[Your character experiences mind control.]

When Cammie opened her eyes, the bright glare of the sun greeted her.

In a daze, she slowly glanced around. It was Ywenvill on it's usual day. She was standing in the centre of the town square, and all around her were its residence bustling about to get their chores and jobs done. The fountain rained over the Creator's intricate bronze statue, limpid water cascading from the sphere it balanced on its head down the ornate pillar it kneeled on, before pooling into its marble base.

Yes, it was just a wonted for the city, but something felt off, like she was in some sort of haze, and she was merely looking through from her pair of eyes, like her conscious wasn't in the same...dimension as her body was.

Cammie stared at the Creator's face. The polished features sent a jolt inside her, a feeling she couldn't quite put a finger on, but it wasn't anything of the revere all residences fostered towards their creator.

But why?

She vainly shook her head, trying to snap out of her dazed thoughts. Everything was perfectly fine as it should be. She took a deep breath and relaxed her posture (why was she so tensed?), closing her eyes and sinking into her thoughts.

Who am I? What am I doing here?

"You are Cammie Herrone, and you are a candidate for the city legislature, one of the most exemplary Ywenvillen of your generation."

The voice that whispered in her head wasn't hers, but at the irresistible suasive tone, she found her lips tugging up into a drowsy smile and her head bobbing into a nod.

That's right. She was on her way to achieve her greatest dream- to become the leader of Ywenvill's legislature.

Her body moved on its own; it turned and her feet began to guide her towards the looming skyscrapers, where the Cerebro stood taller and more grandiose amidst the rest.

Her heels (she hadn't even realised she was already donned an official uniform) clicked against the pavement as she passed by the milling throng of people. Many reached out with accolades trailing their zestful smiles, mostly giving her their vote of confidence and faith, yet, it all washed by in a blur, faces she knew all her life appearing so foreign and distant.

"This glory is yours."

She could only return smiles and slurs of speeches before entering the building that held the very roots of the city.

Her entrance was greeted by a lady cladded in the familiar blue and white suit of the Legislature. As she was guided into the building, many faceless silhouettes bustled about with their own business in mind- just as she dreamed herself to be a part of. Everything was too surreal.

"But it is here."

Even as she stepped into the elevator, her body still felt as if she were phasing through the air, if that was even possible. The numbness of her senses never left, and her head felt as if it had been dunked underwater, yet her mind was afloat, thoughts unable to form coherent sentences to tear free of the fog that webbed down her vigilance.

"You don't have to."

The next time they stepped out of the doors, she realised that it wasn't her who moved, but her body. The languidness in her limbs refused to yield to her sluggish demands to snap out of whatever reverie this was.

"She's...fighting.."

"The others... stop..."

Huh?

Before she could linger on it too long, the figures draped in long silver robes caught her attention. They simultaneously turned around, and flashed her warm smiles, opening their arms to welcome her on to their platform, where they ringed around a flat table, fluorescent blue light emanating from the surface. The Cerebro.

Her feet lifted to ascend the stairs.

"Go on. It's your victory."

Slowly, she mounted the steps.

"Wai... Cammie...!"

It was a different voice. It sounded like it came from someplace faraway, yet the urgency stirred something in her. Her vision caved down to the incandescent light, her mind suddenly fogging up all at once. A plethora of questions broke into her muddled thoughts.

Who was that?

"Don't hesitate. This is what you've been waiting for your whole life."

Is it?

Her voice rebuked. She suddenly froze mid-step, her body going rigid.

In the back of her mind, she could hear crashes and cacophonous of screams and thuds. Her features remained slacked and emotionless, but her eyes had broken out of their glossy sheen. She stared at the figures she had admired all her life, and suddenly nothing made sense.

What was she trying to do?

Why was she here?

Did she know the voices in her head?

Her arm twitched. She furrowed her eyebrows.

Think, think, think, think, think, think...

"Shit...!... losing her...!"

Inside her head, she felt herself slamming against the invisible barricades, clawing and thrashing to get ahold of her own body.

Move, move, move, move, move!

Her vision blurred. The screams and gunfire became clear now. She could hear someone yelling her name, and the voice that spoke was now merely a muddle. Chunks of memories came flooding back to her now.

Alisa, Tory, Rognan...

She gritted her teeth and with the all the strength she could summon, she yanked her heavy body into a sprint. The world around her spun and warped, and she threw herself against the Cerebro.

There was a loud slam, and the world she saw shattered into pieces.

♧[17/5/2020]♧

If you got confused, i don't blame you.

Basically this was meant to be a continuation of the previous story of "Cammie" where "Your character awakes with a strange hat". This kinda turned into one of the plots for the story i created during that prompt. The gist of it is that the "hat" is a mind controlling device that tricked everyone into thinking they were living in "Ywenvill" the peaceful story when actually they were just pawns in a greater scheme.

Yea don't ask me how it got that far lol.

Anyways, as always, feedback and criticisms are appreciated.

:)