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[doomstarmagician]

Doom walks in to ask his aunt and uncle a question so see his aunt straddling his uncle and applying face makeup

@thesoulwithinthepuzzle

“There’s a house that lies in the middle of nowhere, beyond the horizon atop an isolated spot of land, surrounded by water on all sides and trees whose branches wind together and obscure this magic-made structure. What happens within the walls could be anything from legend and fable, to mystery. Tonight, I ask that you join me in unraveling the mystery of The Bonita Conspiracy.”

【𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜-𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 (𝐚𝐤𝐚: 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫’𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞)】

» Realm: Dominion of the Beasts (Spirit World)

» Time: Nightfall, beyond the Eve of Twilight

The hallway was dark and quiet, the only source of light shining from the room at the very end. It seemed so dim from here, and that room seemed so far away. Had the hallway always been this long? It felt like it was taking a while for Doomstar to make his way to the end. He crept along, his footsteps soft and muffled against plush carpet. The closer he got to the room, the more he could make out faint giggling. He smiled to himself because he knew it was just his aunt and her affectionate antics being generously indulged by his uncle who, these days, tried to remain stoic but the cracks in his armor were just too noticeable.

Doomstar had his own agenda, and no intention to take up too much of their time. He only needed to ask a quick question and then he’d be on his way. The self proclaimed star sailor was on a mission, after all — a voyage perhaps, to the ends of the world and beyond. Finally reaching the end of the hallway he raised a hand and knocked softly on the door to alert them of his presence. The door wasn’t closed all the way, giving him just enough room to poke his head in.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he laid eyes on.

Pinned to the bed lay the chaos mage, arms stuck at his side and unable to go anywhere. Straddling him was the sorceress of light, using her position above to keep him right where she wanted. Doomstar watched, slack-jawed, as his aunt dipped a makeup brush into what appeared to be face paint and used his uncle’s face as a canvas.

Do you, or do you not feel bonita? She asked with a sly smile, voice filled with mirth.

…I feel bonita. Came the deadpan reply. Doomstar took note of how his eyes locked with hers, as if he was entranced, spellbound by her radiant light.

Wonderful! Because you look bonita! She exclaimed joyously, booping the chaos mage’s nose with the tip of the brush.

It was so bizarre. Something about all of this just felt off. As if this was not one of their usual silly moments together when no one else was around; as if something sinister was brewing. Why did he feel the need to run? Why did he want to escape from her, while his uncle lay there trapped and unable to free himself? Doomstar turned to leave, and as soon as he did he was met face to face with the sorceress, whose eyes were ablaze with a harsh, blinding light.

He stumbled back and opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. No matter what he did he couldn’t find his voice, couldn’t call for help. And his movements… why did they feel so sluggish? Why did it feel like no matter how much he willed his legs to move, he was stuck in place? Why did every fiber of his being ignore the commands from his brain to GET AWAY?

Now now, little star. Surely you didn’t think I forgot about you? I would never, Doomstar. Now hold still.

He had but a moment to blink before he found himself just as his uncle was. Immobilized. At best Doomstar could move his eyes and look around, but that was it. She wasn’t straddling him, no, but she was leaned over him with the brush and face paint in hand. He couldn’t turn his head away. He could only endure becoming her next canvas.

Sudden, loud flapping of wings had him jolting upright in his chair, a single sheet of paper unsticking itself from his cheek and falling back onto the desk. He drew a calming but shaky breath as he looked around and gathered his bearings. He was in his room, at his desk, his satellite schematics and blueprints were scattered before him, and soft lunar light orbs illuminated his room.

“Whew, I must have dozed off for a minute. And that dream… weird.” He grounded himself and rubbed his eyes. Turning in his chair he glanced over at the large perch that held his blind owl, Noctua. “And thank you for waking me. I can’t believe I fell asleep. Stay here any longer and I might do it again.”

Rising from his seat he stretched, wincing only slightly at the creaking and popping of old joints that never did fully heal properly. With a yawn, he departed from his room and entered the dark hallway. Once again, the only light came from the room at the very end. It made him shiver, but he made his way forward. Only this time, the hallway wasn’t nearly as long as the one in his dream, nor did he hear any chilling giggles.

Oh but he did hear voices. Soft murmurs strung together, and not just from the sorceress. It was a relief knowing no one was trapped under a bewitching enchantment. When he reached the door, he didn’t knock this time. It was still cracked open just enough for him to peek in and ensure he wasn’t about to felled by any trickery or illusion.

And yet, he froze. The sight in front of him was just like in his dream. His aunt straddled his uncle and wielded another makeup brush and palette of face paint. His eyes narrowed.

Upon closer inspection, Doomstar began to notice small differences. The chaos mage wasn’t actually trapped; in fact, his hands were free and resting against the light sorceress’ thighs, and he didn’t look so zoned out. Their expressions were softer, which made Doomstar breathe the sigh of relief he’d been holding in.

That is, until he heard those words again.

Do you, or do you not feel bonita?

…I feel bonita.

Wonderful! Because you look bonita!

Doomstar saw his vision blur and the room begin to spin. There was no way this was happening. It was, for the most part, just like his dream! Had he suddenly gained a vision in his sleep? Was his dream a warning of some sort? Was he… next?

“N-no—!!” He blurted out and quickly covered his mouth with his hands, accidentally hitting the door in the process. He saw the two of them pause, and their heads turn towards him. He knew he’d been caught.

Doomstar? She called out to him, making him jump.

“WAAAH—! PLEASE, I JUST— I WAS JUST GOING TO WALK MY SATELLITE AND BUILD BAXTER! I MEAN— WALK BAXTER AND BUIL—”

Relax, kid. What’s the matter?

You can come in here if you want, Doomie. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.

By now the two master mages had moved to sit next to each other, leaving room for Doomstar if he decided he wanted to venture in. And of course he wanted to, but he hesitated taking that first step. “N-no ghost, but what are you all… up to?”

Oh, this? It’s just new makeup that I picked up today. I wanted to try it out on your uncle and he agreed.

Uh, she twisted my arm and left me no room to refuse.

“Two things. The first one is, you’re whipped. You would never tell her no. And two… I just woke up from a dream where you guys were doing this exact thing.”

Were it not for the second part, his aunt likely would have burst into a fit of giggles and his uncle probably would have scrunched his face at that comment. Instead the two shared a look because they knew this technically wasn’t the first time one of Doomstar’s dreams was eerily close to what was happening in real time, but right now all they wanted was to put his mind at ease.

Come here. You’re safe here.

She reached towards him with open arms, and though he wanted to join them, he hesitated and wrapped his arms around himself.

“You’re not going to be a freaky voodoo sun lady and put a spell on me to make me your canvas are you?”

What…? No, my little star. Of course not.

No, she reserves that for me. Come in here and calm down.

But, would you let me paint a star on you? We can all match, if you’d like?

With a groan, he relented and allowed it. If only for a moment. Only because he trusted them, for he knew in his heart no harm would come from it.

That night, they were all bonita.

“Now you might think I just told you all a tall tale. You might think nothing like that could ever happen. It’s absurd. It makes no sense.”

“That’s where you’d be wrong. It did happen. It’s not a fairytale. Not a myth. Not a fable. The Bonita Conspiracy is no longer a mystery. It’s declassified, it’s just another story from a normal night at home.”

Gods that was so dramatic, Doom.

Wonder who he got that from. Hee~