Chris was traveling to another set today, specifically Marvel’s The Defenders. The three male Defenders were shooting a cross-over today, sans Krysten as Jessica Jones. It was also a momentous occasion for another reason, as they got their first movie cross-over as well. Chris Pratt was set to appear as Star-Lord in the background of one of the scenes. It just so happened Dr. Chris needed Mr. Pratt to lock in the Celebworld script, so the timing was fantastic.
They did wait for Chris’ scene to be shot before surprising him in his trailer on set.
“Oh, Dr. Chris! I didn’t expect to see you here!”
“Oh, I was called in as a hypnotism specialist. I just wanted to check on you and see how you were doing.”
“Fucking great, doc! I feel so much better!” SNAP! Chris’ eyes suddenly were replaced with spirals, and Dr. Chris shut the trailer door behind him.
“Chris, you will no longer remember that you should not be in Celebworld. You will always think that is your home. While you are on the island, you are to remain nude, unless a guest wants you clothed. If a guest does not want you, you will remain in the celebrity village, and stay there until you are needed. If you leave, there will be dire consequences. You have the right to refuse extreme desires, such as death or self-mutilation. Anything else that would not cause serious or irreversible damage is fair game. Your new sexual identity is polysexual. You will not care who you have sex with. You will also consume pills with your breakfast daily. These pills will stop the spread of most diseases to you. I lock this in with the word, ‘Ttarp’. Wake up.”
Chris did so, feeling a bit woozy. Dr. Chris usually had their patients sitting down.
“Your car will be driving you to the airport to go to Celebworld now.”
“Yes, master,” responded Chris Pratt as he exited the trailer. Dr. Chris then exited and made their way to the conference room where they were to meet with the cast. They explained to them how their hypnosis techniques worked, and which clichés to avoid. They were then left with Charlie, Mike, and Finn, as the heads of Marvel wanted authentic reactions from their leading men.
“Okay, I need you three to get comfortable. I would recommend just making yourself more comfortable in your chair.” Once they all were, Chris started.
“I want you to lie down and relax. Close your eyes, and listen to my voice. You are getting sleepy. You enjoy the sound of my voice. You want to listen to my voice. You want to obey my voice. Charlie, Mike, and Finn, I will now count backwards from 5. When I reach 1, you will be completely under my control, and open your eyes.
“5, you are starting to go under.
“4, you’re getting deeper.
“3, I control you now.
“2, no one else matters but me.
“1, I am your master.”
The three Defenders’ eyes opened to reveal an orange hypno spiral. For the first time, Chris let someone else see them, just to give them the okay to continue on with practice. They were also in a bit of a pickle, as they couldn’t make them do anything sexually explicit, as visual was being recorded. So, they decided to make it into an actual therapy session to pass the time. They had to put their degree to use somehow!
Charlie’s mini-session consisted of how acting with a disability made him more in tune with the issues these people faced. However, the line between reality and fiction was being blurred, but Chris put a stop to that easily. Mike’s session consisted of the public’s view of him as a macho tough guy, when he was actually the complete opposite. He enjoyed many feminine things, especially ballet. Chris made him feel more comfortable expressing that openly. Finn’s was the most intense. The backlash from being a white man in a role suited more for an Asian actor caused Finn lots of internal suffering. Chris made it all go away, as he wasn’t going to be acting for too much longer. They then did the ending script.
“When I say ‘wake up’, you will do so, and not have any conscious memory of this session. Your subconscious will remember everything. And you will be fine being nude around me, but only in my office. I lock this in with the phrase, ‘Burnt baby powder’. Wake up.”
The three rubbed their eyes, and they were their normal colors again.
“Did we just go under?” asked Charlie.
“You did. All three of you responded nicely to my hypnosis method. I will put the heads in contact with a fellow hypnotist with the same method as me, but cheaper.” With that, Chris left. They didn’t actually know of any other therapists like them, but they did have a large budget to spend on make-up and masks.