Jester Lord skipped forward, catching the fallen teen hero as he collapsed from the clown's fumes.
His crooked pearly-whites glinted as his crescent grin grew wider. He watched as the slumbering hero's brilliant golden hair return to its normal blonde status, and then the muscles relax and reduce slightly. The gas had forced Forceman to return to his civilian identity albeit still in his spandex outfit.
The villain gave the boy's hair a brisk ruffle, and then pushed a syringe full of silvery syrup into the sleeping teen's neck.
Justin flinched a little when the needle went in and his eyelids screwed as if struggling to open as the plunger forced the metallic concoction into his body. Even in his sleep, Justin was fighting albeit in a subconscious way.
Jesterlord took hold of the left wrist. The pulse was strong but slower than normal.
Confident that the boy would not be getting up for a long while, he took a firm hold on the fabric at the waist and started to peel off the young hero's spandex.
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Justin groaned as some semblence of consciousness returned to him.
He was faintly aware that he was standing and what appeared to be mirrors passing in front of him.
Struggling with his grogginess, he remembered that he was against JesterLord and shook himself awake.
He tried to raise a hand to nurse his aching head but found, to his horror, his arms wouldn't respond. He looked down at his arms, thankful that his neck still worked, it was still there only he coldn't move it, looking down he realised that he was completely naked. He tried to move his legs and found the same unresponsiveness. It seemed everything below the neck was rigidly standing to attention and completely immobile.
Realising his predicament, he looked around to gain his bearings and hopefully find something that would help.
The mirrors he had seen passing in front of him were actually stationary and it was he that was slowly rotating on a platform under a dim spotlight.
He couldn't make out much else in the dimness behind or beyond the mirrors so he looked at each of the mirrors as they passed by his view. The mirrors looked like standard oblong slabs the size of a standard door, but as he looked at his reflection in each they were distorted much like they would be in a hall of mirrors.
It was obvious to Justin that he's been trapped in one of JesterLord's funhouse.
He counted six mirrors,
The first mirror made him look thin and lanky, his limbs seemed to be bending and undulating like snakes.
The second mirror made him look hugely muscley, far more than even his heroic muscle tone.
The third mirror made him look small, like a bewildered child of around twelve years old.
The fourth made his pecs and hips look wider and his waist super thin.
The fifth made his arms appear longer and his legs appear shorter.
The sixth looked like his normal reflection only with a slight sheen on his skin.
The room was suddenly filled with echoes of JesterLord's effeminate gigglings. Justin looked up out into the darkness, gritting his teeth. "Show yourself JesterLord! What have you done to me?"
JesterLord's voiced hummed around the darkness, "Awake at last! You were asleep longer than I expected! Well I've done to you what I've done to all the 'guests' of my circus! They have all entered one of my magical mirrors and...well...maybe you should find out for yourself! Time I picked a mirror for you to enter!"
His giggles faded and Justin suddenly felt himself lurch forward. Unable to stop his body from robotically walking towards...