As a child I lived in an office building, it always felt so special. The boss hand picked his employees, he was the reason I lived there, he took me in off the street. I mostly ran around, basically being an emotional support animal, helping keeping everyone positive.
around the age of 6, I started noticing my coworkers, the people I saw as my family, going up to the boss's office... And never coming back. as the weeks go by, more and more people vanish. Then... I got called in.
"Mah boy... We need to have a talk," he began, he opens a drawer as he continues," as you know I hand picked everyone who works here. I did this for a reason, to keep pieces of shit like you away from the superior species of humanity." The man I looked up to pulled out a strange looking pistol," unfortunately... Just hiding your kind away isn't working, so I guess I have to be an exterminator."
He aims the pistol, dead at my heart and pulls the trigger. Bang.
