16types Adventures: The Crown of Gaslighting
Story idea inspired by: @Ath
Chapter 1: Anything For Power
Oprah climbed the beautiful terrain of the Santa Monica Mountains in California. With her was all American blonde soccer mom Debra Voight and legendary news anchorman, Anderson Cooper. Anderson was remaining mostly quiet, filming the women whenever they had something interesting or thought-provoking to say.
Oprah smiled into the camera. “We are here today in the faaaaabulous Santa Monica Mountains, hiking a mountain with my good friend and fan for years, Debra Voight. Debra, tell the audience why we are here today.” She said the last syllable of ‘ay’ all super masculine.
“Well Oprah, this is the place…” she choked up. “This is the exact spot my 16-year-old son Jeremy committed suicide four years ago” Debra said, pointing to the spot he jumped off to his death from. Anderson Cooper pressed a button on his expensive camcorder to immediately play heartwarming music as soon as Debra announced that. “He’d be 20 this August.”
Oprah put her arm around Debra’s shoulder, feigning compassion. “And why do you think he took his own life?”
“I don’t know. He was very insecure in high school, and bullied by more popular people. Your treatment therapy team suggested he climb mountains to build his self-confidence. I g-guess he just couldn’t make it.”
Oprah nodded. “We see Jeremy teaching the world the lesson on how powerful self-confidence can be” Oprah said. “His death will not be for naught, and may his cowardly weakness inspire others.”
Debra shook her head. Okay this was… silly. This was her dead son she was talking about. “Cowardly weakness? Oprah – I don’t think that’s very fair.”
Oprah held up her right hand and gave a weird gesture to Anderson, telling him to cut off the video for this part.
Oprah looked at the woman straight in her eyes. “Debra? Your son was a weak loser who couldn’t even climb a mountain. We gave him a test and he failed. He was a pussy. I’m doing this to make the real world look like I actually give a shit about people that make way less money than me, but we all know it’s bogus right?”
Debra started crying. “Oprah… I believed in you. You were my Hoperah. I had no idea you were so cruel.”
Oprah raised a brow. “Ni polr will do that to you” she quipped.
“Ni-wha?” Debra looked confused. How naïve this girl was. Oprah licked her lips. She was ripe for the picking.
“There’s something else you should know about your son, Debra. Jeremy didn’t kill himself. I just made it look that way to the outside world. *I* was the one who killed him.”
Debra’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. In a rage, Debra tried to punch Oprah but she easily dodged it with her Illuminati powers.
“Now don’t be stupid. You know you can’t take me. Now where was I - yes I killed your pimply little waste of a son. And you know why? Because he was after a treasure, a very important treasure that I keep hidden in a cave atop this mountain range.”
Debra shook her head. “Oprah please.. What more could you want. You already have so many mansions, so many billions of dollars, so many fans that you gaslight and manipulate to adore you.. like you did to me my entire life up until now! What more do you want.”
“Everything” Oprah deadpanned. “I want what every woman wants, I want the power of it all.”
Tears rolled down Debra’s face. She couldn’t believe she was face to face with the murderer of her own son. “Well maybe you can’t have it all, did you ever think of that. Why was Jeremy a threat to you anyway?”
“Because he knew what your stupid cracker ass didn’t. Magic is real.”
“M-m-magic?” Debra asked.
Oprah waved her hand in the air, telekinetically sending Debra down back on her ass. Gentle enough to not bruise her, hard enough to make a point. Debra stared in disbelief, shocked at the irrationality of it all. She stood up and looked down at her carnation pink pants. Damnit. Grass stains on her new clothes she bought at Macy’s. “How did you do that?” Debra asked.
“Magic” Oprah said. “But see, even magic has its limits. Magic isn’t enough… I need more. I need… everything.” She motioned Anderson Cooper to follow her higher up the mountain.
Debra shook her head while following close behind the other two. “Maybe you’re just gonna have to suck it up and realize that nobody gets it all, not even you Oprah Winfrey!”
Oprah laughed. “You stupid bitch. You should have listened to your son all those years he was trying to enlighten you, but no. You sent him to bad social workers and psychologists and yuppie professionals who just wanted to feed off his goodness. Jeremy was right about the true nature of this world, and you were too arrogant to see that.”
Debra cried. “Don’t you dare… I may not have been the perfect mother, but I wasn’t the one who killed my son. You were.”
“Ah but you were the one who threw him to the wolves, not being truly smart nor heartfelt enough to discover what he was getting into. You see, I never asked him to climb *this* particular mountain range to get over his social anxiety, though I planned on killing him either way. Boy got smarter, tougher- and discovered where my power truly lies.” Oprah pointed further in the direction they were walking.
“He came to steal your evil power away from you, to save the world!” Debra said optimistically.
Oprah shook her head. “Oh you’re so naïve it hurts. Even I don’t know the deepest parts of Jeremy’s mind, so it’s no telling the reason why he wanted my power” Oprah said. “For all we know he wanted to steal my abilities to get back at the one person who was supposed to protect him and believe in him.”
A little more walking, and they were finally here. Twenty yards away from them, Debra noticed ancient jade green glyphs painted on many small rocks that were blocking entrance to a cave.
Oprah held out her right hand and dark purple engravings transferred out of her palm into the rocks. “Power aller für die Leistung ein, töten doth Raben für die brennende Sonne!” she said.
The rocks exploded and disappeared.
Now was Debra’s chance, she thought. If she could just run in and snatch whatever was in that cave, maybe she could avenge her son’s death.
Debra charged forward as fast as her 44-year-old body would let her and ran toward the door. But Oprah noticed her, waved her hand, and sent Debra falling down the mountain. She fell down on a hard rock, snapping her neck. She died in the same exact way that her son died four years ago.
“Stupid woman. Didn’t even get to hear the whole epic story before it was finished” Oprah said. But she was going to do that sooner or later, because everybody in Jeremy’s bloodline was a threat to Oprah.
Oprah and Anderson walked deeper into the cave. Atop a pedestal was a bronze-yellow artifact that glowed and hummed with immense power. It was some sort of crown.
Oprah just looked down at the item with complete awe.