Just as Chelsey got close to you, one of the girls suddenly jumped up from the table. Hot, like most of the others. Had a bit of a chubby goth girl vibe. She, like Chelsey, had one of those weird sticky notes in her hand. And, unlike Chelsey, was more than a little stealthy. Chelsey didn't seem to hear her creep up behind her, only seemingly to notice as the goth girl slapped something onto her back. What you saw next shocked you to your core.
Chelsey turned her head around, mouth open, and about to say something. But before a single sound could come out, the goth girl jumped forward. Except, instead of colliding with Chelsey, knocking her away or to the floor or something, the goth girl vanished. Just... into thin air. And Chelsey just stood there, her hands around her stomach, eyes spasming for a brief moment, before she smiled and stood up straight.
"Confused?" Chelsey asked, a grin on her face. "Wanna take a guess? Maybe a few?" She asked. You were frozen in place, unable to even nod or shake your head. "Alright, well... I'll tell you." Chelsey sighed, walking over and forcing the sticky note into your hand. "These things, whenever they're on someone, lets you possess them. Like I did with you, like I'm doing with Chelsey right now."
"What?! What do-"
"Whoever's possessed 'blacks out' and doesn't remember a thing." Not-Chelsey continued. "I don't get to possess guys very often, so I kept getting you again and again. Sneaky, you know?" She asked, her grin growing bigger and bigger with each word. "And, as you, I 'sampled' those lovely ladies' lips. Neat, huh?"
"So... I'm not insane. But you have these magical sticky notes that let you possess someone. Right?" You asked, half-joking. A grin did not form as everyone else in the basement nodded, their faces serious. "For fucking real?!"
"Yep. Wanna try?" Not-Chelsey asked, gesturing to the sticky note in your hand. "Hela wouldn't mind, would you Hela?" She chirped, earning an eye-roll from Hela. "How about Chelsey then? Tear off my sticky note, put on your own, jump on in? Could be-"
"Why not your body, Bridget?" Hela asked, a grin on her face. "Ben here could get some revenge, riiiiight?" Hela asked, obviously encouraging you to take that course of action...
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