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Rising from his couch, Travis rubbed the back of his neck and flicked the TV off. It was a re-run of Bones, which, while certainly qualifying as entertainment, was not how he had planned on spending his evening. There were more important acts to be done, and one of them was just itching at the back of his brain. It was like a buzzer, ringing in and out of his head that made his mind scream and shout that he needed to get up and move into the kitchen, connected conveniently to the living room.

The buzzing was a physical one: his dinner was ready and he was starving. Pressing the 'Open' button on the microwave, he pulled out the steamy microwavable meatloaf and let it cool as he opened the refrigerator. He had eggs, milk, a few sodas, and leftover Chinese food from God-knows-when. Bringing a can of Big Red soda from the back of the white wire shelves, he opened it and took a long sip before closing the door, not wanting to raise the utilities bill any higher than it was at the moment.

Walking back to the table, Travis placed the meatloaf on the table next to a fork as he sat at the dark wood table, courtesy of IKEA. He took a look around his bare-bones apartment, knowing it was as much a home as one could enjoy fresh out of college. There was the couch, his TV, a Playstation 3, a stack of games and movies, and a rectangular lamp to illuminate the area. The kitchen was the bare essentials, and his dining room was pretty much just a table with a candle in the center. Still, he lived alone, so it was all he needed.

Consuming the meatloaf quickly, Travis kept his eyes on the nearby clock. It was about 10 minutes to 9, and he wanted to be at his computer by then. He had some work to do. Not work as in a job, mind you, but a different kind of work. More like a hobby of his, one that he did in the bedroom in privacy, without telling others about it.

Travis had a fashion blog. He took pictures of people wearing assorted fashions or looked for what was trending on Tumblr and commented on it. He'd been doing it for a while now, and Travis had made a small following for himself, at least in the world of quirky fashion blogs. Finishing the loaf of meat and the soda, he passed the garbage into a bin before walking back to his bedroom, closing the door behind him. It was a habit from not wanting his parents in his room. They were over a hundred miles away, but old habits die hard.  

Sitting at the only non-bed furniture in his room (a desk, naturally), Travis opened his laptop and began to boot up the Internet, yawning as he waited for it to load. It only took a few more moments to have the site up, along with Pandora in the background. The sounds of Shiny Toy Guns filled the background as he checked the statistics for the day. Number of page views, number of followers, the like. As of today, he had 112 posts, about 200k page views and 237 people followed his site, notified of his every posting. Groovy

Opening the 'New Post' button, he searched his email inbox in another window. He had some correspondents who sent in pictures for him to talk about when nothing was particularly on his brain at time of writing, such as this evening. No new Lady Gaga outfits to talk about and no Red Carpet Events going on, so all that left was whatever people sent. He decided to choose three pictures for the evening: a formal gown worn to a party, a random person from Wal-Mart who appeared to be dressed as a clown, and something from the Punching Bag folder.

The Punching Bag folder was a little area where he kept his favorite fashions to rag on online. Leafing through them, he passed numerous pictures of lacy lolitas, dolled up goths, and more than a few colourful nightmares of decora fashion. He had nothing against these people, but the things some of them wore were absolutely atrocious or just unacceptable for modern day and time. A smirk rose to his face as he found a Lolita clad in a dress that could have been from the Victorian Era. That'd work.

Definitely.

Posting the three pictures up, he began to write a little ditty of an intro about how his day had gone. He'd had an issue with GameStop that day, and wanted to briefly touch on that. He'd preordered a game, got the phone call that said it was in, only to arrive and discover that he'd been bamboozled! The game was not only not out, but delayed, the phone call the cruel joke of an automated system. Giving a soft laugh, Travis relayed the story before settling down to work on the new post.

"Once again, I thank all of you who send me emails filled with pictures of the poorly dressed and the on the fence; those that you are curious about and would like me to pass judgment on. I am, as always, humbled by your help with sending me these glorious specimen, three of which I have presented for you tonight. Jason from New York City was kind enough to show me this wonderful lady, clad in her best. I think this one will deserve the most thorough looking over this evening. Cindy from Orlando took a little snap shot of some kind of Wal-Monster, which I am more than happy to look over for you. I hope you passed this one on to People of Wal-Mart as well, because it is a beauty. And of course, we finish off the evening with a blast from the past, thanks to all you wonderful Lolitas out there who plan on burning my house down"

What followed was about eleven-hundred words of Travis' evaluation, most of which was humorously sarcastic but still oddly sincere. He pointed out some of the things that only a person with a real, honest love for fashion would point out, but still tried to keep it fun. When he got to the Lolita, however, he started to tear into her a little more than the others

"Alright, where to begin on this little masterpiece? How about the style, in general? The high-rising collar that hides the neck went out of style before my great grandparents were born, so in today's world I'm sure it's the kind of thing that'd be reasonable to wear on a summer's day, obvious sarcasm. The billowing lace that extrudes itself from every angle of this outfit is completely superfluous, only there for whatever stupid statement this person wants to make. I'm sure she's not actually stupid, but I doubt anyone could make this work. At least, not anyone who wasn't around 125 years ago"

This carried on for a few more paragraphs, Travis giggling to himself with each burn he laid down. Publishing it was a snap, a simple button press as he let the notifications fly and waited for the inevitable rebuttal from the 'Lolita Squad'. There was out there, somewhere deep within the internet, a group of girls who seemed to love and stand for everything he hated. They sent him angry letters, warning him of messing with their styles. They always commented on his blog about how he just used them as a punching bag to let out his own frustrations and could never know the joy of wearing what they wore. Well, be that as it may, he respectfully declined to answer their emails, tossing it into the bin of folks who sent him angry letters, usually because they are written by fashion victims featured on his site.

And, like clockwork, their response was delivered within the first half-hour of the post going up. By then, Travis was entertaining himself with a photo gallery on the Chive. Turning his attention back to the blog, Travis decided to read aloud the stream of unhappiness sent to him. He was a little taken back by how well written it was, instead of the usual batch of dribble that was chucked at his opinions. This was someone different, but still the same name on the comment.

"Dear Mr. Sunderland; we have tried to be reasonable with you and your 'criticism' of our fashion. You continue to mock us mercilessly, for no better reason than catharsis. Well, we won't play your game anymore. And you shouldn't either, if you know what's good for your public image"

Travis hadn't been expecting that as he leaned back in his chair, looking it over again. This was different than the usual brand of 'eat shit and die, asshole' letters he got on an average day. He wondered if commenting on it was what they wanted, or if they were just dropping that off and being on their merry way. This wasn't his usual foe, so he had to choose carefully…

"Whatever. I'm going to do what my readers want, and that's that"
His hands typed it out quickly and sent it as he waited for others to post. Just the usual 'love the blog' kind of comments that he'd expected to follow. He didn't want to sound spoiled, but he liked the idea of them commenting on how much they liked reading his writing. It was the reason he did it, besides amusement.

A click caught his attention as the computer alerted that a thread he had commented on has a reply comment. It was the Lolita Squad again, catching his attention with another, simple message
"Be careful what you wish for"

Then they logged off. Travis didn't like the sound of that, deciding it was probably best to go to bed. He closed the laptop and stood, approaching his bathroom and turning on the light. It was a simple full bath with a tub and a nice shower head he'd bought for cheap from a local appliance store. It had a wide head, which made a shower feel like warm rain. Brushing his teeth, Travis looked over his black hair and noticed that he had a little bit of carpet fuzz up there. He laughed and picked it out, dropping it onto the floor as he approached his bed. He pulled of his square-rimmed glasses and laid against the bed, eyes drooping shut as he began to sleep.

A creek woke Travis in the middle of the night, followed by a soft footstep or two. He didn't get up, quietly listening in as a few hushed voices passed through his ears. Sounded like a few girls, though none he could recognize. Shit, were they robbers? He waited to see where they went, and it sounded like they were heading for his room! The door was shut, so he had the upper hand as he moved towards the closet, rummaging through the coats until he found a baseball bat his dad had given him as a child when he started playing Little League. Gripping it in his hands, he approached the door and awaited it to open
It didn't. He held the bat at the ready as the door creaked slightly, the handle jiggling very little. Travis was about to yell out to them to them that he'd already called 911 when the door burst open like it was attached to a canon. He was knocked off guard, falling on his butt as two figures rushed in, grabbing each arm as a third walked up to him. He could see her clearly now, and what he saw was a beauty of the night, with pale make-up and black hair in pigtails
"Nightie night, Travis"

She slipped something onto his face that resembled a gasmask, but it had a few… modifications. The first thing was that it was bright pink, and the two vents on the front were shaped like Hello Kitty's head. Secondly, once fastened, the stuff he began to breathe made him feel light-headed as he stared out the pink tinted lenses. Before long, he couldn't stand up straight, wobbling side to side as the girls let go before finally falling onto the bed, passing out with the mask attached. The girls gave a giggle before announcing it was time to go to work

The sound of 'Caramelldansen' woke Travis as he moaned and groaned in bed, head groggy. He had the weirdest nightmare about… wait, where the Hell was that song coming from. Opening his eyes, he leaned up and came face to face with colour so bright he thought he was getting a tan. Wiping his eyes, he looked before him as something horrible and nightmarish in his own mind presented itself to him, illuminated by two lamps on the ground.

Before him, taking up the entire wall of his room, was a collage of pictures, photographs, and clippings of decora fashion. There were pictures of Hello Kitty and Friends littered all over the wall, along with bags and outfits that the trained eye would call 'kawaii' in an insufferable tone. Standing up, Travis was able to catch the full scope of the new collage as he suddenly noticed that his wall treatments weren't the only things that had changed.

Turning to look around his room, he could see that the decorations had been changed endlessly, his room now filled with anime and Japanese memorabilia that border lined obsessive. Then it crossed that border with a merry whistle. His bed was now covered in a large Lucky Star spread, the main cast present as his pillows were now shaped like pink hearts, plushies lining the edges of the sheets. His desk seemed mostly unchanged, but his laptop was now in some kind of pink furry casing that covered the outside of it. Moving over to touch it, he saw that this new covering was glued on and wouldn't come off, and when he opened the screen he saw that his background had been changed to a big Hello Kitty emblem.

While leaned forward, Travis noticed something was odd. A silvery blonde strand of something was in his face when he leaned forward. Bringing up his hand, he touched it and gave a tug, feeling his entire head move forward. Eyes going wide, Travis bolted for his bathroom, pushing open the door to see that everything in this room was painted pink too. Turning towards the mirror on the wall, Travis did the only thing he could: scream.

What greeted him was a Technicolor nightmare. His usually brown, short hair had been replaced by a silver/blonde wig, physically glued to his head. The wig was pulled into two pony tails on the side of his head, held in with two light blue hairclips. His bangs parted at his forehead, a few on his left side and the rest held in by two pink hair clips. His face had been done with a layer of make-up, his lips pink and glossy and his eyes with huge fake lashes. He tried to yank them off, but it wasn't happening. He tried to wipe it off, but it wouldn't smear in the slightest. And then there was the outfit...

Whoever had knocked him out had worked hard to dress him as everything he hated. He was wearing a tight, light blue t-shirt with Nyan Cat on it, rainbow streaking around his chest as the poptart cat flew. Under the shirt he could see the outline of a bra, but no fills by the looks of it. A white belt with rainbow studs hung loosely on his waist, and a ruffled purple skirt was under that. The skirt actually had another skirt inside of it, making the ruffled mass almost bell out horizontally. He could make out a pair of sheer stockings under the skirt, but the stockings could hardly be seen. On his left leg, there was a pink and blue diagonally striped thigh high stocking, a Hello Kitty knee-high sock, and then a yellow sock that passed a little over his ankles. His other leg had a white thigh high stocking with red polka dots, a Rainbow knee high sock, and a purple ankle sock. His shoes were pink platform sandals with criss-crossing straps.

Looking back up in the mirror, Travis brought his arms in front of him to look at the jacket he was stuck in as well. It was a purple hoody with a faux fur lining on the cuffs and on rim of the hood. Pulling the hood over his head, he could see that there were cat ears sewn on. Closing his eyes in shame for a moment, Travis looked like he was about to cry before he let his anger get a hold of him. He was about to pull the hoody off his body when the door burst open a few girls joining him in the bathroom. They were clad in black lolita dresses, probably as close to subtle as they could dress. Dragging Travis kicking and screaming out of the room, they led him into his bedroom and then into the living room, throwing him into a chair as another girl held him down, handcuffing his hands to the chair with a pink furry set as he looked around, seeing how his living room had gotten a similar treatment.

His black, lounge style couch had been replaced with a pink, overstuffed replacement. His walls were covered with posters of anime and Visual Kai bands. His gaming console was long gone, and his DVD collection too. Atleast the TV seemed mostly untouched. There wasn't much they could do with the kitchen, but upon closer examination as one of the girls opened his refrigerator, also now covered in cute magnets and other crap. His normal batch of moderately healthy food had been replaced with ramen noodles, pocky, and Japanese soda. Oh, this was not good. They'd even messed with his food!

One of the lolitas approached him, sitting at a chair across from him. At close range, he could see her white foundation and black eyeliner as she motioned to another girl to come over to where she was sitting. The other girl handed her a pill bottle, placing it on the table next to her as she spoke up, her black curled pigtails bouncing as she chuckled

"We warned you, Travis. We really did. And you had to just crap all over that, didn't you? Well, things are changing, here and now"
The lolita took out a pill, the other girls forcing Travis' mouth open as she stuffed it in and made him swallow. It was a sickly sweet as he felt it land in his stomach. Moaning a little, Travis felt his head get a little light as the girl in front of him spoke up again, smiling darkly

"I hope you enjoyed your nap, Travis. Because now you're going to be doing some work for us. My name is Black Crow, and you are going to be my little bitch. What you swallowed, your little 'candy', is going to make you nice and docile, atleast for now. It makes you easy to mold to whatever we instruct. Watch, this is cool: Travis. What is the log in and passcode to your blog?"
"The Screenname is TravisToldYou, and the password is SaikyoRyu... wait.. stop..!" Travis struggled, but one of the lolitas had already left, heading for his laptop as Raven spoke up again, obviously the leader of the group.

"Unfortunately for you, your blog is about to get viciously vandalized. But don't worry; you'll have a new one soon. We figured that the only reason you felt so badly about lolita and decora fashion was that you never got to live that life. So, here's what we're going to do, Tutti Frutti, which is your name now on, and if you ever use your old name I will hit you..."

Raven drew out a laptop and revealed a new blog, on the verge of being created. It needed a first post, but that would only take a moment. Turning the screen so 'Tutti' could see better, she instructed him

"You are going to remain my little decora boi until your new blog as twice as many posts, views, and followers as your last one. This will take as long as it needs to. To ensure that you hold on to your end of the deal, I'll be moving in with you. Every day, I'll be there when you wake up to give you your candy until you do it on your own. And every day, you are going to post in your blog about all the 'kawaii' things you love or all the cute boys you see while walking around the mall. Oh, don't think I was going to make you stay in this room your entire time. You're going to hit the town, Tutti. Now then, I need to make sure you get in the role"

Crow drew out a hot pink iPod and a pair of stereo headphones, encasing Tutti's ears and hitting play. The captive's ears were suddenly blasted with high-intensity JPop music and subliminal messages, his mind easily malleable while the drug was still at its highest effect. Raven smirked and put a piece of duct tape over his mouth, leaving him to reprogram while she went to get something actually edible. Her pet would probably choose to eat nothing but that crap, but she wanted no part of it.

A few hours passed. Crow had lounged on the bed and decided it was time to check up on her little pet's progress. Arriving in the kitchen, she saw to her amazement that Travis was still holding out, mentally. He looked like he had just run a marathon as he looked to her with eyes of hatred. The goth took a step back, amazed that anyone could fight off a dose of the drug she'd given him. He must have had some serious mental training… or he was surprisingly good at facing off against brainwashing. Must not have been American born.

"I am impressed you lasted this long, Travis. I guess I can either give up or…" She slunk off into the other room, coming back with her captive's re-designed laptop, placing it on the table in front of him. Typing a few quick keys, she brought up his blog, or at least what was left of it. The design template had been changed from its usual dark blue and earthy colours to a pink sparkly background with a big message across the top of the screen

"We have hacked this meanie head's account to teach him a lesson! Don't mess with us!" The message was signed the Lolita Squad, and it was written in massive white girlie handwriting. Travis flinched angrily as he fought the binds, watching as Crow laughed maniacally

"Not a bad job, eh? Well, we didn't really hack your account; we used the passwords you ever so kindly provided us. We've also changed the user name and password, so don't worry about trying to log on and make amends. I assure you, no one will ever know the truth behind your Internet disappearance"

She watched his reaction, still trying to gauge where he was in relationship to his breaking point. He looked like he still had some fight in him, which upset her. She wanted him to give in to the drugs and the brainwashing. OK, well, if he wasn't going to go easily, she'd play some hardball

"You know, I could just as easily do this to your FaceBook page. I mean, your blog readers may not know who you are in real life, but I'm sure your actual friends would love to hear about your newfound life style. You know, maybe I'll do that. Tell me, Travis, what's your password for FaceBook? Is it the same one?"

Travis gave a painful nod, but now he was starting to cry. It looked like it physically pained him to tell her, probably with good reason as she logged into his page, going to work on his basic information. He pleaded for her to stop, but she just laughed and told him that's what he got for resisting. Falling silent, Travis looked at the floor and gave up hope, losing out to the drugs.


'Hey guys~<3! Tutti here, just letting you guys know how my day's been. I went to the mall with Crow today, and we saw some super kawaii usagi (that's rabbit, so you know: P) at the pet store. It was so cute and white, but Crow had to be a meanie head and wouldn't let me buy it. Oh well, she knows best ^_^. Except for when it comes to looking cute, which she totally fails at. Unlike me! Here's a picture of me standing in front of my mirror!'

"See! I'm super Decora today, and I love it! OMG I saw this totally hot guy at the mall and he LOOKED AT ME! Oh, he was so cute! He had brown hair and he was super skinny looking like an anime character~! And his big, green eyes... oooh! I just squealed there in the mall and Crow had to hold me back because I was about to run over and GLOMP him!"

Crow approached Tutti from behind, looking at 'her' work and checking the blog's progress. It had been two full weeks, and Tutti now had 13 posts, 2k page views and 11 followers. Looks like 'she' was going to be here for a while, but the thought filled her with glee. The once frustrating enemy of her's was now delegated to stupid little ditz. Heck, maybe she wouldn't change her back! Rubbing a hand behind Tutti's ear, Crow let her get back to work. She still had plenty of ground to make up
Another story, this one the first of two story commissions to *leila-stoat
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to think of it, this read is older than the PS4, Xbox One, GTA V, and COD: BO2