Final Destinations

"This was a good choice, Pet."

The words were like velvet coated iron in your mind. It had only been a couple hours since you stumbled upon the ancient stone Orb. There weren't any warnings or markings to indicate just what it would release upon your touch, but he had instantly dominated you and every mind for kilometers upon his release. 

"It is fun to see what your little species has made for me to pick and tear apart, piece by piece..." 

Bits of the airplane at his fingertips are delicately pried apart, revealing dozens if not hundreds of distant screams within. Mewtwo's eyes began to glow alongside a wicked grin, and the screams all swiftly fell silent. You could not tell if they were simply mindcrushed on the spot, or willed into silence to let the cruel titan finish gently crushing and crumpling the little trinket into a tiny ball, discarded and forgotten. The control tower and another airplane were then casually selected from the dwindling survivors to meet a similar fate shortly thereafter.

He had been picking and tearing at Paris for just over two hours now, that bright glow of happiness and wicked grin of destructive glee drowning your senses to the core. You knew and were forced to experience every single thought from the sheer power and scope of his psychic will, and it was immensely difficult to have any other thought but that wicked bliss. He knew and was keeping you "safe" though. Whether as a reward for freeing him or just to savor your soul after witnessing the utter destruction he was going to unleash upon the world. All you knew was that he intentionally left you a scrap of sanity to let you watch and revel alongside him with the sheer horror and bliss of each life he casually or brutally snuffed out, smeared underpaw without a second thought, crushed with a telekinetic or psionic blast, or swallowed whole and screaming.

You knew everything he was doing, and that after the three planes he just swallowed whole, there were absolutely no other living sentient beings for nearly fifty kilometers in any direction. 

"You know just where to find the best and most appetizing minds to refresh one's appetite. Worldly little thing. Now that I've sated one hunger, I suppose I shall have to find a similar worthy landscape for my... Other Needs..."

The reverence his words commanded was intoxicating. His sensual tail coiled smoothly around your entire being; mind, body, and soul locked and completely dominated just to the point of allowing you to keep whole and in control of your voice. Overwhelmed by the intense, blinding NEED that welled up within him, his soft, heavy grin split deep into your soul. You will doom tens of millions to a humiliating, desecrated death with your answer, but you are given only the faintest illusion of choice.

"Where shall we go next, Pet?"