Prompt: Poultryman

Grian tried to step backwards. His leg didn't comply. Had he just heard a voice in his head?

"Yes, now shut up"

Grian opened his mouth, well, tried to. His jaw loosened a bit, but no major movement. Whoever was in his head seemed to have control over his body.

"Who are you?" he asked the voice.

"None of your business. All you need to know is I am a superior being, resistance is futile"

"Well, do you have a name?"

"Our species does not have such trivialities such as 'names'"

"Oh"

Grian managed to swivel his eyes to see the other hippies. He assumed the same thing happened to them, as they were standing still, staring into space. Then he started moving.

It was weird to move without moving. He could feel and sense everything, but couldn't control his movements. The other voice was quiet. He supposed he should give the voice a name. Calling it 'the voice' was weird. Then inspiration hit.

"Poultryman"

"What?"

"Your name is now Poultryman"

"I'll let you have your little name, your not going to be alive much longer anyway"

Poultryman and his friends opened the door easily, pressing a hidden symbol on the wall. They continued upwards, each step unexpected and jolting to his passenger. It was much like being in a locked car, no escape, no control. Going somewhere, to do something, but no idea what. Watching as the door came closer. Was Poultryman going to make him kill his friends or worse? Suddenly the novel name felt less funny. Maybe he should give him a more serious name, but Grian was out of ideas. Poultryman it is for now.

Grian decided to spend his time trying to figure out their plan. The weird cells, the study, the room with buttons. Nothing made sense. He needed more information, but that was hard. Maybe he should just see were Poultryman took him. Not that he could do anything else. He stopped thinking, just watching Poultryman walk towards Tower Bay.