Mind Control University: Class 762
Prologue: The Letter Bringeth The Lady's Luck
by sleeperhit
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"Nico's Log, Code Oh-Four-One-Six-One-Nine. Today's report: the happenings of... today.
"It's been... a day. A boring day. Mostly just surrounded by teachers starting to wind down in the year a bit, people starting to think about their futures, and whatever. It was weird though, a lot of people seemed to have been approaching me about stuff concerning potential of different kinds. Like, Peter had this weird idea about psychic potential this morning. Love him as I've always loved him, he's the best little brother, but he goes crazy with certain ideas whenever they get into his head. I mean, he is coming into high school now, and I GUESS I did kinda half-raise him in that way only a big sister can... ugh, his discovery of hentai was not a pleasant one for me to explain... wait, wait, sorry, so he, uh, he approached me this morning and tried to have me guess what cards he was holding. He did claim that he wasn't going to spill how many I got right, buuuuuut... it's Peter. I know from his face I got them all right. Then at school, I got forced by Jessica to show off some tech shit I've done. I mean, what? True, there's some basis for that in auto-tech, and I'm okay in that class, but I mostly just picked it to chill, as I think I've said in a previous log. I said I didn't have anything to show, and it kinda dropped right there. Science class, I just didn't get it today, everything's just been kinda... crashing. Maybe it's senioritis. Maybe it's because only my safety colleges have said yes to me so far. Maybe it's because none of my friendships can go any further than a fizzling little 'Oh hey, how you doing?' and that even Sarah doesn't go that far beyond that. Maybe it's... the fact that I just... don't... have anything EXCITING going on. The spice in my life. There's... just... nothing. This is probably in a previous log somewhere, but I'm not about to, like, look through them right now just to get to it and see that I said it at one point, so it's going here, anyway after a certain point in freshman year, I made a fucking vow to myself that I would retain a sense of ambition no matter what, and grab whatever opportunities life gave me by the balls until they squeaked for mercy and let me walk along the red carpet. And since then, granted, I've discovered myself FAR too nice to really do it like that... but yeah. Take the opportunities life gives me, and try to make some for myself. But... there's nothing. Maybe all the talk of potential and shit at school was a sign. Maybe no opportunity's going to come. Oh well, I guess. Still gonna dream big for the rest of my days. With that, Nico's Log, Code... Oh-Four-One-Six-One-Nine, has been lo-"
A flash of light erupts on my desk. A flash of light that, if I'm not being too presumptive... is probably going to change the course of my life, isn't it? It just has that vibe. Gingerly, I reach out to touch the pamphlet. Shit, this is scary. Is it hot? Does... magic teleportation...? make things hot to the touch? God, am I entertaining the possibility of magic teleportation? Hell, is it even magic? What... is...
Uh...
...no. This is a prank.
"This is not a prank."
WHAT THE FUCK. THIS IS PAPER. PAPER DOESN'T CHANGE MAGICALLY CHANGE. IT KNOWS WHAT I'M SAYING.
O-kay... roll with it? Maybe, by some miracle, it's neither my eyes nor my browser-history-discovering brother playing tricks on me.
*one pamphlet reading later*
Welp. It's real.
So what have I learned today?
I have learned that the multiverse is not only real, but that there is a school which gathers the best and brightest mind-controllers from across it to learn in the most luxurious environment.
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When I come to after that shock, my brother Peter's standing over me with an empty glass. On an unrelated note, I'm now soaking wet.
Probably not unrelated, that son of a bitch.
"Jesus, you've never nutted so hard that you pass out before. Hypno harem dancer fic, by any chance?" he cracks.
"Eat your own dick, bro."
He giggles. "Hehe, yeah. I'll let you know when I turn into Reed Richards. Seriously though, what WAS that all about?"
"You need a-" Wait a minute. He came in here. Nosy kid would've seen it. It's already obviously magical, so maybe only I can see it. And that would mean that I wasn't just given an ad, I was given an invitation. Am I... really that special...? Could my life... have been building towards something all this time? "Can we just leave it at the harem dancer explanation? Is that okay?" Better not upset the multiversal balance, or whatever.
"...Okay. We'll leave it there. Look, if it is something, can you at least admit that it's something you don't want to talk about?"
"Didn't I already do that?"
He smiles. "...yeah. Yeah, you did. Touche." And with that, he's gone.
...O-kay, back to the pamphlet. See if I can straighten this shit out.
Reading this pamphlet, it strikes me as kind of odd how easily I can process all of this. How easily I'm able to believe this stuff. I mean, it's all BULLSHIT. But... not bullshit. Weird. I mean, it's not really getting through my head right now, but whatever. Wait, what does that say? "Following the reading of this pamphlet, the existence of magic and the supernatural will be proven to the reader's content."
O-KAY, STOP READING. I have a little bit more to read, so I am NOT going to finish it so the spell won't take hold, or whatever. Let's think...
I can use this.
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Uh... the last paragraph is done, and I have a good idea of "to the reader's content." So-
FWOOOOOOOSH!
I'm sitting across from me. It... is... me. Another me. Sitting right in front of me. The girl's got my big blue eyes, my wavy platinum-blonde hair, my favorite light-blue jeans jacket, she's another me. A me that, if it all worked, can answer any questions I might have about this place.
"I'm ready for your questions, Mistress."
...well. A girl's got her needs. Though, wait, I didn't think this through. I'm not a selfcest person at all. Why did I do that? Just to trip on power? Why did I do that? Eh, questions for later. The questions for now are going to be answered by... me. Well, THAT'S not going to get immediately confusing!
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I sat. And I thought. And I sat and I thought and I sat and I thought. For what felt like... five months.
Now, time for the questio-OHHHHH, who was I kidding? I could NEVER pull myself together to ask questions, this was INSANITY! Ohhhhhhh, it was fun to think about, but it was a different kind of hilarious to pretend. “Thanks, uh… Body Double- yeah, that’s your name now- but, MAN, I can’t think of anything. I mean, I wonder how they’d cover up me dying in another dimension? But that’s it,” I said.
“Oh, you won’t die, Mistress. You can’t.”
“Well, thank you, I-” Did… did BD just say… “Did you say… can’t die?”
“I did, Mistress. Mind Control University is blessed with a healing field to regenerate its students from less-than-fatal injuries, and with the means to immediately capture a soul after a fatal injury and automatically grow them a replacement body to house them. Death cannot occur.”
“I… WHAT?!” is all I could respond with. That… shook me to my core, made me realize just what kind of level I was dealing with here. Death… had no consequence? That changed everything! And the fact that I was once again registering that there was an everything to have changed was definitely a good sign! “Okay, next question, uh… BD, it said in that pamphlet that there were six key areas of study. I assume that I have an aptitude in one of them. Which is it?”
BD quickly responded, “Well, Mistress, from the information I have access to based on your wish, you have an aptitude in psi-”
BD was quickly silenced, as its eyes began to glow. Wait, why were its eyes glowing? Did I… make a fatal error this fast? New record, I guess… but at least I had part of BD’s answer- “sigh” something. Either science or psionics, most likely. And since science wasn’t the explicit name of any of them (plus there was a Technology AND Chemistry, there couldn't be a generic "science" with that in mind), I could reasonably assume…
No...
I WAS A FUCKING TELEPATH!
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BABY!
Oh, that was so cool! Could I throw things with my mind? Completely restructure the personalities of others? Ooh, projecting inside others’ minds to mess shit up from the inside out sounded so cool! I always wondered what that inside would manifest as; would it change from person to person? Would that depend on me or them, or wha-
Oh, right. BD was still possessed. I might’ve needed to take care of that.
“You’re clever, Miss Doulis. It’s not every student who can keep their head straight enough to manipulate that magic proof, especially not when so many come from worlds of magic already,” said the voice. Yeah, BD was clearly completely being overtaken by something else by this point. It was almost a compliment, being shut down so fast after I started digging.
“Well, to you who have overtaken my Body Double, I’ll have you know I took all of twenty seconds to wish for it, so I’m a touch upset that you’ve suddenly taken it over. However, I assume that you are a critical figure at this Mind Control University, so I understand this is an attempt to speak to me,” I said. Buttering people up, I believed, was a quick way to good favor. Scumminess was irrelevant. “May I have the pleasure of your introduction?”
“Ah, of course. For now, you may know me as The Dean. As such suggests, I am the dean of Mind Control University. And now that I’ve caught wind of your little plan-which I must once again commend- I’ll be monitoring the answers that this ‘body double’ of yours gives to you. I can’t be having you with such an extreme advantage so early on, I hope you understand,” said the voice- er, The Dean.
“Well, I thank you kindly either way, Dean. I look forward to the day I will truly meet you.” Yeah, I had decided to go by this point, no point belaboring the point. I was going to be a student of Mind Control University. But with that, the glow faded from Body Double’s eyes, which slowly faded back to the eyes that many a mirror had shown me over the years. “Body Double? You okay?”
“...yes, Nicoletta. I’m ready to answer more of your questions, under the direction and supervision of my glorious Mistress,” BD explained, her expression morphing into one of pure adoration and submission. It was… honestly unbelievable. This is what the Dean did to her? This fast? In a school of mind control, at a junction point in the multiverse, where they have access to other universes, likely some which are high-tech and post-scarcity?
...well, it made sense, but it made me feel a touch out of my depth.
“Alright, Double, it’s really question time now. So what exactly… happens at Mind Control University?”
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