The Cabin

by Ron Jeremy Pony

Rating: mature
Tags: Sugarcoat, Gore, Violence, Sour Sweet, Human, Sunny Flare, Lemon Zest, Horror, Equestria Girls, Indigo Zap, Sex
Length: 8092

A fall break trip into the moutains sounds awesome, after all, nothing bad really happens in the mountains, right?

Indigo's aunt had just purchased a summer home in the Black Pony Mountain. As such she told her niece that she could invite a few friends, enjoy a few days at her summer home, and just relax. It sounded like the perfect idea. Unbeknown to them things weren't exactly how they seemed. Forces unknown to the girls had set things in motion to ensure that this trip would truly be one to die for.

Based on Nico Stone-Rupan's Sour Sweet Stories.

Published 2020-10-30 23:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-11-01 23:38:44 UTC

The only one

Author's Note

(AN: So, I had to write a halloween story, and I wanted to do something special. That said this is based on Nico Stone-Rupan's Sour Sweet Stories. I do suggest that you go and check them out. I also want to say that this is not canon to his stories, or to my sour Sweet Stories. This is a one off, alternate universe. Plain and simple. With that said, I hope that you enjoy!)

The only one

The Cabin

An Equestria Girl’s Halloween Story

The sound of a low hum filled the mostly white and cement gray hall. On the left hand side of the hall two individuals stood near a coffee vending machine in what appeared to be an employee break area.. The first one slipped in his change and waited for the cup to fall. The second held his cup of piping hot bliss as he leaned against the machine itself. His light blue complexion, and black hair seemed to be fairly commonplace among his peers, and the white button up shirt, black tie, and black slacks did nothing to differentiate him from any one else.

“I’m telling you man, it’s like she’s gone completely fucking insane,” he said, “Everything in the entire house has been babyproofed, and I mean everything. That’s including the cabinets.”

The second man watched as the coffee began to pour into his cup. He smiled, “Well, she’s just being protective,” he said, “Most likely she doesn’t want him to hurt himself when he gets older.”

The first man laughed, “Yeah, sure, except the kid is going to be a damned teenager before he can reach these cabinets. She’s done the ones up high. Which means they’re all done, and because they’re baby proofed they won’t just open.”

The second one looked at him, “So she ruined the cabinets?”

He shook his head and looked around, “Damn, looks like it’s time to get started. I guess rings on huh?”

The second nodded, and both of them took out a simple gold band. When they slipped it on they both became perfectly white, their hair turned yellow, and their eyes became blue. The two of them walked toward a golf cart.

“So, anyway you can open them, but you can only do it about a quarter of an inch before it latches, and then you’ve got to stick your finger in and dig for the latch. It’s a pain in the ass. I’m thinking about getting my power tools and liberating my top cabinets. Want to come over, help do it, and maybe catch some football?”

The second guy nodded, “Sounds good,” he said before they noticed a woman running toward them. They could see her colors changing into the white skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes before their eyes telling them that she had just remembered to ring up as well. She stopped short and breathed hard before looking at them.

“Shetland is out. We just got the word,” she said, “That leaves us and the Neighponeese.”

“That’s not anything new.”

She looked at them, “Damn it, why do we have to wear these stupid things?!” she complained, “I can’t tell who you are, other than the fact that you’re both our control room operatives.”

“On the clock we’re numbers. You know that fifteen,” he said, “I’m three, he’s two, and it’s not the first time that it’s happened. We’ve always managed before, and besides the Shetland scenario has always been flaky. There’s just too much left to chance on it. I mean this time it was an ancient lich that was stealing kids away, right?” he asked then he laughed, “All that really means is that two top performers are up to bat. The Neighponeese are number one. They’ve got a hundred percent clear rate, and we’re number two, so we try harder.”

“Yeah,” Number two said, “Besides, who’s fault was it when we had the massive cluster fuck of 1999? It was a simple scenario. Hive mind alien lifeform that attempts to overtake a small town school. A little over ambitious, I admit, but it would have been perfect, but as I recall there was a massive screw up with the coffee. I believe that fell under the chem’s department.”

She groaned, “I didn’t work here then,” she said, “And from what I understand the old head of the chemical department got put through the next simulation, so it all worked out.”

Number Three looked at her, “Sure it did,” he said, “As long as we all do our parts it should be a simple night.”

With that the golf cart began to move away, heading toward the control room. The hall itself was still nondescript. Anyone that walked into it for the first time would think that it belonged to any number of government agencies. It could have been a military base, part of NATO, but regardless the two on the golf cart joked, talked, and then pulled up to a parking and charging station that was before a single door that was different. The door itself was designed similar to that of a major vault door that would be found in the most secure of banks.

Both of them walked up to it, slipped off their rings for a moment, touched their hands to corresponding pressure pads on either side of the door, and after a moment it clicked for them and opened. Once again they placed their rings onto their fingers, stepped into the room, and there they saw another figure. He was slightly taller, like them his skin was perfectly white, his hair was a mixture of dark and light blues, and his blue eyes were a little darker than their own.

“Welcome aboard Armor,” Number Two said, “So, are you ready for what’s going to happen?”

He studied them, “I am sir, may I please see your identification?”

Both of them laughed, presented their badges indicating which numbers they were, and then he nodded before they walked toward the various terminals and monitors set up in the control room itself.

“None of that sir stuff though,’ Number Three said, “Although Number Two has been known to answer to ma’am.”

“Or Lamby-toes.”

“Or Lamby-toes,’ Number Two stated, “So again, are you ready?”

The man standing there nodded, “I’ve been prepped.”

Number Two looked at him, “Being prepped isn’t the same as being ready,” he said, “This isn’t a traffic stop, or bringing down a local crime syndicate. This doesn’t impact a small community, a state, or even a nation. This is for all the marbles, it is for every living, breathing, human being out there. If you can’t follow through then you need to say so now.”

He looked at him, “I will hold my post, and I will do all in my power to ensure that the integrity of our mission is held to its truest standards.”

“Good man,” Number Three said, “Now, let’s check in with our contestants.”

Everton University - Co-ed Dorm

Sour Sweet stood in her most natural form. For the last twenty minutes she had been debating on what she was going to take on this trip. A trip that she wasn’t sure that she really wanted to go on in the first place. There was something bugging her about it. Sure, fall break was here, and it would be great to get away from everything, to just go and have some fun, but at the same time she wasn’t so sure that she really wanted to go into the mountains.

In truth she would much rather just go out to Sunny Flare’s family retreat. It was a place she knew, there was lots of room to camp, and it would be just as nice. Instead Indigo Zapp had explained how her Aunt Sweet Stuff had managed to buy a new vacation home, and she was going to let her use it. The cost of doing so was nothing more than just doing some repairs, if some were needed, and to have fun. Lemon Zest was the first to give a fist pump and exclaim that it would be perfect. Sunny had said that she would be glad to go, if for no other reason than for morale support.

Sugarcoat had stated that she would attend, although she did state that she may use part of the time there to prepare for midterms when they returned, and Second was ready to go. He’d gotten the week off of work, plus he was willing to drive all of them up there in his little Volkswagen Beetle. The small car would hold them, although it might not be exceptionally comfortable. There was some discussion, and instead of the Volkswagen they were treated with Sunny’s family’s RV. It wasn’t the large one that her family normally used when camping. Sunny explained that this was one that her father first purchased when he was considering buying one. They kept it, and it was in decent shape. The older RV was a little smaller, barely being the same size as a midsize pickup, but it could hold all of them comfortably.

Plus, as she stated, if needed it had more than enough bed space for them should they decide that the cabin was not the place to spend the night. The fact that there would be something semi normal there was helping Sour Sweet with the decision. If need be she could stay in the RV, feel a little more relaxed, and she was certain that Second would want to be with her. In the end she would make her decision there. Still she stood there, nude as the day she was born, looking at the choices of what to wear, what to pack, and deciding on if she wanted to take her premed books with her or not.

She heard the door, turned, and she saw Indigo step inside. Her more athletic friend seemed excited until she looked at her.

“Wow, So Sour you look good. Been working out?”

Sour rolled her eyes, “Indigo, eyes up here, please,” she said pointing toward her own eyes, “So, why did you burst into my room?”

Indigo grinned, “Cause Sunny’s got the RV here, and we’re loading up,” she said, “Wait, did you not pack anything yet?”

Sour turned back around, “I’m not sure what to pack,” she said, “I know that there’s supposed to be a lake, and it’s in the woods, but other than that I’m not really sure on what to pack or take.”

Indigo grinned at her, “Well it’s the mountains, so unless you want to freeze your tits off taking a bathing suit is not the right idea,” she said, “Pack some jeans, shirts, a jacket, and some sexy underwear for when you and Second are alone.”

She looked at Indigo, “Really?” she asked, “Sexy underwear? Why don’t I just wrap a bow around myself, write ``take me I’m yours,” and give him some KY to go to town on me.”

Indigo rolled her eyes, “Sour, third wave feminism is great and all, but I know that you two fuck like rabbits. I’m fairly sure that you’ve let him us KY on you more than once since that last camping trip with all of us, and I know that while you like to talk a big game you like everything that boy does for you.”

Sour grinned, “Maybe,” she admitted, “But I do like him to know who runs the relationship.”

Indigo grinned, grabbed a few pairs of jeans, which Sour noticed that they weren’t skinny jeans. That would have something that Sunny Flare would have gone for. Instead Indigo helped her select decent fitting jeans, a few tops that were long sleeves, and then somehow Indigo found the right drawer in her dresser and pulled out a bodice, lacey panties, and a pair of fishnet stockings. The bodice was a soft pink, with little black bows that set just where her nipples would be resting under the fabric, and a small bow that centered where the valley between her breasts would go.

It was meant to be something between just her and Second, and to be honest she hadn’t decided on when would be a good time to use it. Between studies, Second’s job at Silly’s Arcade and Pizza, and her own job at the campus library, there just wasn't as much time to fool around. Oh, it wasn’t like they didn’t do anything. When she was in the camper that her parents let her use as a tiny house they practically lived together.

She had decided to attempt to live with everyone else in the dorms, let her parents move the travel trailer back to their place, and Second moved into the same dorm building. Granted, he lived on a different wing, and after a certain time he was expected to be in his wing, she was expected to be in hers. Although the two of them did manage to sneak into each others dorm room every so often.

Second’s roommate was a fairly nice, although a little neurotic, guy called Silent Victory. She knew that he was dating a girl that had graduated from Canterlot High, Ditzy Doo she believed her name was, but Silent was gone most of the time. Either over at Ditzy’s house, or on drills with the R.O.T.C. That was something she couldn’t hardly believe. Silent was a nice enough guy, but he was a bookish little geek. He didn’t seem like the kind that would be able to make it through basic training. She wasn’t sure that he was really even the kind that could make it through R.O.T.C. Still, somehow he seemed to be holding in there.

Of course Sour was certainly glad that he was. It meant that most of the time Second’s Dorm room was a single occupant room instead of two occupants. She’d considered, multiple times, of putting on that bodice, the panties, the stockings, and finding a great pair of come fuck me heels and going over to his room. She could wear a nice trench coat, head over, and surprise him with a late birthday present, or early Christmast present. She’d considered it several times, but now it was being packed into her suitcase.

“Indigo…” she said, “Seriously?”

Indigo grinned at her, “Trust me, he’s gonna love it, you’re gonna love it, and the two of you are going to have fun taking it off. So all good, right?”

She shook her head, “Fine, let me grab a change of clothes real quick.”

She found a red and green sweater, a pair of black jeans, a comfortable pair of black sneakers, and she looked at the fedora that she’d claimed after the situation with Second’s Uncle Pop. She grinned and put the fedor into the suitcase as well. Indigo noticed that Sour had decided to go au naturel under the sweater and pants. It was odd seeing her friend decide against a bra and panties, but then she wasn’t going to say a word.

Sour was a big girl, and if she wanted to walk without much of a buffer then she wasn’t to say a word. Besides she figured that part of it was being done for Second’s benefit. The two of them headed down, loaded Sour’s suitcase into the RV and a few moments later they saw a familiar little patchwork looking Volkswagen Beetle pull up near them. It parked, and Second got out. He was dressed in what looked like a pair of jeans, some work boots, and a flannel jacket. Sour noticed that he had packed what looked like a backpack full of stuff instead of a suitcase. He walked toward them, grinning like a mad man, and saw Sour.

“Morning!” he said, “How are you girls doing today?”

Before either of them could answer Sugarcoat stuck her head out of the RV, “We’re preparing to go on a long trip, in an RV, to a destination somewhere in the Black Pony Mountains, and you’re the only male among us. We are fine, you most likely are going to lose your mind at some point.”

They shrugged, climbed into the RV and it began to pull away. As they were a single figure crouched on the top of the dorm building. It watched the RV through a pair of binoculars.

“The package has left, and it is heading toward being delivered.”

The Control Room - Undisclosed location

Number Three and Number Two sat at the controls, watching, and a few moments later the door opened. They saw Number fifteen as she entered, showed her badge, and then walked toward them.

“So far so good, right?” she asked, “Everything going as planned?”

They nodded, “Just like clockwork,” they said, “So, those Tic Tacs that all of them have been eating, I’m guessing they're tainted?”

She nodded, “Exactly, just enough of devil’s breath to make them susceptible to suggestion,” she said, “We were going to go with hair dye on Sour, using a chemical base that would seep in through the scalp and slowly lower her IQ, but she didn’t seem to jump at the idea of the various bargains and specials we threw her way, so the Tic Tacs were the next best thing.”

Number Three looked at her, “Hair dye, I’m guessing classic dumb blonde?”

Fifteen nodded, “Exactly,” she said, “It would have been classic, but this works just as well.”

Number Two nodded, then held up his hand, “Hold on, they’re arriving at the Harbinger’s place,” he said, “Time to watch the beginning of the show.”

Foothills of the Black Pony Mountains - Last Chance Gas

The RV pulled into what looked like a mostly abandoned gas station. It was something that had come out of a nineteen sixties horror film and never updated. Slowly they made their way toward the pumps, and then the RV stopped, shut off, and the doors opened. Sunny Flare looked around, her eyes taking in the chaotic area before her. They had been driving for over an hour, and she had vastly underestimated how much gas the RV would use. She had believed that since it was a smaller RV that it would make the entire trip on a single tank, but instead they were sitting just below half a tank.

From what Indigo had said they would be driving for at least another hour, and it would be through the mountain passes. That meant that they would likely run out before they got to her aunt’s summer home. Still, if she had thought about it they would have stopped about thirty minutes ago at the SpeedyTrek. Instead they were forced to get gas at this place. She looked around, and it didn’t look like anyone was here. In truth she wondered if perhaps this place had been empty for a considerable length of time. It could be likely that Last Change Gas had went through its very last chance and did not survive the ordeal.

“It doesn’t look like anyone is here, does it?” Sunny said, “I wonder if there is anyone even remotely nearby.”

Sour looked around, “I’m not sure, this place looks like something that chainsaw movie that Lemon convinced us to watch.”

Lemon grinned, “Dude, it was a perfect Halloween flick. I mean it had everything!”

Sugarcoat sighed, “It had nothing to do with Halloween, and instead it was a vastly over embellished telling of an actual serial killer that didn’t even reside in the same state.”

“Yeah, but if you guys would have chosen we would have watch something like Nightmare before Christmas or something.”

“And what would be wrong with that?” Indigo asked, “It’s a classic, plus I like the scene where the army opens up on him. That’s pretty killer.”

Second looked around, “Umm, I’ll go have a look. If someone’s here maybe they’re inside.”

With that he walked toward the gas station and looked at the old door. He tried it, feeling the smooth movement of it, and walked into a place that seemed like it really belonged in a horror movie. Toward the cash register was what looked like a small cooking station, and he could see large cuts of meat hanging. Bits of flesh were sitting inside of a grinder, and there was a loaf of bread sitting there as well. The wall in front of him had no less than six different trophy heads, each of them had been made to look as if they had as close to expressions of terror as deer, elk, and boars could have.

He didn’t see a single candy bar, there weren’t any cans or bottles of soda, just that cooking station with the meat, a few isles of what looked like dry goods, mostly non-discript, and all of it looked like it should have been tossed in the dumpster a decade ago. He turned to see a door toward the back. On the front of it were large meat hooks, each of them had dark stains covering parts of them.

“Guys, I don’t see anyone,” he said, “Maybe this place is abandoned.”

The door swung open and the man standing there had deep wrinkles set in his gray skin. His salt and pepper hair was cut short, similar to a military cut, and he glared at Second. Something that made Second notice that his right eye looked as if it had popped a blood vessel.

“The sign said closed,” he said as he gave Second a shove causing him to almost fall out of the opened door, “So what the hell are you y’all doing here?”

Sour glared at him, “We’re here to get ass, that fine with you?”

He chewed a bit and spat something dark and foul smelling from his mouth, “Fine, cash first.”

Sunny tried to act somewhat friendly, “Excuse me sir, would you happen to know if we’re on Old Hollow Road?” she asked, “Because we’re trying to reach a friend’s summer house.”

He nodded, “Yeah, this is old Hollow Road, it dead ends at the old Gusty place,” he said, “Always someone looking to sell that plot.”

Indigo looked at him, “My aunt bought it, and she asked that we go and take a look at it. Maybe do some repairs, and just hang out for a week.”

He looked at her, shook his head, “Be a better use of your time to turn around, go home, and do whatever a bunch of idiot college kids do.”

Sugarcoat looked at him, “Why don’t we want to go there?”

He looked at her, “Because bad things have happened there, especially to girls who were idiot enough to spread their legs for any boy that happened to walk by.”

She looked at him, but it was Second that moved between him and Sugarcoat, “Okay, wow, thanks for the tip, and how about you back off.”

He looked at him, “Gettin’ mouthy boy?”

Second looked at him, “No, but I’m standing up for my friend.”

He laughed, “You’re friends with that little whore?”

Sour growled, but it was Sunny that handed him his cash, “Twenty dollars, and how about we simply don’t speak, is that fine?”

He shrugged, pumped the gas and then looked at them, “You’re choice, just hope that you can live with the consequences afterward.”

With that he walked back into the station. Once he was gone they loaded into the RV and it started. Sunny shook her head, “I’m sorry, I should have stopped further back.”

Sour shook her head, “Not your fault. That guy was a tool,” she said, “Besides, who does he think he is saying where we can and can’t go?”

There was a resounding cheer, and the RV headed down the road. As they drove the road became more and more wooded. It almost seemed like they were heading into the deepest part of the forest when they came toward a cliff. There was a single bridge that crossed it. It looked old, almost as if it had been there for ages. The RV began to cross and everyone could hear the pops and groans of the bridge as they crossed over it.

Sunny drove slowly, trying to make sure that the RV didn’t do a swan dive into what seemed to be at least a half a mile drop. Finally they made it across the road, and it became something that resembled a jeep trail. Low hanging branches rubbed across the top of the RV, and the same branches would rub the glass as they drove. Finally they made it, stopping in front of what looked like an old cabin.

Part of the walls were made of stone, there was moss growing on one side, and on the front porch was a swing that was slightly banging against the side of the cabin in the breeze. Indigo walked toward it, up the steps, and then lifted a welcome mat and produced a key. She grinned at them as she pushed the key into the lock.

“My aunt said it would be here,” she said, “So, let’s check this place out!”

Inside of the cabin it looked as if it had been built years earlier. The logs that had been used looked to be notched and locked together using simpler tools. From what she could gather it appeared that it had been done almost completely by hand. Indigo walked toward the fireplace and looked at it. It had been made from stone, each piece was more or less shaped to fit, and it had obviously taken time. She let out a whistle as she looked it over.

“Well I think that Aunt Sweet Stuff hit the jackpot,” she said, “This place is amazing.”

Sour nodded, “It’s better than what I was thinking.”

The six of them unloaded the groceries, clothes, and everything else into the cabin. As they did none of them noticed the slight mist that was being released into the air by the vents that ran through the cabin.

The Control Room - Undisclosed location

“What’s that?” Armor asked as he watched, “What are you pumping in there?”

Number two smiled, “Just a little insurance,” he said, “It’s something of an enhancer. When coupled together with alcohol it causes a drunken stupor to become a certainty. They’re a group of college kids, all of which are just a little too young to drink. So naturally we gave them the chance to get some beer. Which of course had also been altered slightly.”

Armor looked at them, “Then what’s the point?” he asked, “If you can control the outcome then why don’t you just kidnap them and do it?”

Number Three shrugged, “Maybe back in the day that would have worked, but we have a ritual that we have to follow,” he said, “It works, almost perfectly, nearly all of the time. The key component to it though, the same as it has always been, is free will.”

Number Two nodded, “He’s right. They’ve got to decide to buy the beer, they’ve got to decide to ignore the Harbinger, and they’ve got to decide to transgress. If they don’t then they don’t get punished.”

Number Three grinned, “But that doesn’t mean that we don’t stack the deck as much as we can.”

Fifteen nodded, “It seems cruel,” she said, “But I can promise you that what’s happening here is to protect every single man, woman, and child on the face of the planet.”

He watched, “I get it, it just seems, unfair.”

She shrugged, “It is,” she admitted, “But they are given every chance in the world to make the right decisions. Even now, with them being there, they can make the right decisions and get away scott free.”

He looked at her, “Has that happened?”

She shook her head, “No, no one has ever made the right decision, at least not completely. There was once, twenty-one years ago, that the chemical department messed up. When they did a kid figured out to escape and save most of the people. That is the closest anyone has ever made of making the right decisions. We’re a lot more careful now.”

They watched the monitors as the girls laughed, Second and Sour sat together making out, and then Two grinned, “Well, time to get the party started.”

He flicked a switch a counter began to count down.

“What’s that?” Armor asked, “What’s it doing?”

Number Two looked at him, “That’s just a counter. In about fifteen minutes you’re going to watch them get into the beer, and then we’ll proceed from there.”

The counter continued to count down, and after about ten minutes Indigo began passing out the bottles from the ice chest. They began to crack them open, there was laughter, fun, and then Number Three flicked another switch. When he did a trap door kicked itself open.

Gusty Cabin - Living Room

The sound of the trap door springing open caused everyone to pause. Sour looked toward it, unsure of what was going on, but feeling unsettled. She’d taken her meds, she was sure of that, but this was the kind of thing that would occasionally happen when she was off of her meds. Seeing everyone else appearing to experience the same thing she felt more at ease. A few moments Indigo walked toward it.

“So, what kicked it open?” she asked, “Cause that was just kinda random.”

Lemon Zest moved toward it, “Maybe the wind?”

“How exactly would that happen?” Sugarcoat asked, “There is no draft up here, and I didn’t see windows on the ground level from outside. Not to mention that trap door looks heavy.”

Lemon Zest looked at it and then at Indigo, “So, do you know what’s down there dude?” she asked, “Like did your aunt tell you what might be there?”

Indigo shook her head, “Nope, no idea what’s down there,” she said, “So… Who wants to go exploring?”

Sugarcoat looked at her, “Who wants to go into a dark basement, after a trapdoor mysteriously popped up?” she asked, “I’m going to assume that you know that the answer to that is already no.”

Indigo grinned at her, “Play you a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who goes.”

Sugarcoat shook her head, “Not it.”

Indigo looked around and then grinned as she saw Sour and Second sitting next to each other.

“Second, how do you feel about checking it out?”

He looked at her, “How about we just close it?” he asked, “I mean it’s your aunt’s stuff, most likely, and I wouldn’t want to break anything.”

Sour looked at him. While she agreed to a point, she was curious. She touched his cheek, “It’s most likely nothing, but wouldn’t you feel better if we were more relaxed, like relaxed enough to try something afterwhile?”

He nodded, “okay, let me just turn on my flashlight from my cell.”

A few seconds later he found himself walking down the steps, and in front of him was the largest collection of stuff he’d ever seen. There was what looked like an old fortune teller machine, the faint light from its crystal ball glowing, an old projector with various reels of film beside it. A book that looked like it was covered in leather, an old piece of rope that had a tag with a date, location, and time written in on it, the head of a large sledge hammer, a strange looking puzzle box. He actually stopped to look at it.

He almost picked it up, but then he heard others coming down the steps. He looked back to see Sour and gave her a smile. Sour smiled back and she looked around them. There was a sheet with a hole, where it looked like someone could see out of it, hanging from a small hook. Beside it was a chain from a chainsaw. She noticed a small locket that had a jade beetle on the front of it, and then she noticed something else. She walked toward it, seeing it, and she stood in front of it.

The dress was gorgeous, it shimmered like water in the summer sun. It was a soft aqua blue, and the highlights were a light green. There was a small necklace of a conch shell that hung on the mannequin that the dress was on. She touched the necklace, smiling as she studied it. Slowly she began to pick it up. Near her Lemon Zest was looking at the pillowcase with a hole in it. She smiled as she considered the joke she was thinking about pulling. Grabbing the pillow case, pulling it over her head, and then sneaking up on one of the girls. She reached for it.

Second had picked back up the puzzle box once again. He moved it around, studying it, seeing where it would go, and his fingers traced the various buttons and slides it had on it. To his right Sunny Flare studied the Fortune Teller machine. She grinned as she looked at the old device, and some part of her considered seeing if it would work. Sugarcoat looked at the film near the projector, seeing a figure that seemed to just appear on it. She looked at the projector, preparing to move the film to it, to watch it, and finally Indigo was looking at a little native american statue. It was weird but looked like a little man holding what looked like a rolled suit, but the suit had hair and clothes on it.

None of them knew that they were being watched, that eyes were viewing everything they were doing.

The Control Room - Undisclosed Location

Number Two stood, looking at various groups that had managed to gather in the control room.

“Okay everyone, pool is closing soon. Place your bets!”

Various people gathered, putting their money with little slips of paper as Number Three stood near a board. On it had written Skin-Walker, Zombies, Sirens, Lockjaw, Bright Eyes, Purge Killers, Lord Fornicus, Jump, Beautiful Witch, Deadites, Trees, Sawman, Sweetiebot, and Dream Demon.

“Okay, Pool is closed!” Number Three said, “And it looks like….”

Gusty Cabin - Basement

Lemon grabbed the pillowcase, slipping it over her head, and she snuck up behind Sour. Sour had just managed to grab the necklace, almost lifting it up, and nearly lifting it onto her head before Lemon jumped at her causing her drop it.

“Lemon!”

As Lemon laughed at her joke there was something happening outside. Out toward the middle of the lake bubbles began to drift toward the surface. A few moments later a figure began walking out of the lake. There was a chain around its neck, an old broken theater mask showing the drama face was barely hanging on by a thread. The broken piece of the mask revealed what looked like a rotted jaw that seemed to be locked in place. The figure, which might have been a man once, moved slowly toward the cabin.

The Control Room - Undisclosed location

“Alright! It looks like Lockjaw has pulled a W, so that means that the pot goes to Accounting!”

A girl wearing a lab coat neared number two. She looked at him, “But I chose Zombies too, and Lockjaw is a zombie.”

He smiled, “Cute, but no Lockjaw is a Juggernaut,” he said, “In basic terms he’s a practically unstoppable force that is mystically given life, and has the ability to continue on regardless of what anyone does to him. Better luck next year.”

With that the attention turned back toward the monitors. The girls were laughing, and Number two noticed that Sour hadn’t put down the necklace. He held up his hand, and they watched as she studied it.

“Sour, what do you have there?”

She looked up at Sunny, “I found this necklace, which Lemon caused me to drop,” she grouced, “But it’s so pretty.”

Sunny looked at it, “It is quite lovely, and it looks like it goes with this dress. Oh, you’ve got to try it on.”

Number two looked at Number Three, “Uncharted territory.”

Number Three nodded, “Put it on, come on, put it on!”

Sour lifted it, and soon it slid onto her neck. She felt a rush of energy, almost as if something supernatural was touching her, and then it left. She almost felt drained.

Number Three smiled, “We’ve got a tie! For the first time, we’ve got two contenders! The Sirens are joining Lockjaw!” he exclaimed, “That means that the pot is split between accounting, myself, and Number Fifteen.”

Gusty Cabin - Near the RV

Sour walked with Second. The two of them moved toward the RV. She was going to wear the bodice, lacey panties, and stockings later, but right now, more than anything, she was just wanting to be alone with Second. The two of them stumbled past the RV, toward the lake. She looked out at the calm water that seemed to reflect the moonlight. Which it was odd how the moon looked full. She had thought that it wasn’t supposed to be a full moon. She felt Second as he held her hand.

She turned toward him, kissing him, letting him slide his hands up under her shirt. She stepped back, peeled it off, and then sat it beside them on the dock. From there the both of them kissed, hugged, and got undressed until they were on the dock, and Sour was on top of him. She had pressed herself down, burying him inside of her. It was what she wanted, what she needed, and what she had been waiting for. She felt far more drunk than she really had a right to feel. The beer had been stronger than Indigo thought it was.

She began to ride Second, her hips thrusting hard, burying him to the hilt with each stroke, and she loved every second of it. She was on the pill, and honestly she was glad for it. Condoms were fine, but she enjoyed being filled by him. In truth she let him creampie her every time they made love, screwed, or just plain out hard core fucked. She bounced on top of him, feeling his hands on her hips, then her breasts. She didn’t stop, but instead she enjoyed the feeling.

She did until she felt the rush of power again. When she did she felt her orgasm at the same time and without the duct tape that she had learned to use she let out her pleasure in a very vocal response. Anyone that was nearby could hear her, and she clamped down on Second. When she did he emptied into her, causing her to orgasm again. She fell on top of him, and they lay there breathing. For a moment there was nothing, and then she heard a single sweet note.

She looked around, trying to find it, but then she felt second move. She looked at him, and his eyes were strange. There was a look of being lost. It was as if his entire being was so far away that he couldn’t find his own way back. She started to say something when she heard another note, and then a final one. She looked to see three figures this time. They were on a small island in the middle of the lake, and they were breathtakingly beautiful.

She watched as one dove into the water, moving toward them, and she couldn’t take her eyes off of the girl. She got near the both of them, a sweet smile on her face.

“Come,” she whispered, “Swim with me.”

Sour shook her head, she tried to clear her mind, but Second was moving almost as if something else was controlling him.

“Yes, come,” she whispered, “Bring your mate, swim with me, let me take you both.”

“S...Second…” she said feeling herself fighting, “We can’t!”

He shook his head, “Sour?”

The girl pouted, moved toward the land and Sour saw what looked like a fish tail for a moment. It then changed, becoming legs, and the girl moved toward them both. She had something, a shell, a beautiful shell, clutched in her hand.

“Come,” she said, “Come with me.”

Sour got up, and so did Second. She began to move, and as the girl led them Sour grabbed Second’s hand, she pulled him toward the cabin, and the two of them moved toward it. Second followed her, although there were occasions that he tried to slow down. They neared the RV when they heard the notes again. Second turned back around, his eyes glassing over, and Sour knew that she couldn’t keep fighting it either. She wanted to go back, to go into the water with Second. They started to move, not hearing the sound behind him, not hearing the crunching of the leaves, and the figure wearing the broken mask watched as they walked toward the lake. It turned toward the cabin, ready to visit those inside.

Sour moved toward the lake, and she saw all three girls. They were beautiful, all three of them looked like they had modeled for the ancient statues that she’d seen in the history books. The girls smiled at them, “Come with us,” the leader said.

Sour nodded as they led them into the water. It was cold, but Sour barely noticed. She felt Second pull her close, the two of them kissed as the three girls pulled them under. Water rushed around them as they neared the bottom, and some distant part of Sour screamed to get loose, to escape, but that part was being clouded by these girls. She felt Second’s manhood pressing against her hip, and she found that she wanted it back inside. One of the girls touched her, and she looked at her. The girl’s mouth, and even underwater she could see her beauty. The girl kissed her, and she felt water enter her mouth, push down into her lungs, and soon it had filled her.

Second felt the same thing happen, and after a few moments both of them entered an eternal slumber. The three sirens moved toward the top, they broke the surface of the lake, moved toward the edge, and then looked at the cabin.

“Hmmmm, it’s been forever since we’ve fed, how does stripped human sound?”

There were giggles and then the three of them walked toward the cabin. Near the cabin itself Indigo stepped outside. She looked at her phone, a little irritated that there wasn’t any signal. Not that it really mattered. She wasn’t dating anyone, her friends were here, and while she loved her dad she did need a little time away. She moved around the house and looked into the forest. There had been something moving out there. She looked a little, figuring it was a deer, and turned back around. When she did she saw the single biggest man she’d ever seen in her life. He stood about seven foot tall, his biceps were easily as big around as her thighs, and he looked as if he could lift her with little effort.

“Ummm, you need to leave,” she said, “Seriously, this isn’t your property.”

She stepped back and he stretched his hand out, catching her by the throat. She struggled as he lifted her, the drama mask reflecting in the moonlight. She tried to struggle as he grabbed her top with a hand, and ripped it away. She screamed trying to cover up only to feel him grab her skin between her breasts. She screamed as he began to pull. She could feel the way her skin was tearing away from her muscle, the way it was stretching, and she tried to get away. She tried to break loose, but instead all she could was whimper as she felt it rip away from her. Blood splattered behind her.

For Sunny Flare she stood and watched as her friend was mercilessly killed in front of her. She screamed, ran into the cabin, and locked the door. She could hear the figure that killed Indigo outside, and she felt the door rattle as it pounded on the wooden door. Then she heard something from the trap door. Sweet music, Soothing sounds calmness. She watched as three girls slowly walked out of the basement. The first was a soft gray with black hair, the second an ocean blue with a shock of violet hair, and the third was a caramel color with blonde hair. The three of them were nude, each had the kind of body that any girl would kill for.

They looked at her, and they held what looked like shells, little sharpened shells.

“Come,” the soft gray one said, “Follow us.”

She began to follow them, ignoring as the door began to give way, ignoring the sounds of Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest as they screamed and ran further into the cabin. She followed the girls into the basement, and she let them cut her clothes away. One laid her back, spreading her legs open. She felt her touch her, causing her to jump with desire. Another kissed, and then bit her neck.

“Oh, she’s sweet,” the caramel colored one said, “We need to take our time with her.”

“Naturally we do Coda, and we will. We will take our time devouring her.”

In the Cabin both Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest managed to get back outside of the cabin. They ran in the only direction they could, away from the cabin, deep into the woods. They didn’t know what happened to Sour Sweet or Second Person. They knew that those strange girls had Sunny Flare, and there was a bloody mess that must have been Indigo. They wanted to help their friends, but the only option they possibly had was getting away, and hoping that they could find help. The both of them ran in the dark, escaping the sounds of the slow walking figure that was following them.

They neared what looked like a shack, and both of them ran toward it. The door wouldn’t budge, but that was when Sugarcoat found a small panel on the side. She pulled it loose, and inside she saw what looked like simple elevator controls. She pulled a wire loose, and touched it toward a spot that looked like it would be for the door control on a nomral elevator.

There was a ding, and the shack door opened. Both of them looked at it, and Lemon Zest looked at her.

“Let’s go.”

Sugarcoat looked at her, “But where does it go?”

Lemon Zest shrugged, “I don’t know, but do you really think hanging around here is any better?”

Sugarcoat began to say something when the sound of footsteps came from behind her. She turned around to see the figure. It stalked toward her and she shook her head. She tried to move, but it was already there, and it was lifting her into the air. She heard Lemon as she shouted at it, and then she heard Lemon suddenly gasp and choke as it lifted her too. She reached her hand out for Lemons, tears streaming in her eyes as the figure choked the life from them, and finally snapped their necks in its hands. It dropped them, heading back toward the cabin, back toward the last.

The Control Room - Undisclosed Location

“Alright!” Number Two shouted, “It’s about time!”

Number Three nodded, “Okay everyone, that’s an excellent night’s work. Job well done!”

As they celebrated the necklace around Sour Sweet’s neck glowed again. Her still body jerked, moved, and then her eyes opened. She pulled Second against her, kissing him, breathing into him, and he began to move again as well. She felt her legs change, becoming one, and she could see the same happening with Second. The two of them moved toward the edge of the lake, and when they got there their legs turned back. Sour stood, nude, confident, and looked over the area. She felt a draw, others like her, and they found food. She was peckish, and she would share the meal with her mate.

Together they would feed, and then they would search out for more food. Somehow, she sensed that there was more below her, deeper below her, a light smile crossed her face, but first, she would follow the presence of those like her and her mate to the meal.

The Facility - Handbook for Entry Level Employees

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