Atlee's taking someone to a private location, really should see if that breaks bad.

It’s surprising that Atlee’s face doesn’t split open and reveal a yawning maw to consume her fellow sorority sister. In a way, you’d be more comforted if it had. Instead, it just looks like they’re talking. Whatever Atlee’s saying, it seems … pleasant. The other girl (Elle? you’re going to say Elle) seems not just receptive, but excited. Could she be doing something to her mind? It’s possible, but as minutes drag on, it really seems like if she were whammying Elle that it’d be over by now.

No, they’re … debating something. Atlee’s trying to convince her of something’s merit. You can’t be sure, but the body language, the affirmations and slim denials, it looks like she’s being won over to some proposition. Oh, God, are you just about to watch Atlee have sex? That’d be awkward. Especially because you sort of feel like you’d have to for recon purposes. That certainly looks to be where it’s going when, about fifteen minutes in, Atlee rests a hand on Elle’s face, then leans in to kiss her.

Again, you expect something sinister to be readily apparent, but the two girls seem to just be locking lips instead. They escalate quickly to making out, Atlee lifting her up on to the vanity in her room and pinning her back against the wall. If it wasn’t such a psychopath doing it, you’d find it pretty hot. As it is … okay, it’s still a little hot, but the embers of your hatred for Atlee flare up enough to keep it from being spank bank material. The girl makes a groan that you can hear all the way out here, and you suddenly feel very embarrassed to be here watching them.

Until you see it.

When Atlee and Elle’s lips part just a little, you can spot something between their mouths. Something green, flexible, flexible enough that it doesn’t seem to impede them as Elle grabs Atlee’s ass and pulls her in closer. You pull out your phone and zoom in, hoping to get more detail. Hitting record, the green things makes itself visible every few seconds now as they get sloppier. Hornier, if you’re reading it right. Whatever it is, Elle knows it’s there, and she’s not backing off. When their lips part, you take special care to steady your hand, but it doesn’t matter. It’s gone.

You sink down a little bit, disappointed to not get more detail. Maybe that’s enough? It’s possible that if you show Andy this, she’ll just have it click what Atlee is, and you’ll know what to do. It doesn’t sound likely, though. Instead, it just looks like a good, old-fashioned, lesbian sorority hook-up as Atlee guides Elle’s hands up and takes off the cute, pink top she was wearing before picking her up and taking her to the ground, out of your field of vision.

Just when you get ready to turn off your camera, thick, green tendrils spring into view from the floor. Your eyes widen as they dive down, arcs of them still visible from where you are, but not what they’re doing. That said, from the way it looks like they’re pumping and clenching … you have a guess. ‘And Andy thinks I have hentai powers,’ you muse as you watch what is presumably Atlee working this girl all sorts of nasty on the floor.

Whatever it is they’re doing, by the time they finish, the tentacles have disappeared again. Once they do, Atlee stands, completely naked, and looking very satisfied. A rush of guilt hits you that you didn’t stop whatever it was, but the counterpoints quickly arise that you might be dead if you did and there’s no evidence anything actually nefarious is going on. Just gay tentacle sex. Nothing wrong with that. ‘Hey, I wonder if I can do that …’

Elle stands up as well, back into view. It’s a little weird filming them naked … but the expression is stranger. It’s … identical. The look on Atlee and Elle’s faces aren’t just similar, every curve, every pleased, lightly-smiling facet, even the twinkle of her eye (hey, they didn’t use to do that …), they’re precisely the same. You shiver as you watch Elle get dressed and leave her president alone, joining another girl at the stairwell and pairing up. Trying to zoom, you accidentally flash the light on your phone for a second. You scramble to turn it off, but by the time you do, both girls are looking out the window. From the way they’re tracking things, it doesn’t look like they spotted you, just SOMETHING outside. That’s not what scares you.

Why you have to hold back from screaming is because of Atlee’s sudden appearance at her window. It’s not just how fast she moves. It’s the pace. Namely, the pace all three girls share, the exact same squinting to try to make out details, identical shrugs when they decide it’s nothing … and departure back to their business at the same time, the two you can see walking with their footfalls synced as they make their way to the common area and sit, only then picking something different to do.

You watch it again, making sure you aren’t imagining it, making something out of nothing. You hope, as you pull up the video to review, that you were wrong and it’s just paranoia. Instead, something inside you sinks, cold and hateful, into your stomach as you watch them again in perfect tandem, even in different rooms and out of sight from each other. Atlee … DID something to Elle. You don’t know what, but the sudden uniformity is harrowing. Then again, is it even wrong? It looked like Elle agreed to whatever Atlee did to her, enthusiastically even … but even this creepy stuff, that’s just the surface. So much more could be happening invisibly.

It’s impossible not to check over your shoulder every few paces, expecting to see people coming up on you with flawless precision every step on your way back to your hall. You even slam the door shut behind you, trying not to think of the same look on six eyes, all trying to find you in the dark.

“Gah!” you hear Eva yell inside, probably woken up by the door. “Jaq, is that you?”

“Yeah, I can get the light, hold on.” You squint a little at the sudden brightness, then step into your room and sit on your bed while Eva sits up in hers, still mostly under the covers.

“You okay? It’s only been an hour or two, I thought you’d be gone until morning.”

“Me, too, but things got … way too weird. And I think they almost saw me.” You shudder involuntarily again.

“They? Who’s with her?” Eva asks, scooting closer to you. You unlock your phone, rewind, then let her see. “… Jaq, why am I watching a sex ta-OH MY GOD!”

“Yeah, that’s not even the weird part,” you sigh.

“She’s tentacling her like a freight train, how is that not the weird part?!” she exclaims, not looking up for one second. “I mean … consenting adults and everything, and it’s not like I’ve NEVER thought about it, but … oh. Oh, no.”

“Still gets worse.”

“How in God’s name- FUCK!” she yells when all three girls fixate on the window, scanning the darkness. “Oh my God, they’re … they’re …”

“I have no idea, but it seems like-“

“They’re linked-up,” Eva not just finishes, but shortly expands. “I mean … Elle’s just normal before, then she’s in lock-step with Atlee and the other girl. It’s like they smashed their minds together. Atlee probably already got to the first girl, then Elle tonight. She’s … Jaq, I think she’s recruiting. Or expanding. Whichever fits.”

“Like, a hive-mind thing?” She nods, no doubt in her eyes as she hands you the phone back. “Oh, I hate that a lot.”

“Well, Atlee always wanted control …” she reasons. “It looks like she got it. But … I dunno’, it’s creepy, but is it even BAD? I mean, the Atlee I knew would have just taken Elle, not talked her into it. Maybe it’s mutual?”

“Maybe. I hope it’s just an alternate monster lifestyle. She even seems more human now, maybe it’s even a good thing?” Your voice carries some doubt … but not a lot of hope. “God, we need to figure this out. I have to fix this. If she’s hurting them, I did this.”

“WE can fix this,” Eva says, putting her hands on yours. You fight the urge to pull away, but you can’t help feeling the warmth of her skin and how good it is for her to be there with you. “If it’s something bad, we can make it right together. You’re never alone, sweetie. Please try to remember that?” You nod. The rest of the night doesn’t yield much in the way of results. Eva mostly sleeps, which is probably for the best, while you try to research “green tentacle hive mind sex monster,” on your own. Predictably, it’s pretty much porn all the way down. Defeated, you send Andy the video and a text explaining it as best you can before you go to sleep. Maybe she’ll know what to do.