The Cow Hypnotist

Gregory Torres

Mary knocked on the old door rather hard, making sure whoever was inside could hear.

Much to all of their surprise, a woman opened the door. She had dark purple hair, a slender figure, and an unfriendly disposition.

Blowing the bubblegum she had in her mouth, she finally spoke up, "So, who are yous peoples?"

They were all taken aback at first, but eventually, Micheal spoke up, clearing his throat, "We are looking for a guy by the name of Gregory Torres. Is he here by any chance?"

The lady groaned, "Yeah, he's here. Come in."

She left the door open as they all wandered inside. The house was nothing spectacular, it looked like a regular house with regular furniture. They all stayed standing while they waited.

The woman knocked on a door in the hallway, "Yo, Torres, you got some company."

A voice coming from behind the door said: "This better not be another one of your jokes, Roxa."

The purple-haired girl whose name was supposedly Roxa rolled her eyes, "It's not a joke, idiot, they're waiting for you."

"Alright, alright, I'll be out in a second-"

After a half-minute of waiting the gang tensed up as they saw the door open. The person who walked out was a tall, darker-toned man with short, curly, cream-colored hair. He had a scar across his pale blue eye, while the other was a strange orange color. He was dressed in a long sweatshirt with black jeans to boot. He looked at the group and cracked his knuckles.

"Can I help you?" He said nonchalantly, looking at each of them up and down.

The group was amazed. They'd never seen anyone who looked quite like him. He almost looked like he was from another universe.

Finally, Jessie spoke up, blushing deeply under her light pink fur, "U-Uh, hi. We're from, uhm, Wisconsin, and we were wondering-"

 "-TAKE THE SPELL OFF MY FRIEND!" Mary growled at him, but it didn't seem to affect him.

He simply raised his eyebrows, "Spell?... Oh, you're talking about my hypnosis video."

"Damn right I am! Undo what you did or else you'll have to deal with me!"

"Can I see which friend you're talking about?" He disregarded everything she'd said and had his eye on the crowd.

Shocked, Mary looked at the man, "Uh, s-sure-" she turned around, "Lizzie? Can you come here?"

Stepping in between Micheal and Jessie, Lizzie shyly walked over to him.

"I knew it," he grabbed her gently by the jaw, "although you're not completely transformed, I knew I would find you someday. Or that you'd find me. Either or."

Everyone was confused, "What do you mean by that?" Mary asked, glancing at the two.

"She's the Chosen One."

Jessie and Micheal were astonished, but Mary was even more so. "Chosen?... I'm sorry, you're making absolutely no sense. Anyone could've seen that video and-"

"No," the man stated turning to the group as he crossed his arms, "do I really have to explain this to you?... Very well," motioning for them to take a seat, everyone sat down onto his couch, while he stood, "while it may be true that anyone could've watched the video, no one would've transformed."

Mary snickered, "Now you're just telling lies. My cousin said she watched the video and turned into a cow herself-"

"-Now you're telling lies. That video was meant to transform the Chosen One. You see, incompetent adult, I was sent here by the Five Gods of Wonder: Astrial of Sin; Wyfrim of Eminence; Qui of Dimension; Siraq of Nations; and, the most important of them, Lujuria of Ardor. Lujuria sent me to find the one Chosen to be Ruler of the Multiverse in hopes that the Great Wicked would be slain."

Taking all of this in at once, the friends all looked at each other in amazement. "So," Micheal started, "Lizzie is supposed to be the supposed 'Chosen One'? How come we never found out sooner? Shouldn't this be in the description of the video?"

The man chuckled, "You think I didn't already try that? I was sent here six hundred years ago and your world is still an utter mystery to me. I tried going around and telling people about it the first hundred years I was here, but they called me a warlock and threw me in prison. Several times. 200 years ago I was sentenced to hang, which ultimately didn't happen since I am 'blessed' with immortality. Now, with this advanced technology, I could just use some of the magic I had left to post a short video online in hopes the Chosen One would awaken as her true form," he glanced at Lizzie who just stared blankly at him, "Which is why I'm not understanding how the awakening didn't go all the way through..."

They all started sweating, "W-Well, that might've been our fault..."

He raised a brow, "Continue..."

Mary stood up, "Ever since my friend watched that stupid video of yours, she didn't have an awakening, but instead, she had four boobs, a massive utter that never stopped growing - ever - pain, and lust problems, so it was only natural of me to want to help her. Luckily, and weirdly, we have a beach that granted us the wish of returning to normal. But her's didn't go all the way through, which was why we came here to see you in the first place."

The man's eyes flared in anger and a fire lit in him, "What?!"

"It's your fault that she became the way she was, that's what! Don't act like you're the victim here! She was perfectly fine before you came into the picture! She was quite happy, in fact!"

Gregory stood above Mary, looking down at her as his blood pressure rose, "Because of your meddling, her entire system is screwed up. She was born to one day inherit this. Have you wondered why she isn't acting like a normal person or why she hasn't been talking?!" He let out a deep breath, placing his rather sharp fingers over his face, "I was only promised so much magic from Lujuria... How am I going to fix this...?"

Jessie looked around anxiously but finally stood up, walking over to him, "I had no idea that magic even existed- I mean, no offense to Lizzie's story, but at the time, it just didn't seem real. But the reason I'm even a pink fox right now is because of Lizzie's milk, so, technically, some of her is apart of me now..."

Micheal's eyes widened, realizing what was to come next. Jumping up, he rushed over to his friend, tears in his eyes, "No, Jessie, don't!" He whispered, "You don't know what this guy's capable of!"

"So, if you need another Chosen One, it wouldn't be hard to change me to your liking. I've had no magic beach effects, no science-y liquids or gases on me, just the magic put on Lizzie passed down onto me."

Gregory thought for a moment, tapping his finger on his chin, "Well, it wouldn't be like trying to figure out a way around this universe's biology... or having to find a counterspell to wish magic... I guess it would be easier..."

"Jessie, please," Micheal grabbed her shoulders, now sobbing, "You're the only person who's ever even given me the time of day-"

"I guess the Goddesses wouldn't notice if I impersonated the Chosen One. I mean, you have her DNA inside you now, so it won't be hard to fake it," he grinned, bending down to get eye-level with her, "Then it's settled: you'll be the Chosen One."