Wow, I'm actually gonna have to put a warning on this.

*Warning!!: There will be detailed descriptions of gore along with heavy mental angst. But it's not as bad as you think. Well, to me at least. But I thought I'd warn you at least.

POV: Hypno

      He didn't want to go to the meeting today. He didn't want to see the faces of his fellow hermits, in fear he may snap. After his talk with X his hands wouldn't stop shaking. The overwhelming urge to control, to order was practically painful. But he had too, otherwise suspicion may rise.
      Lazily, he dragged himself to the meeting room and plopped himself down. A few hermits were already there, talking about. He kept his head down, maybe if he didn't look at anyone he could get through this.
     "Hey dude, how's it going?" Jevin walked over smiling. Hypno lifted his head at the jellyfish, who's smile quickly dropped. "You okay? You look like shit." He waved him off, muttering how he was fine and just tired. That seemed to deter him away, not without a few worried glances. Hypno's hand twitch, what if he.... No, stop that, bad Hypno.
      The last to arrived was Zedaph, who popped in scaring Mumbo to death. He flinched slightly, feeling the sudden urge to break his neck. Gosh, did him using him power once make him this power hungry? Let alone blood thirsty? Lucky for Zed, he has some major self control.
      The meeting began, as he just blanked. Thoughts of using the hermits as puppets, making them kill each other ran though his head. He didn't hate them, but for some reason his instinct egged him on. Stupid power, stupid instincts. Why was he even like this? Why?
     "Hypno..." A faint call of his name was heard. His body was being shaken softly. Go away, leave him be. God, did he want to kill somebody. He wanted to take Zedaph and force him to fly himself into the sun. Make him kill someone as he watched, laughing. Was he always this twisted? Maybe it was the constant repression of his power, or the loss of control he had over himself. The satisfaction of controlling another when he couldn't do the same with himself. The shaking grew as his name coursed throughout his head.
     "Hypno!" Maybe he didn't have self control, because his hand lashed out striking the sheep's cheek. He towered over him, how dare he touch him. How dare he shake him. He can control himself, he doesn't fall asleep in the middle of a meeting. He HAS control, he'll SHOW him CONTROL. Hypno's eyes glowed a dangerous pink, oh, he'll show them.

POV: X

     He knew it, oh he knew it. X didn't want to say he didn't trust the hermits, but Hypno has always been a concerning one. The way his pink eyes calmly observed them as he smiled softly. As if he had no fear for them. X hadn't read the mind of Hypno, afraid of what he may find. But now, he had to.
     Hypno calm down, there is no need for violence. X transmitted, hoping he could get through to him. The hermits were staring at Hypno in shock, all of them ushering him to calm down. X looked to see Zed with now bright pink eyes.
     Hypno whipped his head to face him, a strangely sadistic grin across his face. It sent a shiver down his spine to see a nice, calm hermit become so.... so hostile. X felt his mind fuzz before he remembered, he can only control you if your guard is down. X focused pushing him out.
     "Hypno, calm down!" Jevin shouted before his eyes glazed over to pink.
     "Don't let your guard down! That's how he controls you!" X yelled. Though it was a bit late, as False, Grian and Etho were hypnotized. X had enough, he grabbed his sword and jumped at him.
     "Kill them." Suddenly Zed popped infront of him with a sword in hand. They clashed and landed on top the table.
     "Someone knock Hypno out-" X yelled before Zed clashed with him again. He had to get him off his back so he could reach Hypno. Zed disappeared and appeared behind him, a sharp pain slashing his back. X yelped in pain as he spun around knocking Zed with the back of his sword. He flew back hitting Tango square in the face. "Sorry" X yelled before frantically searching for Hypno. The blood trailed down his back as he winced at the sharp pain. He spotted Hypno, stood back watching, his pink eyes flickering back and forth. X turned to see an additional three hermits, Cleo, Scar and Iskall turn pink eyed. Some had died as Hypno just watched, grinning.

POV: Hypno

     It was truly a sight to behold. He watched as he controlled them, just one simple command and they instantly did it. Satisfaction filled him, finally, some control. A weight had been lifted as he felt as though he held the power over them. To release his power also felt nice, like chains has been broken off his wrist.
     He glanced over to see Joe, struggling against Cleo. He froze as she brought a finishing blow to his neck. His head flung off as it spalt onto the ground. A look of pure anguish before Joe poofed into thin air, his items clattering to the floor. A small tick of pain hit Hypnos chest, but he quickly pushed it aside. He wanted this, right? To release his power and finally have control over something.... yet, this didn't feel right.
     Suddenly he was flown back as his back hit the wall. He shook himself and pulled out his sword, ready to face his attacker. It was Bdubs and Doc, steam rushing from Docs claws as both their eyes glowed dangerously.
     "What the fuck dude!" Doc hissed, "first you control me now you hypnotize a bunch of us, for what!? Mayhem!?" Hypno flinched at the harshness of his words. He took a stance, hypnotizing then wouldn't work, their guard was up.
     "I'm tired of it Doc, I'm tired of fearing myself." He yelled tears welling up. "It's painful can't you see? I just want to have some goddamn control over something since I clearly can't do that for myself!" He lunged at him, but he couldn't even touch him as Bdubs yelped pushing him back. Doc jumped forwards claws out but quickly blocked by his sword.
     "Is hurting your friends fun? Is controlling them a way to release your pain, to put it on them?!" Doc screamed as he pushed harder. Bdubs flung him back his back once again slamming against the wall.
     "Someone help-" Docs foot pressed against his chest cutting off his cries of help. He raised his claw,
     "I thought we we're friends." Pain flared in his neck as he slashed it. The skin burned and the blood boiled permeating his nostrils. His mouth filled with blood, chocking in an attempt to form words. The blood pooled around him the pain intense. Coughs wracked his body more blood splattering on his shirt. His head became fuzzy as the pain started to dull, eyes became heavy as he blacked out.

     Wow, ummmmm. Damn. So, how's it going? You-you feeling okay? Listen, I know I just tortured a few hermits and I maybe went a bit too detailed in the gore, but it was good right? Pretty, angsty story.  Anyways, I'm out, I said I'd go to bed, but I didn't. But now I will. I promise. See ya in a bit, bye!