibly go. The group had since separated, dismantled by Zombozo himself. This left the three dim-witted freaks to partake in small-time crime on their own. Frightwig was to be the first subject due to her history as a minion making her likely to be lacking the will to fight the charmed empress.

Using her mighty hair, Frightwig made her way into a local bank, she appreciated being on her own, it removed any need to share. But as she opened her precious vault, she discovered a unique treasure. It was one of the charms of harmony sitting ever so suspiciously. It was an extremely obvious trap… Frightwig gave it less than a thought before being enamoured by it.

There were usually two steps to the hypnosis. First was the spell placed on the target, this would weaken their will making them more open to the power of the gem being placed on them which would be the second step. However, if the target was not so bright, there is no need for the first step. Frightwig launched her hair at the gem, it was a small purple yet remarkably pretty gem. Anyone would be taken aback by it; most would show a little more caution.

“I knew I was better on my own, come to me my…” the loose clown was silenced the moment her hair touched the gem, a bright light engulfed the scene before the gem launched towards the forehead of Frightwig. She screamed for a moment, a small but loud moment before she regained her composure and stood up straight as if she were a robot that was just rebooted.

The gem had changed the jester. Frightwig’s eyes became a deep purple, her mouth was wide open, and her expression was non-existent. She was a puppet without her strings, it reminded Charmcaster of her old rock monsters, just empty shells waiting for her input. Her monstrous hair swirled all around without purpose, this was the power of the gem, pure harmonic bliss towards the charmer.

Charmcaster made her way in front of her first slave, seeing her dead, compliant stare into nothingness made her uncontrollable excited for the prospect of doing the same to her enemies. She waved in front of the mindless machine, grabbed her mouth and even her breasts. No reaction. This was exactly like her rock monsters, only remarkably more satisfying. This was the power Charmcaster was waiting for, this was her chance.

“Frightwig. I am your mistress, you will obey me without question, you belong to me, Charmcaster.” Like a switch, the frozen lit up in servitude.

“Yes, you are my mistress. Command your personal jester.” she spoke with a cheerful yet formal tone, she was grateful to be of use to someone again.

The pair teleported away; the airheaded slave was in awe over this most basic of spells. “So, what are you waiting for, jester? Amuse me, amuse your empress.”

Frightwig’s face turned to absolute glee, her purpose was finally being fulfilled, she wasn’t some basic criminal, she was born to please and entertain her mistress. “Thank you, mistress, my performance won’t disappoint!” the clown said with absolute assurance. Charmcaster was pleased with the performance, mostly the more suggestive and embarrassing ones, she imagined Gwen Tennyson doing the same without a care in the world.

Still, even with a test subject, Charmcaster wasn’t satisfied. Frightwig was too easy to trick, she needed another low-grade criminal, but one with a much stronger will that could be tested. Eventually, Charmcaster landed on her old buddy from the negative 10. Rojo. She would be the real test of the power of the gem and Charmcaster set Frightwig to prove herself by capturing her. Charmcaster was more than prepared to build herself up to Gwen, it would only make her assured victory all the sweeter.

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Description
STORY BELOW:

Frightwig was once a member of the infamous circus freaks. Their title only really extended an arm of fear to the unlucky humans that visited one of their soul-stealing performances. To a plumber of the law or the average alien fiend, they were… Well, they were jokes. Charmcaster had once teamed up with their boss Zombozo, it went about as well as a team lead by a vampiric clown reject could possibly go. The group had since separated, dismantled by Zombozo himself. This left the three dim-witted freaks to partake in small-time crime on their own. Frightwig was to be the first subject due to her history as a minion making her likely to be lacking the will to fight the charmed empress.

Using her mighty hair, Frightwig made her way into a local bank, she appreciated being on her own, it removed any need to share. But as she opened her precious vault, she discovered a unique treasure. It was one of the charms of harmony sitting ever so suspiciously. It was an extremely obvious trap… Frightwig gave it less than a thought before being enamoured by it.

There were usually two steps to the hypnosis. First was the spell placed on the target, this would weaken their will making them more open to the power of the gem being placed on them which would be the second step. However, if the target was not so bright, there is no need for the first step. Frightwig launched her hair at the gem, it was a small purple yet remarkably pretty gem. Anyone would be taken aback by it; most would show a little more caution.

“I knew I was better on my own, come to me my…” the loose clown was silenced the moment her hair touched the gem, a bright light engulfed the scene before the gem launched towards the forehead of Frightwig. She screamed for a moment, a small but loud moment before she regained her composure and stood up straight as if she were a robot that was just rebooted.

The gem had changed the jester. Frightwig’s eyes became a deep purple, her mouth was wide open, and her expression was non-existent. She was a puppet without her strings, it reminded Charmcaster of her old rock monsters, just empty shells waiting for her input. Her monstrous hair swirled all around without purpose, this was the power of the gem, pure harmonic bliss towards the charmer.

Charmcaster made her way in front of her first slave, seeing her dead, compliant stare into nothingness made her uncontrollable excited for the prospect of doing the same to her enemies. She waved in front of the mindless machine, grabbed her mouth and even her breasts. No reaction. This was exactly like her rock monsters, only remarkably more satisfying. This was the power Charmcaster was waiting for, this was her chance.

“Frightwig. I am your mistress, you will obey me without question, you belong to me, Charmcaster.” Like a switch, the frozen lit up in servitude.

“Yes, you are my mistress. Command your personal jester.” she spoke with a cheerful yet formal tone, she was grateful to be of use to someone again.

The pair teleported away; the airheaded slave was in awe over this most basic of spells. “So, what are you waiting for, jester? Amuse me, amuse your empress.”

Frightwig’s face turned to absolute glee, her purpose was finally being fulfilled, she wasn’t some basic criminal, she was born to please and entertain her mistress. “Thank you, mistress, my performance won’t disappoint!” the clown said with absolute assurance. Charmcaster was pleased with the performance, mostly the more suggestive and embarrassing ones, she imagined Gwen Tennyson doing the same without a care in the world.

Still, even with a test subject, Charmcaster wasn’t satisfied. Frightwig was too easy to trick, she needed another low-grade criminal, but one with a much stronger will that could be tested. Eventually, Charmcaster landed on her old buddy from the negative 10. Rojo. She would be the real test of the power of the gem and Charmcaster set Frightwig to prove herself by capturing her. Charmcaster was more than prepared to build herself up to Gwen, it would only make her assured victory all the sweeter.

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