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Don't you just hate having something on your face...?

This is a part of my ongoing Tri-State story, fully canon. It's not a continuation of Blondie's story but rest assured that will be coming soon.

Tri-State University boasts some of the best academic and athletic teams in the nation and yet it seems even this sweet, secretly nerdy girl who used to wear glasses and braces couldn't stop a facehugger from loving on her face. This is without a doubt my longest story at nearly 7,000 words. I just can't help myself sometimes. It's a little kinky, a little intense, so you've been warned. I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1

College was always meant to be a fun time for someone like Sierra Hollins. It was supposed to be a new beginning. Gone were the days of Sierra's dependence and forced complicity to whatever her mom and sister's wishes were in the old house. Gone were the days of high school where Sierra was bullied for being a nerd with glasses and braces. No more getting stickers that said "Kick Me" taped onto her back as she walked through the halls or getting ambushed, only to get the worst wedgie of her life. Sierra was proud of herself for coming so far. Here she was, a long, long way from home living on her own in one of the many dorms at the prestigious Tri-State university. The little life the woman had started cultivating for herself here made it feel like she could do anything she wanted. That was the promise Tri-State University seemed to offer the lot of its students; give them so many benefits that they just couldn't resist applying and staying. Plus... the alcohol, the sex, and the insane house parties were all perks of college life.

Sierra Hollins was many things. She was an undergraduate at Tri-State University, a very good athlete and volleyball player on one of the best women's teams in the country, a secret low-key nerd who liked books, old sci-fi movies, and comics, even if she could never admit it to any of her new girl friends on campus. But most importantly of all for Weyland-Yutani, she was Subject 17... A valuable host for their facehugger specimens.

The pretty college student with her sun kissed olive skin, silky black hair, and fat ass seemed to have it all here at Tri-State: a full ride to university, a group of friends that actually liked her and didn't bully her on the volleyball team and campus, no more glasses thanks to new contacts, and even some attention from cute guys she had been eyeing up. Nothing seemed like it could go wrong at Tri-State University. Truly, Sierra had no idea what she signed up for when she came to this breeding ground that calls itself a university...

About a year ago and some months ago, Sierra had enrolled at Tri-State. The idea of leaving home and moving far away filled her with a lead ball of anxiety in her stomach as much as it gave her a soaring high that she could finally live life as she chose to. She thought it was, when she reflected on it, the best decision she had made in her life. The second best was dumping her ex-boyfriend.

Sierra had settled in the relatively small college town of Springfield quite nicely since then. She thought of herself as being so lucky for getting accepted to Tri-State. And why wouldn't she? The university had a 99 percent rejection rate. Most students were never even given a rejection letter. Unless they met "special qualifications," a prospecting student wasn't getting in. What were said qualifications? Sierra could never be certain. Sure, Sierra had heard the rumors like everyone else that Tri-State worked closely with that shady corporation Weyland-Yutani and that the company had its fingers all over in deciding the admissions. Maybe the company had their own criteria and that decided who got in or not, Sierra had thought. But so what if Weyland-Yutani picked her over some dumb blondie? That just meant she was better suited to work for the company later on after graduation.

Still, Sierra was feeling more than a little uneasy lately handing all of her information over to the Tri-State Social Network. Her weight and height and location and even sometimes the clothes she was wearing that day were always just available for anyone on the network to look at anytime. It definitely freaked her out on occasion whenever she put any thought into it... It was scary waking up some days and seeing her own blood pressure and sweat levels monitored in real time, even your estimated current mood, all there right on her phone. How the hell was the school doing that anyways? Sierra would wonder at times.

But the benefits of going there were too good for her and the many, many students of Tri-State to resist. The no cost tuition, the free meals from almost any restaurant you wanted, the free transportation to anywhere in Springfield, free plane tickets home, all bills paid for, and the monthly allowance was nothing to laugh at. Sierra had already spent a good chunk of her little stipend buying way too many new books, clothes, even a makeup kit. What wasn't to love about this place?

The people, Sierra glumly thought recently. There were sometimes too many people, even for her extroverted self.

15,000 people, disproportionately female, went to Tri-State University, all of them squeezed into tiny dorms and campus apartments. Putting that many women and a few men into a couple of square kilometers of space had made things crowded. It was fine for Sierra for a while... she used to be quite the social butterfly, going off to sorority parties and around town late at night was all well and good for her. In fact, since Sierra got here a little over two months ago, things were amazing. Her grades were good, the school was undefeated in virtually every sport except competitive international knitting, and best of all she had been eyeing a few devilishly handsome men she'd become friends with. It was only a matter of time until one of them would ask her out... or so she thought.

Everything was ruined a week ago when those Weyland-Yutani vans showed up. The whole university went into a sort of unofficial lockdown where nobody could get in or out. Their university IDs had stopped opening the gates into and out of campus. The faculty and professors started acting weird, too. Like, really weird. Sierra had woken up one night to feel Dr. Ripley, the head of biomedical sciences, taking fucking blood samples from her like she was some damn cow. It was all in her own dorm no less. Dr. Ripley had a crazy look in her bloodshot eyes, Sierra noticed then. It was like she hadn't been sleeping. When Sierra pressed her on why the doctor was in her room, a syringe found itself in Sierra's arm and she lost consciousness afterwards. When Sierra awoke the next evening and having missed all of her classes, she freaked out. Despite complaining to the university police, nobody seemed to care. It was as if they were all zombies under some sort of magical spell from those fantasy books she loved so much. Sierra knew she should've left right then and there, but something in her head told her to stick around; it wouldn't be so bad. It was just one weird incident. There were so many benefits to staying and she couldn't just head back home to tell her family she dropped out of college. They'd... they'd be so disappointed.

Next, students kept disappearing, too. One by one, at least a dozen students, most women, were reported missing and not one person on the university staff seemed to care. Just yesterday, it seemed like everyone in the university was gone or locked inside of their dorms. What the fuck was happening to this town?

Each day that passed, another girl went missing. And these... crates kept appearing in random parts of campus, Sierra noticed. Some were in the dorms, some in the bathrooms. One of Sierra's friends on the volleyball team, Macy, nearly had a heart attack when both of them walked into the locker room and found at least six of those damn crates open. Inside of each of them were strange looking pods covered in a slimy film. Macy swore they were eggs of some sort but Sierra wasn't convinced. Nothing lays eggs a meter tall. They had to be some sort of plant or fungus, she reasoned. Either way, neither girl went to the locker room for the rest of the week.

When a week to the day had passed since the arrival of those Weyland-Yutani personnel in black latex suits and HazMat gear with their creepy vans, Sierra made up her mind. It was all becoming too much. The weird black vans with "Weyland-Yutani Research Division," written onto their sides were laying in ambush around every corner of campus no matter where she went. A few of them seemed like they were sweeping people off the streets and putting them inside and driving to God knows where. The staff were total nut jobs, screaming every time she got too close to a crate. The damn crickets stopped chirping and all of the squirrels and animals stopped making any noise at all around the third day. Sierra thought she was going fucking crazy when she began to suspect even the daylight hours were getting shorter. In truth, she hadn't been sleeping much after the Dr. Ripley incident.

The campus was slowly growing more and more quiet as Sierra saw less people, and the paranoia starting to build in her had the poor girl convinced they were being kidnapped by Weyland-Yutani. It was a preposterous thought, though. Such a large and reputable company couldn't do anything bad like that.

When Sierra saw Weyland-Yutani people setting up checkpoints at the gates to the school, she knew it was time to leave. Cell service was already getting spotty and none of those guards with their big guns were letting anybody through, no matter what emergency. You couldn't even hear the cars on the roads outside of campus anymore.

Packing her bags with shaky hands that night, Sierra stuffed everything she thought she might need into a backpack. Sierra didn't bother changing out of her tight, sweaty uniform. There wasn't much of a point as she saw it. There wasn't time for a shower and she knew she'd need to break through the checkpoint. She was going to be sweating bullets all night. Sierra just prayed she wouldn't get in too much trouble after all this was said and done.

Her black compression shorts, sticky with her sweat, clung to the shape of her hips and the nice mound of her plump, well-built ass as she packed a final item: a small pocket knife that was definitely banned on campus. She could've gotten in a lot of trouble having one of these things. But she figured she was already about to get into a world of trouble. It was better safe than sorry. Sierra could feel the wet suction of her shorts as she strode across the room and the uncomfortable clinginess of her skin tight red jersey. The feeling would have normally bothered the clean freak but Sierra knew she needed to get out of this place, hygiene be damned.

Luckily, she had a plan. Sierra would head to the parking lot outside of her dorm, Dorm Building A, call her mom, and then get in her car and drive straight through one of those check points. She wasn't staying any longer. Things were getting too serious. Sweat was starting to flow in thick droplets over her face, turning it bright and shiny like a polished plate. Why was she so nervous? Sierra ground her teeth together. The braces she was supposed to have already gotten off months ago began to dig into her cheeks painfully. She thought college was supposed to be relaxing and fun. It was supposed to feel safe. But whatever the fuck was going on here, she was not sticking around to see it finished.

Chapter 2

The parking lot was frighteningly silent. It was late summer and yet Sierra couldn't hear a frog, a cricket, or even birds chirping in the trees. In the middle of the bright concrete plain filled with cars in their individual slots, with white halos of light spreading out from tall posts, the darkness of the starless night made the distant sky look like a calm, empty ocean. Sierra always liked how the ocean and cloudy sky would sometimes blend together at night back at her family's home. She missed home, but it was only a short walk to her car and a phone call away... and an attempted breakout through a Weyland-Yutani checkpoint.

To steady her nerves, Sierra sat on one of the creaky wooden benches just outside of the dorm building. She thought it weird that even the resident advisor of her dorm was gone. She wasn't at her desk and nobody was in the lobby. Odd, the RA was usually so friendly and always wanted to talk to Sierra even when she was in a bad mood. Abby, Sierra thought her name was. Sierra hoped she was okay.

On the bench, Sierra pulled out her phone and dialed up her mom. Ring... ring... and ring... It went to voicemail. Sierra tried calling again. It was late at night, maybe her mom was sleeping. Sierra hoped she would answer. She didn't want to just show up at her family home in the middle of the night with no warning.

Once more to voicemail. Four fucking times, Sierra called her mother and each time she failed to answer. Each tone and beep at the end made her anxiety spike further and further until her heart was pounding in the sides and back of her tight throat, until her hands and face and whole body was drenched with sweat. Each unanswered call made her eyes tighten up and tiny streams of tears began to rain down her cheeks. Was her mother okay? she wondered. Was something like this stuff with Weyland-Yutani happening back in her hometown? She didn't know. The last week had made her so scared and paranoid. She had to leave, she had to get out, she had to go home-

Sierra gasped as the deafening sound of a bush moving caught her ear. Her tears stopped their choppy flow and her pulse thundered so loud she almost convinced herself she heard nothing. Sierra swiveled her head towards the noise like a deer being hunted in the forest. The rustling of the leaves stopped almost immediately when she looked. Through blurred tears stinging the contacts in her eyes, Sierra couldn't make out anything. She hated being so blind. It was nothing more than a squirrel perhaps.

Regardless, Sierra knew she needed to go. She rubbed her eyes, though it did little to help the blurriness and the pain now present thanks to the trapped tears under her contacts. "Gah," she huffed. "F-fuck it, I'm a grown ass adult. I'll just explain it to mom when I get there..." She was mumbling to herself. Great. Now she knew she was fucking crazy. She quickly got up, supplies on her, and headed for her car.

But the rustling didn't stop. It was closer this time, a bush just a few meters away was moving more than Sierra was comfortable with. She turned her head, bright white shoes rooted to the ground. If it was a squirrel or something fluffy, it wouldn't have bothered her in the slightest. But if it was a much meaner animal...

Suddenly, there was a screech. In the half second Sierra had to process the ear-splitting noise, she thought it was some sort of high pitched scream for help. But it came from the bushes and what followed out of that little hedge certainly was no animal Sierra had ever seen or studied in biology class.

A beige-colored blur about the size of an extra large dinner plate had launched itself from the bushes like it was a rocket ready to blow. Things moved so fast, too fast for Sierra's blurred vision. A long loop of what seemed like rope was trailing behind the beige blur. If she didn't move, it was ready to slam into her face. Sierra was half-blind, not dumb. She knew when to duck. Twisting on her planted heels, Sierra's shoes crunched against the ground and she dove to her left. Her backpack, which had been loosely slung around her arm, went flying into the wet grass a few meters away.

The flying dinner plate with a rope behind it went soaring past Sierra. Its arc would've caused it to collide with her face almost exactly had she stood still.

Sierra groaned, the wind was knocked out of her as she slammed into the solid concrete on her stomach. Thankfully, other than a few scrapes, it didn't hurt at all. She was used to diving all the time in volleyball. Her ass jiggled and she rolled onto her side to try and find that beige blur again. Rubbing her eyes with her scuffed hands, Sierra managed to get the tears out of her contacts. She would rather have stayed blind had she known what nightmare was before her.

It was no dinner plate at all but instead some sort of animal. At least Sierra thought it was an animal. It wasn't exactly one she had ever seen before. To Sierra, it looked like something that belonged in the prop department of some cheesy horror movie. She really wished it was just a movie prop once she had a better look at the damn thing.

The creature was some five meters away. It had leapt far, Sierra realized. It was a terrifying looking creature. It must have been the result of some terrible genetic tampering or horrible mutation the way it blended spiders, scorpions, and crabs into one disgusting, slimy chimera. The beige-colored creature, wrinkled like soft, wet leather, and with bulging dark veins running through its body, stood on eight legs tipped with what looked like human finger nails... How were they so human-like? Sierra thought in the fleeting moments of peace the spidery thing allowed her.

It was a disgusting sight to even glance at this fleshy creature, one Sierra was forced to endure. It only got worse as Sierra took the rest of the creature in. The thing she thought was a rope was in fact a dense tail corded with muscle and connected to the rear of the critter. It was long with little segments indented into the bone-hard flesh. Whatever that thing used its tail for, Sierra didn't want to be anywhere near it to see it in action. Two fleshy lumps were next to the creature's tail, right at its rear and nestled on either side of the carapace. The lumps looked almost like breast-shaped balloons to Sierra; like they were meant to puff up and inflate. It was vaguely shaped like a hand with too many fingers, an idea her mind kept floating back to. Something about it was just all wrong and sent awful shivers down Sierra's spine.

Her eyes darted briefly past the creature. The car... safety... it was all the way at the end of the parking lot and wedged between two other vehicles. The creature seemed to sense her intentions of fleeing and it didn't like them one bit. No, she was the most beautiful woman the little facehugger parasite had ever seen in its short life and she will belong to it. Standing on its back four legs, the spidery monster flashed a wet, slimy underside to Sierra like it was proud to show her everything underneath that it had been hiding from her. Sierra gagged looking at the bottom, especially when the smell of sex hit her from all the way over there.

The whole underside was a wet, folding sea of moving pink tissues and slime. In the center of it all was a hole, or mouth, or orifice, or whatever the fuck Sierra could call it that she could only think of as a glistening pussy. It was staring right at her like it really, really wanted to sit on her face. "Ew! What the fuck?!" Sierra coughed and gagged as the hole dripping with some sort of white looking slime was parted by a long, thick shaft, like a tongue darting out between two damp lips. The length of the tube was already impressive at nearly eight inches long but it looked like it could go even more. There was some sort of silver-colored membrane that was wrapped around the tube near the base and towards the vulva shaped orifice. At the end of the tube was a tip that tapered off almost to a point with a little dark hole at the end.

It started running straight for Sierra and a terrible, animalistic sort of fear overtook her. It was a fear Sierra had felt before. It was the empty sinking pit that devoured itself over and over in her stomach, churning up waves of nausea and anxiety that pulsed through her whole body. It was the fear that something was coming for you and you could do nothing to stop it. Her mouth, unexpectedly, wasn't getting drier from the fear. It started to get wet. She was salivating, though she couldn't say why. It definitely wasn't her choice. She didn't want any part to do with that disgusting, slimy, monster made from glued together male and female parts with a spider.

Sierra sprung up like a snapping rubber band, standing firm on the ground. Her shorts swished together and clung on tightly, drenched in sweat. Her sticky thighs were stuck together and trembling as she tried to decide if she could out run this thing or not. Sierra was quick on her feet too, she could make a run for it. She just didn't realize how glacial she was compared to the perfect organism. If she did, maybe she would have known to stay in her dorm and curl up into a protective ball against herself.

The facehugger, the perfect vessel for the perfect lifeform. If it could have laughed at how slowly Sierra moved through its heat and carbon dioxide based senses, it would have. Her body was like a warm, bright beacon against the ambient temperature and each time her little panicked breaths came out of her hot, salivating mouth, the facehugger could feel the carbon dioxide in the air from meters away. Its proboscis dripped with fluid bubbling from its tip. The facehugger needed to be with Sierra. It loved her. It loved her so much, she just didn't know it yet. With a screech, the facehugger leapt into the air almost as fast as a running horse.

Sierra saw the danger coming for her. If she wasn't certain before that this thing was aiming for her face, she was now. The tube, she thought. Is it meant to go inside of me? Sierra unconsciously, if only in the dimmest possible way, knew of the true purpose of the facehugger's proboscis. Sierra screamed and specks of spit flung past her lips, teeth, and braces. Sticky columns of warm saliva made pillars between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. They were made to be tumbled down by the thick, warm shaft of the facehugger. Just the sight of it excited the facehugger in the air and the wet proboscis throbbed, aching to plant itself on Sierra's face and coil its tail around her sweaty throat.

But Sierra wasn't totally helpless. The facehugger was off its mark by a few centimeters. That precious gap was all she needed to duck her body to the right and dive for the concrete. The facehugger once more overshot her and flew past, its proboscis only barely grazing the sides of Sierra's lips and her cheeks, leaving sticky white streaks of slime on her face. The adrenaline equivalent was coursing through the acidic blood of the facehugger. It always took precious seconds to reorient onto a missed target and leap again. Those precious seconds could allow the host to easily escape.

"Oof!" The impact hurt Sierra as she went for the concrete once more. Her sizable chest took most of the impact but that didn't mean the landing was soft. It was going to bruise but that was a problem for later. She left her backpack, she could circle back around and get it later. Sierra leapt to her feet and sprinted clear across the sidewalk to the parking lot without even daring to look back. The screeching and hissing that seemed to follow that facehugger thing stopped. Sierra leaned against a concrete pillar in the parking lot to stop and catch her breath. Her eyes scanned the parking lot. It was an open area and she was near enough to her car. She felt a little safer now.

Sierra's eyes searched the parking lot for any signs of the damned thing. Nothing. She breathed a sigh of relief. All she needed now was to get through that checkpoint and she was safe at last.

Then a screech from above rattled Sierra. She made the mistake of looking up to see a long, thick shaft dripping with pearly white fluid onto her face...

Just a little royal facehugger I did for Blondie from my story :) It's not exactly canon to the story but I thought it looked pretty alright.

We just have to wait for that Queen to settle in her chest...

PART 2

Once again, I take on the role of a university student documenting strange things happening in the small college town of Springfield. We continue with me trying to figure out just what the hell is on this girl's face in the Tri-State University Dorm D parking lot. The night is quiet, there's barely a cricket to be heard. All I can hear is that damn breathing coming from the creature on her face.

LOGGING ON... ACCESSING TRI-STATE SOCIAL NETWORK.. BEGIN RECORDING LOG...

ENTRY 003: Hugging her face

In the darkness of Dorm D's parking lot, I sat quietly next to the blonde woman with the creature attached to her face. She looked so peaceful as the gentle pace of her soft, wet breathing was made horrible sounding with thick, rhythmic hissing. If I had to sleep next to her with that thing on her face, I would go insane. Fffffpttt... Puhhh... Fffffpttt... Puhhh... There was a distinct rasping underneath of the hissing and puffing I could hear in her throat. Every so often, the girl would stop, shudder, and her throat would swallow hard like she was receiving a golf ball down her throat. Maybe this creature had something like a ventilator in her throat that was breathing for her? It made sense. How else would it give her oxygen, except potentially a tube up her nostril?

But how long would it stay on her face, I wondered? Forever? That was a disturbing thought. I tried to imagine what it would be like to have one of those things on my face. Slimy... sticky... probably smells really bad based on how the air seems to smell around this creature. All I could see was darkness in my mind's eye, the thing squirming against me with it got nice and comfortable hugging my face. Something was wet against not just my face, but my lips and nose, probably a slick rubbery tube sliding down my throat, its body pressing tight like a cloth with chloroform on it. It was the best thing I could compare it to in my imagination.

And that tail? I could only imagine how much choking pressure it put on her neck. Or on my neck, if I was unlucky enough to find one of Weyland-Yutani's personal knock-out bugs on my face. When I tried to pull that thing off of her earlier, the tail squeezed so hard I could see the veins and arteries ready to burst like pressurized pipes. Her jugular was definitely going to pop like a water balloon if I had kept pulling. Still, maybe there was a way to get it off.

Ah, dammit. I'd been so lost in thought and staring at this woman like a creep that I hadn't even done another entry.

With a heavy sigh, I grabbed my phone and logged onto Tri-State's Social Network. It was of course the university's social media hub that connected everyone on campus with all students having all personal details forcefully put onto the network without consent. All 15,000 of us... Yeah it was quite a lot of people.

TSSN (Tri-State Social Network), I was pretty sure, was built by the university in order to spy on students. It tagged your location on the campus with constant updates like a loved one obsessively tracking you. That's not the most invasive feature, however. At the beginning of each semester, all of your bio-metric data was recorded and logged on a mandatory day set by the university's president. It included height, weight, photos, plus a bunch of biographic data like who your friends were, spouses and partners, boyfriends and girlfriends. You couldn't even get into the damned cafeteria without having your data verified on the network. It was extraordinarily invasive as you might imagine. Thankfully Weyland-Yutani didn't have their hands anywhere near the network where I complained about them unabashedly. Not yet, anyway. They'd probably do something horrible to me if they did as they'd know every facet of my life with all of the information on there.

Why the hell would anyone go to this damned university in the middle of nowhere if they functionally stripped you naked and exposed all the details of your life? I asked myself that question a lot when I first came here. But the foremost answer is the job guarantee you get after graduating. That, plus bills and expenses are paid for, you get a little stipend to spend each month provided by the university. It made it easy to study when money was not a concern and the people you met were sane humans that were actually pleasant to be around. Minus the weird faculty, of course.

All of this was almost too good to be true, but I didn't particularly care about how pie-in-the-sky the admissions offer was when I came here two years ago. I just went and that's why I'm here now.

I wiped the sweat from my hand on the girl's shorts before I hit the record button. The heat and humidity of late summer was starting to make me drip in clear, sticky rivers of sweat. The girl that had her date on her face looked drenched in sweat as patches of dark grey started forming in small pools all across her tight shirt and darker black spots on her tight compression shorts. Come to think of it, her shorts were just as slick and wet as my own. Ew...

"Alright, new entry. Tried calling my girlfriend a while ago, but she didn't answer. She's really the only person I trust in this backwater of a town and now she isn't answering my messages. Great. I really hope she hasn't broken up with me. It's not like her to not answer..." I paused my recording and took a deep breath, trying to calm and reassure myself that she was probably just busy or asleep and had her phone muted. It was really late at night.

I kept going, making sure at least somebody would hear this audio file come the morning.

"I’ve waited about ten minutes and nothing’s happening. Since my last entry, I decided to sit down next to the woman in question with the eight-legged bug barely moving except for these strange sacs on the sides of the thing. They're right on her cheeks and pressed really tight to her face. It honestly would make for a hell of a Halloween mask but her breathing is just this constant... I don't know how to put it. Hissing? Huffing? It's annoying the hell out of me. If she is anybody's girlfriend, good luck sleeping next to her tonight. Maybe the thing on her face is a mask, a very realistic and evil looking one, and I'm freaking out over nothing and being weird sitting here."

I went to give the thing another tug on its tail as I was certain I was going insane, sitting here in the parking lot like a man on too many drugs, hallucinating monsters and ghosts and weird creepy bug things on a girl's face. Whatever that tug did or whatever I interrupted, the thing on Blondie's face did not like it.

The creature abruptly hissed as I drew too close for its liking. My shoulder merely grazed the woman's own as I touched the slimy fuck's tail, but that was enough for the tail to tighten and creak like stretched leather. I couldn't help but watch as slick beads of perspiration that clung to her neck and the tail moved across her smooth skin before dripping and falling into a wet pond that formed right where her collarbone and throat meet. The sacs then picked up their pace on her cheeks. Fffffpttt, puuuuhh... Fffffpttt, Puhhh... The woman's chest rose high and fell deep like great ocean waves as she was seemingly forced to breathe by the creature. She was breathing awfully fast, to an uncomfortable degree like a runner heaving and gulping down air in a race after they had hit the wall and were getting too exhausted to keep going. It was more erratic too as the eight-legged monster alternated Blondie's breaths from shallow to deep seemingly at random. I hoped I never had to use one of those things as an oxygen mask. I liked breathing at a normal, calm pace.

Once I moved away from the creature and kept still for a minute or two, the angry spider-thing loosened its tail. The breathing relaxed and went back to normal as a wet gurgle came from the girl's throat. The thing moved around on her face all twitchy like while it adjusted, clearly displeased that it's precious face hugging ritual was disturbed. If I wasn't sure if it was a spider before, I think I was now since it moved a hell of a lot like one. I hated those damn things.

Once it was comfortable around her face, the thing's tail did a quick tug like I would do whenever I wanted to make sure my shoe's laces wouldn't come undone. Just looking at the creature made me shiver. What was it that bothered me so much about this thing? How it moved? How it took away her ability to breathe on her own? Or was it imagining how heavy it would be to have that thing sitting on my own face? Definitely all of those. But there was a little something else under all my apprehensions as well... I think I was almost curious about this spider-scorpion-whatever the fuck on the girl's face. I swallowed in my dry throat and went back to recording.

"Ew... The thing hugging this girl's face just tightened its tail when I got too close. Well, in truth I touched it again and it got really angry. Definitely not a Halloween mask or some cosplay for an old horror movie. Thankfully it didn't choke her to death but I'm positive now that Mister Cuddles here really doesn't like anyone getting in his girlfriend's personal space. She has either got to have the prettiest face on Earth, second only to my girlfriend, or Mister Cuddles really likes sitting on her face. Maybe it's both?

"I am learning a bit about Mister Cuddles one step at a time as I'm sitting here. He... she... it likes faces, duh. He might like choking her, I'm not sure. He's a kinky bastard if he does. But I'm definitely sure he seems to be breathing for this woman here, which might be a good sign. After all, if this thing wanted her dead surely it wouldn't waste time breathing for her and just choke her, right? Maybe the little guy is harmless.

"Whatever it's exhaling for her, though, I can't stand the smell of it. It's tainted with a sort of sweaty, musky... something.

"I'm going to give her a few more minutes. If it doesn't pop off, I suppose I'll go find campus security or a faculty member. It's just... something doesn't sit right with me about any of this. It's almost like some part of my brain is telling me not to trust the authorities or Camp-Sec or the professors and staff. Am I going crazy? Have the long hours of staying up too late to study for exams and quizzes while chugging energy drinks and eating garbage finally caught up to me? Maybe. But then again, I'm sitting next to a woman in the middle of the night while she has some sort of monster on her face that looks like it came from space."

The recording ended with a chirp. I put my phone back into my sports shorts pocket and settled back against the wall, keeping a comfortable distance away from the woman and her pet.

SOME TIME LATER...

ENTRY 004: It put what in her mouth?

The minutes ticked by for Styx while he sat idly on the concrete of the parking lot of Dorm D building. The humidity and heat stuck to him like that sticky caffeine-filled taffy he'd eat during all-night study sessions to keep him awake. This whole situation was fucking absurd. Oh sure, Styx had seen plenty of weirdness in his life. Flashing UFO lights, strange ghost sightings, creepy paranormal phenomena, the works. But everything always had a rational explanation. He just didn't believe in that stuff. Or at least he didn't until today. This was the weirdest thing without a doubt and Styx was questioning many things about his life right now.

But this thing he was seeing couldn't be from Earth. At the very least, not natural. Styx was certain of it. It had to be made in a lab, probably from those Wey-Yu people. It was the only explanation he could think of. Maybe they were some sort of organism designed to incapacitate you so Wey-Yu could pick you up and kidnap you...? But why would they make the creatures so capable of choking a victim to death?

"No, that's dumb," Styx muttered to himself, lost in the caverns of thought. Mr. Cuddles, as Styx had styled the creature until he could think of a better name, then squeezed again on the woman's throat, clearly not enjoying his voice disturbing the peace and quiet. Styx bit his lip and scooted farther away. He didn't want to piss this thing off.

Mr. Cuddles seemed pleased and with a hiss relaxed its grip on the woman's neck.

Sigh...

His phone found its way back into his hand.

***"***Another entry. I'm giving up. It's not getting off her face and it's getting pretty late. I've been sitting here for about 45 minutes. Not a soul in sight. Even at night there's usually at least Camp-Sec people wandering about. I'll inform you all what happens after I-

A muffled moan that came straight from the woman caught Styx off guard. The sudden noise made him jump in his skin. It was like standing next to a corpse, only for it to suddenly come to life and start speaking to you. He damn near dropped his phone through his clammy fingers at the sound of the woman's muffled voice. Styx's phone fumbled through his hand like a scalding hot brick until he caught it mere inches above the ground. Phew. He spent hundreds of dollars on that thing. If it broke, Styx wasn't sure which shitty Campus Security officer he would punch first.

"Mmphh... Gurlk... H-help..." A soft, feminine voice tinged with gravelly undertones like a tomboy's rang out. It was coming from the woman with the thing on her face.

Turning, Styx saw the woman as she started to shift. Her hands and fingers, which had sat lifelessly on the ground with the palms turned up, began to twitch. Her body suddenly shuddered as her head moved from its slightly slumped forward position to resting on the concrete wall she'd been propped up against for possibly hours.

There was a sickening wet squelch as the creature on the woman's face spasmed violently in the center of its body, right where her mouth would be under the foreign body. The woman, who seemed to Styx to be more awake now- No, she definitely was more awake, screamed bloody murder.

Like shouting into a pillow, the woman's voice was muffled. But there was that rasping noise again in there that made Styx's skin crawl. It was wet and thick like she was gurgling syrup in her mouth and throat, drowning in it while praying for someone to take it out and let her breathe again. Her scream turned into frantic hyperventilating for air. He could almost feel a thousand tiny little creatures like the one on the woman's face climbing all over him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he hissed.

Styx, rather stupidly, did not run in the complete opposite directly while the horrible thing shook like an earthquake on the woman's face. Its tail was cinched as tight as it could go around her throat now, perfectly hopped like she had just been lassoed and was being brought back to the pen. It legs were clenched hard around her face too, almost like they were straining to hold on while it did... whatever it was doing. Styx couldn't be sure what the hell was happening and he didn't even want to know.

Frozen still like a statue, Styx felt his heart leap into his throat. Oh God, was it going to kill her? It was squeezing so tight... Maybe he should just try cutting it off. Dammit though, he left his pocket knife with one of his buddies. The woman was going to die. She was fucked, Styx knew it. He clenched his teeth together and took a step back and prepared for the worst.

But then, rather abruptly, Mister Cuddles had stopped moving. It seemed to lose all tension in its body as though the strings of life were suddenly snapped inside the thing. Not only had its legs and tail stopped moving, but those heavy, wet sacs that were spider-webbed with dark veins on their surface went still as the windless air around them. The sacs pumped no more precious air as they inflated with one final breath into them before flattening like punctured balls. Was it over...?

For a minute, nothing happened. Styx couldn't see the woman's chest rising. She's dead... fuck, were his thoughts. Styx stepped forward, ready to try and pull the pale, fleshy creature off and give the girl some dignity in death.

There was another spasm on the creature. "Guh!" Styx twitched as his nervous system reacted to the sudden motion for him. He fucking hated being startled. Why was this bastard so prone to scaring him...? Maybe Styx could dissect it and figure it out. It seemed like some sort of reflex in death to Styx. The way it vibrated suddenly from side to side was so unnatural in its movement. The tail suddenly squeezed and there was a thick, wet squirting sound. The woman shuddered and Styx could see hundreds of tiny goosebumps dimpling her skin as tiny blonde hairs stood at attention.

The tail then came loose and unwound itself. The girl's breath returned but it was closer to a gasping gulp of someone drowning on land. Her hands were still and limp at her sides. It looked like she passed out once more.

Sucking in his breath, Styx went to his knees next to the girl. She was alive! With the tail loose, Styx could see the deep, dark purple bruise around Blondie's throat. Motherfucker, he thought. It must have really liked her to leave an indent that deep. Blondie made no move or even gave Styx a hint that she was aware of what was happening.

Bracing himself, Styx put his hands on the air sacs of Mister Cuddles and pulled hard. The feeling was... disgusting. Slick, wet slime that could only be dragged up from the deepest crevices of the ocean covered this thing's whole body. It had a sticky, syrup-like texture to it too. Styx was never going to get this shit off of his hands. Despite his disgust, he kept pulling. It was hard at first as it seemed like the creature was sealed to her face with glue. That probably was what the slime was for, Styx reasoned.

"Gaaaaaaaaahhhh! Come on you stupid fucking spider, octopus, son of a bitch!" Styx was strong, but even in death the eight-legged Mister Cuddles had a death grip so strong it could probably break steel between its grip.

But then, at the moment Styx was about to give up to let his aching muscles rest, there was a pop and the creature started moving. Styx managed to keep himself from falling back and hitting his head. He stood up and pulled the thing away from Blondie's head.

"What in the fuck...?" Styx gulped hard. When he had pulled on Mister Cuddles, it came free alright. But so did the massive, thick tube that had been lodged in Blondie's throat the entire time. Styx was utterly shell shocked looking at the length and girth of it. The flared tip was as thick as his thumb, maybe more. A silvery sheath covered the base of the pale beige tube and the whole thing was lined with tiny, shadowy veins. A central orifice that was vaguely shaped like a vulva quivered and pushed something thick through the tube as it was coming out of Blondie's mouth. Styx watched her swallow it unconsciously, her throat rippling with action.

How?! How?! the question repeated in Styx's mind. How could such a long tube fit inside of this creature the size of the woman's face? And how could it fit it all down her throat? There was another pop as Styx saw a much thinner tube slide out of Blondie's nose. It wasn't nearly as wet with sticky, pearly white fluid and spit as the larger tube but it had its fair share of slime on it. It was a nostril tube. That must have been how the air was being supplied to Blondie, Styx reasoned. But then what was the other tube for? It was a question for later. Styx kept pulling.

Blondie took an unconscious gasp when the tube finally left her mouth. A thick web of slime formed a nice leaning tower from her lips straight down the center of Mister Cuddles' belly. Styx allowed the creature to fall into Blondie's lap. The thick tube organ pulsed once, then twice, and thrice, spitting some viscous white fluid in between her sweat-slicked, glistening, tanned thighs and onto her damp shorts. It gave Styx the shivers just watching it. The tube was almost... ejaculating. It all looked so wrong to him.

He looked at Blondie, whose sweat was turned into shining reflective pools by the bright lights of the parking lot. She was... pretty, Styx had to admit. She was soft and glowing, her jaw slim and strong. Her cleavage, big as it was, dripped with sweat, exposed in her skin tight grey V-neck. Styx knelt next to her and moved her long blonde hair behind her shoulder so he could get a better look at the bruise on her neck. With gentle fingers, he touched the tender spot. It was bumpy and raised like a welt. That was going to hurt when she woke up.

Speaking of...

The woman stirred. Blondie's pretty blue eyes blinked slowly. They were unfocused as all she saw were blurry shapes in the distance as she stared straight ahead. She hadn't even taken notice of Styx off to her side yet. The sensations were overwhelming. There was too much happening at once, too many feelings. It was overstimulating. She tried to pick one thing to focus on first.

Blondie's throat... it felt so rough on the inside. It was scraped like sandpaper was rubbed inside until the delicate tissue became hard and scarred. It hurt to breathe, she could barely see. Did she lose her contacts? She felt as blind as a bat. There was some sort of weight in her lap. So many things... What happened to me? she wondered. Blondie remembered leaving the lecture hall sometime at 7 PM and she was going to drive back to her dorm. But what time was it now? She couldn't remember anything past the doorway of the lecture hall. It was all just darkness. She swallowed. She felt something thick and tasted something salty go down her throat. There was an inkling of a memory coming back now. Something was in her mouth.

Then the pain around her neck came. She had been choked before during some pretty kinky sex but... It never hurt this bad before. Was she at a party? Did she get too drunk? O-Oh fuck, did somebody drug me? Am I being...? Blondie let the thought go unsaid.

Finally, her vision cleared and she saw the flicker of something to her left. She slowly turned her head, her neck still very much hurting whenever she moved it. A man. She half way put her hands up in surrender.

Oh fuck me... I was kidnapped! It made sense to her. The soreness of her throat, her neck, her ass. Everything fucking hurt. Someone must have grabbed her on the way back to her car.

The man had a confused look on his face. Why was he confused? Was he not expecting her to wake up? Yes... yes that had to be it. Oh no. If she was awake before she was supposed to be, would the man hit her? Drug her again? She wanted to scream. She had to scream.

She opened her mouth but nothing except a husky croak came out.

Styx saw the panic on Blondie's face. Of course she'd be panicking, idiot. She just woke up in a parking lot and probably felt like shit. Styx could already see the thoughts in her pretty blue eyes. "I know this looks weird," he said. "But trust me. I'm here to help." Styx stepped a few paces backwards. Perhaps some distance would make Blondie feel more comfortable. Judging by the look on her face, it did.

"Okay, good. I promise I just want to help. Maybe we can start with names? My name's... Well, people call me Styx." There was hardly any trust in Blondie's eyes. Only a type of fear that made her want to bolt and run but she felt it would've been better to just play along for now until she could actually see farther than a few feet.

Styx waited as patiently as he could. It had been a long night and he had just spent the past hour in the parking lot waiting next to a woman whom he thought had died a scant few minutes ago. When the woman kept croaking, he rolled his eyes and huffed out a heavy sigh. It was not the most polite thing to do.

Blondie's lips trembled and with a wet, hoarse voice filled with gravel that sounded like she'd spent the night screaming, she finally spoke. "My name's Morgan."

LOGGING OFF... DISCONNECTING FROM TRI-STATE SOCIAL NETWORK.. END RECORDING LOG...

If you made it to the end, I hope you enjoyed the story to go along with the pictures!

Thank you if you did read and appreciate the story. I apologize for the length of it. This is something like 4,000 words long. If you want me to keep it shorter from here on out, just let me know! Let's see what that facehugger did to Blondie next time

As always, if you want to roleplay as someone in-universe in the comments or have any directions you want to see the story go I more than welcome it.

PART 1.5: SMALL UPDATE

LOGGING ON... ACCESSING TRI-STATE SOCIAL NETWORK.. BEGIN RECORDING LOG...

Hello! I hope you enjoyed the first part to my little adventure story set on a college campus where strange things are happening.

Essentially, our protagonist Styx has found a woman against a concrete wall with a strange creature attached to her face. He isn't sure where it's come from or what it's doing to the woman so far, but he's determined to help... somehow.

I hope the story is enjoyable. I used to write quite a lot but haven't had much practice recently so I might be a little rusty. I am trying to go for a more realistic grounded feel by narrating through the in-universe character but that's new to me. I usually like to write in third person.

Anyways. Consider this little gallery as other photos Styx might have taken and uploaded to the Tri-State University social network.

In reality, these are just facehugger photos I didn't like for one reason or another to go along with my story. If you like, you can consider them canon to the story.

For those of you listening to Styx's recordings for the story, I hope to have that out sometime tomorrow.

As always, if you want to roleplay as someone in-universe in the comments or have any directions you want to see the story go I more than welcome it.

Now, enjoy our mysterious facehugged woman but with alternate angles :D

LOGGING ON... ACCESSING TRI-STATE SOCIAL NETWORK.. BEGIN RECORDING LOG...

DATE: TUESDAY, AUGUST 31st, 202X
ENTRY 001: Shit is fucking weird around here.

Hey... okay. This recording should be audible I hope? Sorry for breathing so damn hard. I've just been running a lot today. Just got back from the campus gym.

Anyways, I gotta get this shit off of my chest so I'm just going to make this audio log public to the campus social network, alright? Maybe someone can hear it and relate. Something about the stuff going on this past week just doesn't sit right with me and I'm pretty sure it doesn't sit well with the rest of you guys either. The disappearances, the random black gunk showing up, the holes in the dorm walls that the University isn't doing jack shit about. I hope I can beg your pardon and just rant for a while...

I suppose I should start at the beginning. You can call me Styx, some of you here at Tri-State already know that, it's what everyone here at Tri-State University calls me. As for the rest of you or anyone listening from out of town, hello!

Tri-State Uni *should* just be your normal, average college in a little, sleepy college town called Springfield. I've been here almost two years and everything has been going great! My grades are ass and sit close to the bottom of the alphabet, my job sucks, and to top off I've been sick for a month with some illness that not even doctors know how to pronounce. Peachy.

I thought things really couldn't get worse for me until those guys in HazMat suits showed up last week. Those of you listening here in Springfield, you know the ones.

I knew they were creepy and should be avoided like the plague as soon as I saw them roll up in black windowless vans with antennas on top. Normal government people are bad enough. But when they have radar dishes and antennas on their vehicles, you know you're fucked. And to those of you listening, you all know how they came in, these men and women in black hazard gear with that creepy Weyland-Yutani logo on their shoulders and solid yellow face plates that shone so bright you could see how pretty you looked in the morning with them. They've been poking around campus and town for a few days now with those weird crates and just leaving them wherever they pleased. On the corners of the sidewalk? Sure. In the lecture halls? Why not? Sabrina woke up in her dorm with one of those sealed crates right at the foot of her bed!

There are dozens of these crates everywhere now and the government people just showed up last Wednesday. What the hell are they for? I've tripped on them trying to get to my damn classes more than I care to count. I've been wanting to ask what's in them but every faculty member I've asked shook their head, said not to touch them, and to go kiss my ass. Something about government property and academic probation if I touch them. My girlfriend jokingly went to open one of them in front of a tenured biology professor yesterday and the lady about flipped her shit. She started screeching and clinging onto the box like it was her baby. Told me and my girlfriend to beat it or campus security would come and give us a piece of their minds. Pfft. The worst campus security ever did was give you a strongly worded email or maybe a poke with their baton.

But I could maybe tolerate the weird shit with the crates if I didn't have a fucking hole in the roof over my bed in the dorms! That shit showed up out of nowhere two days ago and the university is doing NOTHING to fix it. It smells funky and this weird black gunk keeps leaking from it. Is it from a busted pipe? I don't know. But it looks the same as the stuff I keep seeing on the walls lately. Where the hell does all the money this place makes go to? Booze and the football team? Probably, now that I think about it. Definitely not towards fixing actual problems though...

But that's not it, is it? I hear some of you asking.

Anyone else noticing the weird disappearances lately? It's got me on edge. How do 12 people go missing on campus in a single night? What about the fact that there's a quarantine and we're forbidden to leave campus now? I tried to leave for my doctor's appointment but I was barred at the gate by an admittedly very pretty, curvaceous lady with black lipstick and a gaze that could probably kill me if I stared too long. So now I'm stuck wandering campus, probably going to lose my job since I can't go to it now. I hope those Weyland-Yutani people closed down the whole town...

I liked this town and college well enough. I really did. Until they showed up. So much weird shit has been happening lately... Sigh

I'll tell you guys and gals about it later. Thanks for listening. I got a physics lab tonight (I'm a dork, I know) and I need some beauty sleep. Talk to you all later.

SIX HOURS LATER...

ENTRY 002: Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm freaking out dudes.

I should have freaking left this damn town when they showed up, I knew it!

I'm stupid. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I should've fled town as soon as they came...

Fuck me.

But enough regret, you guys are probably wondering why I'm coming on here and broadcasting at one in the morning? Okay, okay... Breathe Styx...

Basically, I took a nap after my night physics lab earlier and woke up not that long ago. I'm a bit of a night owl and I find it hard to stay asleep, so naturally I went out for some fresh air. I can't go anywhere else in this town so why not walk the parking lot? It's usually safe if you discount the recent disappearances.

But while I was walking... Well, JUST LOOK AT THIS PICTURE!!!

Fuck, please tell me you all are seeing at the picture. You guys see THAT? Yeah. Something tells me those Weyland-Yutani people had something to do with this. They have to be. What the fuck is that thing on her face?

It's quiet and weird out here and there's been NOBODY around here. I just came out to relax and saw that black gunk all over the walls, more of it. It's sticking to the walls like somebody wanted to paint with slime. Some of it dripped on me on my way out the dorm and it smells awful. Gave me quite the fright, truth be told. I tried to pull it off but it sticks to my clothes and skin worse than dried hot glue. It's in my hair and that shit definitely isn't coming out anytime soon.

But... yeah. I just found this girl out here not five minutes ago. Nearly gave me a heart attack. I thought she was sleeping. It came to mind that it would be a little weird for a girl to be sleeping alone outside. ESPECIALLY with the creepy shit going on. I couldn't really see who she was from a distance. I wanted to make sure she was okay so I went to go check on her, called out to her but she didn't answer.

I got a little closer and when I shined my phone light on her... I-I don't know, I freaked out. I yelled and jumped back, smacked my ass into the concrete and now my tailbone hurts.

I saw this slick, slimy little bug on her face. I think it's a bug. It reminds me of one of those deep sea creatures that you're not really meant to see since they live so far under in the ocean. It's got these eight legs or something and they're all around her head. I think the legs have tiny hooks or spikes on them because it looks like its buried in her scalp. Oh shit...

I gasp.

Are those fingernails at the end of the legs? T-they look so human. Guys, I'm freaking out. And it's got this tail... it looks like its squeezing her neck really hard. I can see a bit of bruising on her neck.

I don't know who she is. I don't know what the hell that thing is. It's like some sort of spider... scorpion... crab...? Whatever it is, it's stuck on her face pretty tight. I think she's... okay. There's these really big lumps that look like sacs on the thing. They keep moving every time she breathes. When she inhales, they go flat against her face. Exhales, they inflate like balloons.

I keep... trying to pull... Grghhh... it off...

A sudden hissing sound pierces through the night air, crackling in the recording as the creature on the woman's face suddenly tightens its tail around her neck. The woman's breathing hitches like she was hiccuping for air but the creature on her face didn't seem to care. The legs dig even further into her scalp. I'm really starting to worry.

I just tried to pull it off but it doesn't seem to want to let go. I don't know, man... What do you guys think I should do? Should I go... I don't know, get somebody? I don't want to leave her here.

I pop a squat and sit next to the girl.

She doesn't have her student ID on her it seems like. Hmmm...

(Once again, I hope you all enjoyed this little fiction to go with the picture! I'm kind of interested in doing more with this weird setting I've made. I'll probably keep in character in the comments, so if you want to engage with me like you're part of the universe I'd be more than happy to play along. I'll definitely have more to post for this part of the story soon!)

(What do you think I should do though? It seems to be stuck really tight on her face. I don't see anybody else around. Should I just wait and see if it falls off her face?)

(Very much inspired by Aliens and my own imagination)

https://www.deviantart.com/styxrival98/art/Facehugger-Trouble-At-Tri-State-University-1333151229