You look in and see Skylar’s family, unconscious.
You already know that Skylar has a plan, so you decide to just let her do her do it on her own. You stand a little further back and just watch.
“Okay, first things first,” she says, “I wish they are all conscious,” she smirks at herself. Turning to you, she says, “you’re clearly having an affect, I never would have said ‘conscious’ before,”
She turns back to her family. They look dazed and confused, her father has his hand on his head as he lifts himself up.
“I wish that whatever I say, your bodies must follow,” she wishes. This is where the fun begins.
“S-Skylar...” her mother groans, “what... what’s going on!” She suddenly yells,
Ignoring her, Skylar says, “okay, all of you stand upright and face me,” she demands. Testing how exactly the wish works. Her family, like being pulled by strings, stands upright and stiff. “Perfect!” She says with glee, “so to start with. This is my boyfriend, you’ve seen him, here he is.” She introduces you. You awkwardly stand more upright and walk to Skylar’s side. You lift your hand a little as a small greeting.
“Hi,” you say. You didn’t know exactly what to do,
“It’s fine,” she says to you, “now that I’ve introduced him to you, I can tell you what my plan is,”
“Skylar! What the hell is with all of this, and how is it possible!?” Her mother yells,
“Sweetie, let’s all calm down,” her father says, directing his response to Skylar’s mother, although not able to actually face her,
“I will not calm down!” Her mother continues, “I want to know what kind of occult witchcraft sh- stuff! You did to give you these fantastical powers,”
“Well actually,” you chime in, “I got the powers by helping return an old lady’s purse,”
Skylar snickers at your remark, “I didn’t even know that,” she says quietly to you, “but that’s just it! He’s a good guy, and he should be the last of your problems,”
“You wouldn’t do anything to your mother or father, would you?” Her mother says in a stern tone, but there is a hint of fear in her voice,
“Oh, I have so many ideas to try on you. But I’ll save the most until last, that being you, mom.”
Her mother’s eyes are filled with fear.
“So... where should I start?”