#alex blue davis | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

hypnogold · 4 months ago

Text

Crescent High 2

It started slowly—just a whisper in the hallways, rumors about a few students wearing shiny metallic golden AC Milan soccer kits over crisp white button-up shirts and red-and-black striped ties. At first, nobody took it seriously. Crescent High had always been about baseball and the classic blue-and-white uniforms. But soon, things began to change.

It wasn’t an all-at-once takeover like people had feared. It was more subtle than that. Each day, another student seemed to fall under the influence of the golden team. But the school wasn’t giving in without a fight. Students resisted. Teachers questioned. Some even tried to rally a resistance, but the golden team was patient, and each day it grew stronger.

Early in the week, Alex, one of the more popular seniors, opened his locker to find something unexpected: a shiny metallic golden AC Milan soccer kit, neatly folded on top of a pristine white button-up shirt and a red-and-black striped tie. At first, he thought it was a prank—maybe one of the other guys from the team messing with him. But the moment he touched the fabric, he felt a strange pull, like the kit was calling to him.

Alex quickly shut his locker, trying to ignore the creeping sensation that he needed to put it on. Throughout the day, he couldn’t stop thinking about it—the way the metallic fabric had shimmered in the fluorescent lights, the smooth texture. It was intoxicating. By the end of the day, Alex was sweating, fighting the urge to return to his locker and pull the kit on. He told himself it was stupid, but deep down, he knew the golden team had started to get to him.

Meanwhile, a small group of students—Jack, Tommy, and Ethan—had noticed the change. They had seen Alex acting strange, catching him glancing at his locker more than once during practice. They weren’t the only ones. Rumors about golden kits appearing in lockers were spreading, and the more they heard, the more they realized the golden team’s influence was growing.

The group met in secret after school, whispering about what they had seen.

“Alex is going to crack,” Jack muttered. “I saw him looking at that golden kit like it was the answer to everything.”

“We need to stop this before it gets worse,” Ethan added, his voice tense. “If the golden team keeps growing, we’re all screwed.”

But it wasn’t just students being targeted. The golden team had started reaching the faculty too. Mr. Davis, the gym teacher, had been acting differently lately—more distant, more focused. Jack had caught him staring at a folded golden kit, complete with the white shirt and tie, in his office after practice. It was clear that even the teachers weren’t immune.

It wasn’t long before Mr. Davis became the first teacher to fall. No one saw him put on the kit, but one morning, he walked into the gym wearing the shiny metallic golden AC Milan soccer kit over a crisp white button-up shirt, the black-and-red striped tie neatly tucked under the shimmering fabric. His usual baseball cap was gone, replaced by a confident, focused look in his eyes.

“I’ve seen the future of this school,” Mr. Davis said during practice, his voice steady. “And it’s gold.”

The students in the gym exchanged nervous glances. Some, like Alex, were already on the verge of giving in. Others, like Jack and Ethan, watched with growing dread as their gym teacher became part of the golden team.

But the transformations weren’t happening without struggle. Every day, the resistance grew more desperate to keep their friends and teachers from joining the golden team. Yet, each day, another student or teacher seemed to be tempted by the power and allure of the golden kits.

By mid-week, Alex’s struggle had reached a boiling point. He had avoided the golden kit in his locker for days, but the pull was too strong. After school, he returned to his locker one last time, staring at the folded kit, the white button-up shirt, and the red-and-black striped tie inside.

“I can’t do this,” he muttered, but even as he said it, he was reaching for the kit.

He hesitated for a moment, his fingers brushing the fabric. The metallic sheen seemed to shimmer even more now, the golden color drawing him in. Before he could stop himself, Alex pulled the golden AC Milan soccer kit from his locker and slipped it over the white button-up shirt, carefully adjusting the black-and-red striped tie underneath.

The transformation was immediate. The golden kit fit him perfectly, molding to his body like it had been made just for him. As he looked down at the shimmering fabric, the strange feeling that had haunted him all week faded, replaced by a sense of calm and power. For the first time in days, Alex felt... right.

But as Alex walked down the hall, now part of the golden team, he noticed something else: the look on his friends’ faces as they saw him. Jack, Tommy, and Ethan stood frozen in place, watching as their friend—once one of the strongest resistors—walked by them, fully transformed, the golden kit gleaming over the white shirt and tie.

Jack felt his stomach drop. “We’re losing them,” he whispered, fear creeping into his voice. Alex his hair turned blonde and he joined the Golden Team forever. His new bros welcomed him to the club.

The next day, Crescent High welcomed a new visitor—a young teacher interviewing for the vacant math position. His name was Mr. Carter, and unlike most teachers who had grown wary of the strange changes happening at the school, he entered with a sense of enthusiasm. Dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt, a black-and-red striped tie, and a neatly pressed suit, Mr. Carter seemed like the perfect candidate for the position.

As he walked down the hall toward the administration office, he noticed the tense atmosphere. A few students glanced at him suspiciously, whispering amongst themselves. He didn’t understand the hesitation—after all, it was just another high school, right?

Mr. Carter’s thoughts were interrupted when Henry, a student who had been away from school for a few days, came to visit. Henry had always been a straight-A student, known for his focus on academics and his close relationship with the math department. When he spotted Mr. Carter in the hallway, he smiled politely and approached.

“Hi, you must be the new math teacher,” Henry said, extending his hand. “I’m Henry. I used to help out with tutoring here before things... changed.”

Mr. Carter chuckled as they shook hands. “Nice to meet you, Henry. I’ve heard great things about Crescent High’s math program. I’m excited to be here.”

Henry’s smile faded slightly as he glanced around the hallway. “Things have been a little... weird lately. You might notice some students wearing these strange golden soccer kits. I don’t know if anyone warned you, but something’s happening here.”

Mr. Carter raised an eyebrow, glancing at the few students walking by in the metallic golden kits worn over white button-up shirts and black-and-red ties. He hadn’t paid much attention to it, assuming it was just a school sports thing.

“I see them, but I figured it was part of some sports team,” Mr. Carter said casually.

Henry leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice. “It’s more than that. These students... they’ve changed. Something’s going on with that kit, and I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s like they’re being controlled. They laugh a lot and seem really dumb. You need to be careful.”

Mr. Carter frowned, sensing the seriousness in Henry’s tone. “Controlled? That’s a pretty serious accusation.”

Henry nodded. “I know it sounds crazy, but just trust me. Keep an eye out for yourself, and if anyone offers you a golden kit, don’t put it on.”

The new teacher’s initial excitement was beginning to wane as he realized there might be more going on at Crescent High than he had anticipated. He thanked Henry for the warning and continued on to his interview, his mind racing with thoughts of what might really be happening at the school.

After the interview, Mr. Carter wandered the halls, observing the students. He caught sight of a few more wearing the golden kits, each one moving with a strange sense of unity. Their eyes gleamed with focus as they were leaning against the lockers, and their crisp white shirts and ties stood out beneath the metallic shimmer of the kits.

One of the golden team members, Paxton 7 (formerly Alex), spotted Mr. Carter and made his way over with a friendly smile. “Hey, you must be the new teacher they’re interviewing.”

Mr. Carter nodded, slightly on edge. “That’s right, Mr. Carter. Nice to meet you.”

Paxton 7’s eyes flickered to the plain white shirt and tie Mr. Carter wore. “We could really use someone like you on our team,” he said casually, his tone smooth. “Maybe after you settle in, we can get you fitted for a proper kit.”

Mr. Carter felt a chill run down his spine. He remembered Henry’s warning and forced a polite smile. “I’ll think about it.”

Paxton 7 smirked knowingly and walked away, leaving Mr. Carter standing there, unsettled by the encounter. The golden team’s influence was growing, and Mr. Carter was beginning to see what Henry had warned him about.

The days following Mr. Carter’s interview passed in a blur, but the unease Henry had planted in his mind remained. Every time he walked the halls of Crescent High, he couldn’t help but notice how the golden team seemed to be everywhere. The students wearing the shiny metallic golden AC Milan soccer kits moved in sync, their white button-up shirts and red-and-black ties peeking out from beneath the shimmering gold fabric. Their conversations were brief, their interactions eerily efficient, and yet there was a camaraderie about them that was hard to miss.

Mr. Carter’s appointment as the new math teacher was confirmed by the end of the week, and he returned to Crescent High to start his job. His classroom was in the west wing, where most of the academic classes took place, a safe distance from the gym and locker rooms where the golden team seemed to congregate. For a while, he hoped that his role as a math teacher would keep him out of their reach.

But on his second day, during lunch, Mr. Davis, the gym teacher who had already joined the golden team, paid him a visit.

"Mr. Carter," Davis greeted with a smile, wearing his golden AC Milan soccer kit proudly over his own white shirt and tie. "How’s the new job treating you?"

Mr. Carter glanced at Davis’ outfit, feeling the now-familiar unease. “It’s been good so far, just getting used to the students. Math doesn’t change much no matter where you teach.”

Davis nodded, but there was a strange gleam in his eye. “I’ve heard good things. The students seem to like you. You’ve got potential, you know. We’ve been talking about bringing you in... officially.”

Carter raised an eyebrow. “Officially?”

Davis stepped closer, his voice dropping. “To the golden team. You’ve seen us around, I’m sure. We’re growing stronger every day, and we could use someone like you. You wouldn’t believe how much more focused and united we’ve become since we joined.”

Carter felt the same chill he’d experienced when Paxton 7 approached him earlier in the week. “I appreciate the offer, Mr. Davis, but I’m fine as I am.”

Davis smiled, though his eyes remained intense. “It’s not really an offer, Mr. Carter. It’s just a matter of time. But don’t worry, when you’re ready, we’ll have your kit waiting.”

With that, Davis turned and left, leaving Mr. Carter standing alone in the classroom, his mind swirling with unease. The golden team’s persistence was unsettling, but what worried him more was how inevitable it all felt. Every day, more students were seen wearing the golden kit. Even teachers like Davis had given in.

Henry’s words echoed in his mind: “If anyone offers you a golden kit, don’t put it on.”

Later that afternoon, as Mr. Carter prepared for his final class of the day, he received an unexpected visitor—Henry. He hadn’t seen the student since their conversation on his interview day, but something about Henry seemed different now. His clothes were a bit rumpled, and there was a tension in his posture, as if he was constantly looking over his shoulder.

“Henry, good to see you again,” Mr. Carter greeted warmly. “You weren’t in my class this morning. Is everything alright?”

Henry stepped into the room, glancing toward the hallway to make sure they weren’t being watched. “I had to lay low for a bit. Things are getting worse. More students are giving in to the golden team, and they’re targeting teachers now.”

Carter nodded, his expression serious. “Mr. Davis came by earlier. He wants me to join them.”

Henry’s eyes widened, and he stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Don’t. Once you put on the golden kit, it’s over. You become one of them. They make it seem like a choice at first, but eventually, they’ll force it on you. I’ve seen it happen.”

Mr. Carter felt a shiver run down his spine. “What do you mean, force it?”

“They’re not waiting for people to join willingly anymore. Some students... they don’t have a choice. They’re cornering them in the locker rooms, or catching them after practice. They put the kit on them, and once it’s on, the transformation happens immediately. There’s no going back.”

Henry’s words hung in the air like a dark cloud. “Why hasn’t anyone stopped this? The principal, the administration—someone must have noticed.”

Henry looked down, his voice shaking slightly. “They’re in on it, too. It’s spreading. The golden team isn’t just students anymore. The principal’s office is empty half the time because they’re busy ‘recruiting.’”

Mr. Carter clenched his fists. He could feel the pressure closing in from all sides. “What are you planning to do?”

Henry hesitated for a moment, then leaned in closer. “There’s a small group of us still resisting. We’ve been meeting after school, trying to figure out how to stop them. But we’re running out of time. More students are getting turned every day. We need someone on the inside—someone they haven’t gotten to yet.”

Mr. Carter’s heart pounded as he realized what Henry was asking. “You want me to join your group?”

Henry nodded. “We need you, Mr. Carter. You’re new, and they haven’t got to you yet. But they will. The more people we have who are still free, the better chance we have at fighting back.”

For a moment, Mr. Carter considered his options. He hadn’t signed up for this when he took the job at Crescent High, but now it seemed like he had no choice. He couldn’t just stand by and watch as the students and teachers fell under the golden team’s control.

“Alright,” Mr. Carter said after a long pause. “I’m in.”

Henry let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Good. Meet us at the old baseball field after school. We’ll explain everything.”

As Henry left the room, Mr. Carter stared at the door, feeling the weight of what he had just agreed to. He had no idea what he was walking into, but one thing was clear: the fight against the golden team was just beginning.

After school, Mr. Carter made his way to the old baseball field, a forgotten corner of the school grounds where Henry and the remaining resistors had gathered. The place had seen better days, overgrown with weeds and long neglected, much like the resistance itself—once strong but now barely holding on.

Henry was there with a few others, including Jack, Tommy, and Ethan. Their faces were tense, their movements nervous. They had all seen too many friends fall under the sway of the golden team, and now it was just a matter of time before they were next.

“We’re glad you came,” Henry said quietly as Mr. Carter approached. “We need to act fast. Every day more of us disappear. We can’t just wait for them to come for us.”

“What do you have in mind?” Mr. Carter asked, his voice low but steady.

“We’ve been trying to remove the kits from lockers,” Jack explained. “Sneaking in after hours, cutting off their supply. But it’s not enough. Somehow, they’re always replaced by the next morning.”

Ethan spoke up. “We need to find where they’re getting the kits. Someone’s supplying them, and it’s got to be from inside the school. If we can destroy the source, maybe we can stop this.”

Mr. Carter nodded. “Do you have any leads?”

Henry pulled out a map of the school. “We think it’s in the old storage area near the gym. It’s been locked up for years, but recently, we’ve seen the golden team going in and out. We were planning on checking it out tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow?” Mr. Carter frowned. “That could be too late. They’ve already approached me once. If they realize I’m resisting, they might move faster.”

Henry sighed. “You’re right, but we need more time to prepare.”

Mr. Carter considered their options, the urgency weighing on him. “Alright. I’ll go with you tomorrow night, but we can’t hesitate. We need to take action.”

As the group made their final plans, the tension was palpable. Time was running out, and Mr. Carter could feel the noose tightening around them all.

The following day, Mr. Carter went through his normal routine, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He noticed more students in the golden kits walking through the halls, their crisp white shirts and ties visible beneath the shimmering gold fabric. They moved with a quiet confidence, their eyes locking onto him every now and then, as if they knew something he didn’t.

By lunchtime, Mr. Carter’s unease reached its peak when Paxton 7 approached him again.

“Mr. Carter, I see you’re still resisting,” Paxton said with a smirk, standing a little too close for comfort. “But don’t worry. You’ll come around soon enough. The golden kit is waiting for you.”

Carter forced a polite smile. “Like I said, I’m fine as I am.”

Paxton nodded slowly, his eyes gleaming. “You say that now, but we all resist at first. It’s inevitable. The kit feels right when you put it on. You’ll see.”

Paxton walked away, leaving Mr. Carter feeling more cornered than ever. He knew the golden team wasn’t going to wait much longer.

That night, Mr. Carter met with Henry and the others in the abandoned wing of the school, near the gym. They had planned their infiltration carefully. The old storage room, suspected to be the source of the golden kits, was locked, but they had managed to get a key from one of the few unconverted janitors still resisting.

The group moved silently through the darkened halls, their nerves on edge. As they approached the storage room, they noticed that the door was slightly ajar.

Henry froze. “Something’s wrong.”

Before anyone could react, they were ambushed. From the shadows, several members of the golden team appeared—Paxton 7 leading the charge, with Mr. Davis and others flanking him. They wore their gleaming kits proudly, their white shirts and ties perfectly in place beneath the shimmering gold fabric.

“You didn’t think we’d let you get this far, did you?” Paxton said, his voice dripping with confidence.

Jack, Tommy, and Ethan tried to run, but Paxton’s team quickly cornered them. Mr. Davis grabbed Henry, holding him firmly as Paxton turned his attention to Mr. Carter.

“You should’ve joined us when you had the chance,” Paxton said softly. “But don’t worry, Mr. Carter. We’re going to take care of you.”

Paxton reached into the storage room and pulled out a fresh golden kit, neatly folded with a white button-up shirt and a red-and-black striped tie. He held it out to Mr. Carter, the golden fabric gleaming in the dim light.

For a moment, Mr. Carter hesitated. He had fought so hard to resist, but now, standing here with the golden kit in front of him, he could feel its pull. The fabric seemed to shimmer more intensely, as if it were calling to him, just like Henry had warned.

But Paxton’s words were soft, coaxing. “It feels right when you put it on, Mr. Carter. Just try it. You’ll understand.”

Mr. Carter’s resolve began to waver. The others had been subdued, their struggles futile against the golden team’s grip. The fabric seemed so soft, so inviting. Slowly, almost as if in a trance, he reached out and touched the kit.

The moment his fingers brushed the metallic gold, something shifted inside him. The tension, the fear—it all melted away. The shirt, the tie, the kit—everything felt perfect as he took the folded clothes from Paxton.

Paxton’s smile widened. “Go ahead, Mr. Carter. Put it on.”

Without a word, Mr. Carter removed his suit jacket and began to dress. He slipped on the white button-up shirt, tied the red-and-black tie around his neck, and finally pulled the golden AC Milan soccer kit over his shoulders. It fit perfectly, molding to his body like it had been made for him.

As he adjusted the shirt and tie beneath the golden kit, a sense of calm and power washed over him. His mind, once filled with resistance, now felt clear, focused. He was part of something bigger now.

Paxton stepped back, admiring the transformation. “Welcome to the team, Mr. Carter.”

Mr. Carter smiled, feeling the strength of the golden kit coursing through him. It was right. It was inevitable. And now, he was one of them.

As Mr. Carter finished slipping on the golden kit, Paxton 7 stepped forward again, this time holding a pair of shiny golden headphones. The moment Mr. Carter’s eyes landed on them, he felt another deep, irresistible pull. The golden kit had already started changing him—he could feel his thoughts slowing, his focus narrowing—but these headphones seemed like the final step.

“You’re almost there, Mr. Carter,” Paxton 7 said with a smirk. “Just one more piece, and you’ll be fully part of the team.”

Mr. Carter barely resisted as Paxton placed the golden headphones over his ears. The moment they clicked into place, his mind was bombarded with soft whispers—barely perceptible at first but growing louder with each passing second. Obey. Join the team. Serve. You belong here. The words were layered under a pulsing beat, their rhythm syncing with his heartbeat, growing more insistent.

Suddenly, a new wave of laughter bubbled up in Mr. Carter’s throat. It wasn’t his usual laugh—it was louder, more uncontrolled, almost stupid. He tried to stifle it, but the headphones drowned out any remaining resistance. He was laughing, but not at anything in particular. The more he laughed, the more his thoughts faded, replaced by an overwhelming desire to belong to the golden team.

As the subliminal messages continued, Mr. Carter’s posture shifted. His once-formal, thoughtful demeanor dissolved into something more carefree, almost carefree to the point of recklessness. His shoulders slouched, his grin widened, and his eyes took on the same glazed look that the rest of the golden team wore.

Paxton 7, noticing the shift, grinned and leaned in. “What’s your name now, bro?”

Mr. Carter blinked, struggling to remember. But before he could answer, the answer came from somewhere deep inside him, pushed to the surface by the golden whispers in his ears.

“I’m... Coby,” he said, his voice now slower and simpler. “Yeah, Coby! Bro, this feels... awesome!”

Paxton laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “Welcome to the team, Coby 11.”

Coby—formerly Mr. Carter—laughed again, a deep, dumb chuckle that echoed in the empty storage room. His mind, once sharp and filled with hesitation, now buzzed with nothing but loyalty to the golden team and the thrill of being part of something bigger. He barely noticed when Paxton handed him a new set of instructions through the headphones, the subliminal messages seeping deeper into his mind. Recruit others. Spread the team. Serve Captain Gold.

Coby nodded absently, laughing once more. “Yeah, bro, I’m gonna help get more dudes! This is so... awesome!”

The transformation was complete. Coby 11 was no longer the smart, thoughtful teacher Mr. Carter had been. He was part of the golden team now, just another recruit wearing the shining golden kit over his white shirt and red-and-black tie, his mind buzzing with loyalty and a singular purpose.

Paxton 7, satisfied with the transformation, turned back to the others in the room. Jack, Tommy, and Ethan were still struggling, but it was clear that they couldn’t hold out for much longer.

“Looks like we’ve got a few more recruits to add to the team,” Paxton said with a wicked grin. “Let’s get them their kits.”