Colin three a small ball at the floor, which cracked and sent out a huge plume of smoke!
“Can’t see!” One of the guards yelled as he saw a shape in the smog. “Oh you think you got me huh?!”
The guard punched the smoky form to the floor, fiercely beating the guy to the ground.
Colin slipped off his gas mask and took two steps towards the door, able to hear the argument on the other side.
“Admit it Harmony, you never gave a damn about those girls!” a man yelled.
“I do, it’s not like that!” the motherly woman pleaded.
“Oh, and this Colin guy’s just running a sewing circle for lingerie!” The man yelled.
“Lingerie?” Lynn asked.
“I swear I don’t know how that got there!” Harmony yelled as she cried.
A smack rang out, prompting Colin to bust down the door.
“Oh and here’s your little boyfriend now!” The scrawny older man snipped “You stay the hell away from my wife!”
Colin slugged him in the jaw, grabbing the notebook and stuffing it in his bag.
“Ohohooo, Okay, So you wanna do this the hard way, huh?!” the old man yelled.
“Bring it!” Colin yelled as he motioned for the man to begin.
“Rrrrragh!” Harmony’s husband bellowed.
“Aaaaaaaagh!” Colin yelled out.
“Oh shit, this gonna be good!” Lynn hollered.
Suddenly... everything just... froze.
“What the... how is this... what’s...?”
Suddenly Mrs. Sunderland herself appeared in the crystal ball.
She sat upon a dark leather throne of sorts. Above her, the souls of their friends withering away.
“Did you really think this would be that easy?” the teacher sneered. “I must admit though, that was a good bit of fun...”
“Let them go!” Shelby yelled as she watched her friends’ souls writhe in pain.
“And ruin the fun?” Mrs. Sunderland smiles coldly, “Never...”
She grabbed Harmony’s soul and smiled evilly, “Although, you new friend... Colin was it? I think he’ll help me finish off your little friend in a snap.”
“How?” Shelby asked.
“You ever wonder why he was so eager to protect his notebook? Just ask Lucy...” Mrs. Sunderland smiles as she projects an image of the brunette tomboy.
“Or Samantha... or Marinette... or Christina... or Jamie... or Lana... maybe Mindy?”
Lucy’s image was joined by six other girls.
“How the hell does he have seven girlfriends? Is that even a thing?” Lynn asked.
Mrs. Sunderland chuckled with malice, “That’s called a harem, dear. It seems any woman he sleeps with becomes utterly infatuated with him... and guess who’s going to be harem girl number eight?”
Shelby and Lynn looked on in shock.
“Of course this requires some... modifications...”
“What do you mean?” Lynn asked.
“I can peer into a man’s soul and sculpt a woman to tap into his desires... had Shelby not found that accursed book, she’d be the ‘Big Tiddy Gamer Goth GF’ of Joshua’s dreams...” Mrs. Sunderland smiles, “But enough talk! I have a few adjustments to make.”
She squeezed Harmony’s soul, causing her physical body in the hotel to begin to change...