Cavity Creepers

"Alright, let's go people, we're behind," Leon said.

We got to the front door, opened it, and walked to the mailbox.

"Who's opening it?" Kara asked.

"Wait, we should record our intro," I said.

We hit record.

"Hey everyone, welcome back to the House of Five! Today is another exciting day for another exciting challenge. If you haven't watched the first episode yet, go check it out. If not, I'm Dahlia — this is Connor, Leon, Kara, and Penny — and we are the House of Five. This is episode two. Now then, let's get our challenge!"

"Cut!" Penny called out.

"Let's get our challenge," I echoed.

We went to the mailbox and opened it.

"Can't say I've missed this," Jackson said.

"Any guesses before we open the letter?" Leon asked.

"Just open the damn thing," I said.

Leon opened the letter.

"You read it, Connor," he said.

"Wait—Dahlia has to open it and show everyone," I reminded him.

"Alright, we're on in 3… 2…"

"Alright guys, it's time to see what our super awesome challenge is. Today's challenge is… The Gay Dentist. One member must roleplay as a flamboyant but highly professional gay dentist. Two others will act as their patients."

"That's all you, Connor," Leon said.

"Well then, let's get into it."

"Cut," Penny said.

"Hats off to you, Dahlia," Jackson added.

"Well Connor, time to be the gayest dentist ever," Leon grinned.

"Fine, but you're one of my patients."

"F***."

"Alright, time to get everything ready," Kara said.

"Hold on—there's still something in the mailbox," Penny said.

Dahlia pulled out a small box. Inside was a complete set of dentist tools.

"Now we've got everything for our gay dentist. Get dressed, Connor," Leon said.

"Let's go, team," I said.

We got everything prepared for my role — the gay dentist.

Recording Begins

"Hi everyone, welcome to our mockumentary: The Life and Drill of Dr. Delicate. In the quiet suburbs of a town lives a dentist unlike any other. With a flair for fashion and a passion for teeth, he's not just cleaning teeth — no, he's flossing hearts," Dahlia narrated.

Cut to a close-up of me.

"Oh my god, hi! I'm Dr. Pierre Delicate — or for all you single men out there, just call me Daddy."

Leon started laughing uncontrollably off-camera.

"People know me as the gayest dentist on Earth, and honey, those rumors are true. You may think oral hygiene is boring, but baby… this mouth has stories to tell. My morning starts walking into the dental office, prepping my eyelashes, and looking my best for a hot guy. Once I'm ready, my first patient comes in."

I turned to Leon.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Delicate. But you can call me Daddy."

"Hi, I'm Leon," he said.

"Please, sit that cute ass of yours down."

Leon sat, trying not to break.

"So talk to me, hot stuff. What can Daddy do for you today?"

"I just came for a cleaning."

"Oh I see… you want me to clean it out. Don't worry, baby — Daddy lasts long."

"What are you talking about? I came here to get my teeth cleaned."

"Do you want me to do the other thing?"

"No."

"I'll do it for free."

"Still no."

"Okay, now let's have a look. You just relax in this chair and look sexy for me. Any teeth bothering you?"

"No."

"Alright, let me take a quick look. How often do you floss?"

"I don't usually floss."

"Baby. Get yourself some floss — it'll make you look sexy for the ladies. Or for Daddy."

"Now I'm just gonna take off some of that buildup on your gums, this should only take a second. So tell me… you single or taken?"

"Single."

"Don't worry baby, you won't be single for long. Your teeth look good. Next I'm going to brush and clean them. Your molars are straight — just like you — and that bothers me. Don't worry, one round with me and I'll fix that."

As I brushed Leon's teeth, I gently caressed his upper lip. Leon slapped my hand away.

"Oh, you're a feisty one, aren't you? Daddy likes feisty. Oh my — this won't do. Honey, this is a stage four floss emergency. You've got more buildup than a bad Tinder date."

I started flossing his teeth.

"Now remember: a good brushing routine is like a relationship. Consistent, gentle, and full of tongue."

I stroked Leon's face once I finished.

"I'm gonna prescribe you my number. Just in case you wanna call me or anything. You sure you don't want anything else? Daddy can do anything you need."

"Nope. I'm good."

"Bye, honey."

Interview Cut

"I feel like that went well. I might have to ask the staff for his number later. Nothing crazy, just professional."

"That was not professional," Dahlia cut in.

"Well, you don't know what it's like to be a flamboyant gay dentist."

Next patient: Dahlia

"Oh my god, hi queen! I love those nails!"

"Thank you! I got them done a few days ago."

"They are fabulous. Please, take a seat. So I met the hottest guy today — but we'll talk about him later. I wanted to get his number."

I started checking her teeth.

"So, my ex started texting me yesterday — after I ghosted his ass. He was like, 'Can we talk?' and I'm like, 'No, I'm at work fixing teeth, as always. Don't text me again.' He was really clingy, like constantly bothering me. So I broke up with him. And he couldn't hold a job to save his life — apparently he works at Wawa now, as a cashier. I'm pretty sure he was relying on my paycheck to buy video games and junk. Just way too immature for me."

I examined her teeth.

"Sweetheart, your teeth look beautiful. No cavities, barely any buildup. Just need to clean a few spots real fast and then brush."

"So tell me, sweetie, what's your skincare routine? Because your skin is glowing— Oh, silly me, forgot I was cleaning your teeth for a second."

I picked out the buildup.

"I am noticing some stuff in between your teeth, hun. Don't be shy with the floss. Intimacy starts with clean gums."

I flossed her teeth gently and wrapped up the session.

"Alright sweetheart, you're all done. You have an amazing day — and make sure you f*ing slay."

"Thanks! Good luck with your ex."

End of Recording

"Alright guys, that was the end of today's video! Make sure you like, subscribe, and leave a comment — and share a weird dentist appointment you've had. This has been the House of Five, episode two. Thanks for watching!"

We stopped recording.

"Time to post it," Kara said.

"That one wasn't as fun as the last," Leon admitted. "But I'm sure some people will laugh."

"Yeah, I'm sorry," I said. "I'm still out of it after yesterday's punishment. I couldn't really come up with much."

"Do you think the Feed will be pleased?" Penny asked.

"Hard to say," Jackson muttered.

"It's up," Kara announced.

"Damn, that was fast," Leon said.

"Didn't need much editing," Kara replied.

Then came the knock.

"Moment of truth," I said. I opened the door and grabbed the mail.

Two letters.

"Oh shit… something bad happened," Leon said.

"One's for us. The other… it's for Jackson."

"You go first," Jackson said.

I opened ours.

"To the current House of Five.

You have barely satisfied the Feed. Your attempt at humor was… sufficient.

It tasted of shallow effort and thinly-veiled desperation. But it was enough—for now.

Remember: The Feed is not easily pleased. It demands evolution. It craves authenticity.

It sees through lies, half-measures, and fear disguised as laughter.

You are not safe. You are only delayed.

The next challenge will require more than wigs and wit.

Feed well… or be fed upon.

—Signed, The Watcher."

"Who the f*** is that?" I asked.

"Jackson, your turn," Leon said.

Jackson opened his letter.

"Jackson,

You thought the Feed forgot about you.

But the Feed never forgets.

You were supposed to entertain—but you failed.

The Feed let you go due to the sacrifice made by your friend.

Her final act was delicious.

Do not test the Feed's patience.

—Signed, The Feed."

"Rat bastards," Jackson muttered.

"Is the Feed just one thing, or like, a whole hive of monsters?" Penny asked.

"Who knows," Leon said. "Either way, if it's a hundred of 'em—I'll kill every last one."

"Hold up," Dahlia said. "Let's talk about The Watcher. Jackson, you know anything?"

"I don't," he said. "I'm sorry."

Then I felt it—a chill down my spine.

"Guys… something's watching us."

Silence.

"It's not just us in here anymore."

And then—I saw it. Just for a second. A blurred figure, watching.

Not The Feed.

Something else.

Something worse.

The Watcher.