Tales Of The Telekinetic

Filming: Horror Prompts- The Man, 21 [Doll/Mannequin]

It was finally a new year. 2021 had been living Hell for the Man, and he was ready to escape into another year. Unfortunately, his best friend Andrew was just leaving for his honeymoon and volunteered the Man to babysit his younger cousin Matt. The Man wasn't thrilled, but knew he would be fine taking care of the asshole that was Matthew Garretty. The Man spent his New Years Day morning making love with his husband, celebrating their first marriage anniversary. He fell asleep happy and peaceful, knowing that this was the perfect start to his new year.

He woke up bright and early at 7:30 in the A.M., kissing his sleeping husband on the cheek and putting on his mask before walking down the hall to wake up his children. At precisely 8 in the morning, he woke up Matt, threatening him with death if he didn't wake up. It wasn't an empty threat. He ate his breakfast quickly, only getting to talk with Harry for a moment, but promised he would come back later so they could be together. He gave Matt his chore of watering every single one of his cacti before leaving to find Harry again in the kitchen and take him back to their bedroom. At 9:50, the Man looked at his watch, untangling himself from his husband. He slipped on his outfit quickly before walking back to the cactus room and relieving Matt of his duties. He grabbed some apples crisps from the kitchen and went to the living room to watch She-Ra and text Andrew that he was missing his binging buddy. Matt questioned the Man about his apple crisps, the Man simply telling Matt the truth, that it wasn't brains or fingers, he was eating apples and nothing more. They were amazing and healthy, there was nothing to hate about them. He finished his snack before turning himself to face the TV which had a She-Ra episode playing. He took a picture with his magic watch, sending it to Andrew with the caption "Miss my favorite binging buddy! Hope Tibet is perfect, you deserve it!" The Man pressed send and layed back on the couch, thinking about what he could do to spice up his most likely excruciating week with Matt. He immediately came upon a perfectly perfect idea. He'd given Andrew a voodoo doll of Matt for Christmas, and Andrew had left it behind for reasons unknown. The Man summoned the voodoo doll into his hand, smiling with glee at the disgusting looking doll with Matt's actual hair on top of its head. He could really do some damage with this. He waited until later that night to actually do anything, wanting to have his fun when Matt wasn't awake. He grabbed one of his smaller knives before slipping under his bed covers with the doll. Harry lifted his head up quizzically, staring at his husband from the other side of the bed. 

"What the hell is that thing, and why do you have the knife you used to kill your bro- Ezra with?" 

"It's the voodoo doll I made Andrew, and this guy deserves that knife." 

"Ohhh. Alright. Have your fun, babe. Just make sure he can walk in the morning." 

"I will Har, I promise. This time." Harry smiled at his husband before laying his head back down and closing his eyes, putting in his earbuds to drown out the sounds of his husband's revenge schemes with Bastille and Childish Gambino. The Man got to work quickly, making little slashes along the doll's back with his knife, smiling as the fabric tore and little bits of stuffing popped out. He put the doll and the knife inside his nightstand where he knew his son would never find it, not wanting Normie to get a hold on a very special voodoo doll or his sacred knife. He turned off the lights and rolled over to face his sleeping husband, pulling the earbuds out of his ears slowly so he could rest quietly. He kissed Harry's forehead before snuggling up to his chest and falling asleep. 

The next morning, Matt Garretty woke up feeling like his back was on fire. He couldn't move out of bed, he felt paralyzed and broken. He layed there for a couple hours until the Man appeared at 8 A.M sharp yelling at him to wake up. He felt like something was now attached to his back since the first time he woke up at five in the morning. He tilted his head to see a small boy laying on top of him, head buried into his back. "Normie, get off of him, what are you doing?!?" The Man confirmed Matt's fears as he tried to remember if he'd washed the blood off his hand and arms from the following day. The wet saliva on his arms told him he clearly didn't, and now a vampire child had decided to make a home on his back. The Man calmly asked Normie to get off of Matt's back and he did so, looking up at the Man with his blood covered face, his mouth in a frown and his big blue eyes full of hurt. "Go get your breakfast before it gets eaten by someone else, Norm." The boy's eyes widened the moment his father said "breakfast" and he ran out of the room at breakneck speed. The Man winced as he heard the sound of two people falling over and cursing in Dark Language, but he quickly turned his attention back to Matt. His back was now completely bloody, but the slash marks were still the same size as before. Matt looked up at him in pain, gritting his teeth as he struggled to get up. "Stay down. Let your natural healing take care of this. You should be more careful the next time you have blood on your body. I wasn't lying when I said you could be Normie's next meal. And put a shirt on for fuck's sake!" The Man conjured up a black shirt for him to slip on that read "Disban The Seattle City Savers! Vote Steve Montgomery for President and Support The Apex Predators!" It was just more salt in Matt's already painful wound, as he despised what Andrew was doing in Seattle and supported the City Savers. He walked quickly out of the room and grabbed the voodoo doll from the drawer in his bedroom. He picked up the knife and added another small cut on the doll's back. He could hear screaming from Matt's room and closed the door to it with his powers, smirking at the agony he was causing. He walked down the stairs to find Normie and Harry glaring at each other, both of them looking disheveled and thoroughly pissed. He held up the small voodoo doll and smiled. 

"Anyone want a turn with this?" The two boys immediately looked at the Man, then at the doll in his hand. 

"I DO." They said simultaneously. The Man laughed, happy his two boys still loved each other enough to share the voodoo dool. 

"BE CAREFUL WITH IT, and for the love of Satan DON'T KILL HIM. Just severely injure him enough so I don't have to deal with him till tomorrow." The two boys nodded, sick smiles on their faces, Harry walking over seductively to pluck the voodoo doll out of his husband's hands and give him a kiss. 

"You're perfect, you know that, right?" 

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Just don't do too much damage, I'm begging you." 

"We won't, I promise. Just enough to make him suffer well." 

Over the course of the next week, Matt Garretty had two broken ribs, five migraines, three broken fingers on each hand, a broken leg, a broken ankle on the other leg, ten slash marks each on his arms, legs, back, and stomach, singed hair, and a broken arm, and those were just the major injuries. He was about ready to kill someone, but he was in no shape to even move an inch in his bed. On the last morning of his week through hell, he woke up feeling like a new man. No broken body parts, his hair looked normal, and the scratch marks were gone. He woke up to the Man yelling at him again, but this time, something was off. The Man giggled, his mask hiding a giant psychopathic grin on his face. He held up the doll and whispered "You want this?" It took Matt a minute to realize that what was in his hands was a voodoo doll. A voodoo doll of none other than himself,  Matt Garretty. Anger coursed through Matt's body and he tore out of bed, lunging for the voodoo doll. He never caught it. The Man teleported before Matt could even come near him. Matt ran out into the hall, only to see Andrew and Steve walking hand in hand, looking like they just came back from vacation. Both men looked at Matt with wary expressions. 

"Matt, cuz, why the hell is your hair on fire? And why are you wearing my shirt?" 

"Shit."