TychGamer

Unable to look away from the Coach, his Coach, the man's voice filling the Jock's ears, mind.

Trade the exhausting overthinking for pure, unadulterated himbo vibes. It’s time to clock out of the mental matrix, mute the mind and fully embrace the glorious, golden-retriever energy of the himbo.

No thoughts, head completely empty, heart absolutely massive, biceps heavy. You are officially retiring from problem-solving. Let the world observe you while you focus on the important things:

being fiercely loyal, looking incredible, lifting heavy objects, and radiating sweet, uncomplicated kindness.

Keep staring at the spiral

Eyes are getting heavy

He could bench, squat, and deadlift more than most of the planet .

But the moment his buddy told him a freeze all his muscles didn't matter.

At Sirenbills Coffee, Brock drinks his coffe when this guy got his attention. Luke sat across from his friend, nursing a lukewarm latte and slouching in his oversized hoodie. The usual complaint spilled out again.

“I don’t know, man… I just keep striking out. Girls talk to me but nothing ever happens.”

His friend smirked. “Dude, you’re jacked under all those baggy clothes. Just show off the goods a little.”

Luke’s cheeks burned. “Nah… I’m too shy for that shit.”

Little did the young highschool drop-out that already entered his mid-20 realized that the amulet shouldn't be touched by anyone.

The entity trapped inside the amulet awaken due to the contact it made with human skin and as the entity opened his eyes, the amulet glow in the rather poorly-lighted sewer and triggered a little ripple as it breaks free from the containment of the amulet and entered the unprepared Harry. The brute has no chance to defend himself from the invader as it quickly filled all extremities of his limb. Not even a minute, Harry already look different with sinister gleam radiated from his eyes. The entity is ready to take back what's his and avenged his defeat in a rematch that he won't lose this time.

"Yo Harry, sup?" asked Alfie casually as he excused himself earlier today because he got some emergency condition back at home, he claimed earlier to their supervisor

"Listen up, human. You are going to walk into your flat and get me your brother and his best friend. Do you understand me, Alfie?" asked the possessed Harry with his inhuman voice and an off-putting emphasis as he called Alfie by his name exactly when his voice returned to normal

"Yes Harry, I understand. Get my brother. What's to do afterward?" answered Alfie monotonously as his eyes temporarily looked hazy and lifeless while his steps seemed a little bit off

"Just wait there and I'll come pick you three later," answered Harry briefly before he ended the call

Then, after ending the call, the possessed Harry started his walk to the parked car used by his team. But even before he reached there, he found 2 of his workmate lounging on the ground after they got drained due to their work and now they're just chilling while waiting for the other.

"Yo Harry, mate, where you goin'?"

With a sinister grin, he looked at them and then rubbed his amulet. The soft look quickly turned into glare at the two unaware men. Not long afterwards, the two of them already walked behind Harry as if they're his bodyguard.

As they crossed the street, Harry could make up the figure sitting in the back of the opened van. There, the 19 years old Oliver currently minding his own business all alone while waiting for some other workmate of his. Oliver noticed the approaching Harry and the two others and greeted his older coworkers

"You done mate?"

Harry rubbed his amulet and glaring red lights radiated from it. Oliver's eyes turned bright red for a seconds and then suddenly his expression turned stoic

"What do you want me to do, Master?"

"First, call me Harry. Second, act normal but you're not going to disobey me. Three, can you drive?"

"Yes Harry, I can,"

"Good, here's the key. Now let's pack up and drive,"

"What about the others? Aren't they still inside?"

"I don't think they will ever come out from there. Gotta solved 'em first to charge up my power. Let's just pretend we know nothing about it, after all, we don't come to work today,"

"We don't come to work today. Got it. Then, let's hop in and you can tell me what you are up to, Harry,"

The vengeful spirit inside Harry smiled widely and that is animated by Harry's face. The two guy behind him still remained expressionless but their resting face looked like the type of face of people you don't wanna mess with. As both Harry and Oliver walk to sit in front, the two guys hop into the back of the van and sit quietly with their blanked out faces.

“I’m here to serve you, Master,” he said softly, lowering his eyes and slipping his white towel down over his perfect jockboy ass, revealing it to me.

“Good boy,” I said to him, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too, Master,” his face warmed.

If I hadn’t known he was so deeply hypnotized at the time, I’d have believed that what he was saying was completely genuine, and that the blush on his cheeks really was for me.

Not sure how this app popped up, but one day it just appeared on my phone. It can fast forward, edit, and best of all — pause. Lately though, I feel like I should be more careful. Today a cop showed up saying someone nearby reported something strange. Probably better to keep a low key from now on.

He doesn't remember what he does with it after he takes it but he knows it's important.

He had only planned to spend the evening hanging out.

A couple drinks, some music, maybe watch a game. Nothing complicated. His friend had always been into strange gadgets and experimental training equipment, so when he was handed a glossy black swim cap and a pair of unusual goggles, he laughed and played along.

“Just try them on for a minute.”

The cap stretched tightly over his head, smooth silicone sealing against his hair. The goggles followed, their lenses swirling with impossible colors that seemed to rotate even when he looked away.

At first, nothing happened.

Then his thoughts began to slow.

The conversation in the room became distant. Words lost their meaning halfway through reaching him. He tried to take the goggles off, but the idea drifted away before he could act on it.

The spirals continued to turn.

Slowly.

Steadily.

His shoulders relaxed. His expression softened. Questions disappeared one by one.

Why was he here?

What had they been talking about?

What had seemed important a few minutes ago?

The answers slipped away.

A new set of thoughts arrived in their place.

Simple thoughts.

Comfortable thoughts.

Useful thoughts.

The cap felt right. The goggles felt right. The tight pressure around his head seemed to hold everything together as the old confusion faded.

His friend watched as the final resistance drained from his face.

The cigarette hung forgotten from his lips.

A thin strand of drool slipped from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes remained hidden behind the swirling lenses.

“How do you feel?” his friend asked.

The man stared forward for a moment before responding in a calm, empty voice.

“Good…Soft…Focused…”

“Anything bothering you?”

He slowly shook his head.

“No. Why be bothered? Coach is in control.”

The answer was immediate. Automatic.

No worries. No doubts. No complicated thoughts.

Just stillness.

Just purpose.

The colorful spirals reflected in the room as he sat motionless, processing his new instructions.

The man who had arrived that evening had expected to relax with a friend.

The drone leaving the apartment would be very different.

When his friend finally opened the door, the large man rose smoothly to his feet. His posture was perfect. His expression was blank. The cap gleamed under the hallway lights.

“Ready?” his friend asked.

The drone gave a single nod.

“Ready. I am a good drone.”

“Yes, you sure are Chris.”

And together they stepped into the hallway, leaving the old evening plans behind. The drone no longer wondered what came next.