I had come to the Institute to investigate all the disappearances. For some reason a noticeable number of employees and visitors had been reported as missing after being seen in the building. Several colleagues were investigating the basement in case people were being trapped down there while I was assigned to check the upper floors. Checking all the security camera feeds yielded nothing. While it did confirm the known missing people had been in the Institute, it didn’t reveal what had happened to them. I resolved to check each room while talking to any staff I came across.
One of the rooms I checked had this kid who had drawn pictures of people on the wall facing the door. They smiled at me and I smiled back. They then raced to the wall with a crayon and started drawing a new picture. I wasn’t sure if they were allowed to do that, but it wasn’t really my place to do anything about it, so I let them be and continued on searching.
On the course of my investigations I suddenly blacked out. When I came to I saw the kid standing before me like a giant with a crayon in their hand. They smiled at me like they were pleased with what they saw. I couldn’t move and could only see the other side of the room which had a door, the same door I had looked through. I suddenly realised in my horror that I had become one of their drawings, like all the others before me.
This was written with the photo prompt provided by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #253.
This was also heavily inspired by H.R.R. Gorman’s I’m Afraid Dave Can’t Let You Do That. Go read it.
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