Daily Free-Write October 4, 2020 (Patreon)

"Dude! Careful with the bag! Here, toss that flashlight up here. Shit. It's welded shut. We're gonna have to the windows out front."

Skip and Trey were looking for a way into the old building. It was one of a series of star-shaped structures dotted around the little island in the middle of the bay. An old military base off off of the bridge, long since abandoned.

"Can't we go back to the bowling alley on the other side of the island? Or go check out the gunner's turret?" asked Trey.

"No way, man. Everyone's already done that! We need to do something that will really get us notices on the Urbex forums. Nobody's managed to get inside and document these buildings, but we're gonna do it."

It was an October tradition.

"It's an October tradition!" Skip added, with an air of finality. 

The front of the building was walled off by sheets of metal welded together. There were openings at the bottom where they could make out the crumbling weed-choked stairs leading up to the entrance, but they had long since been barred off. Chipped graffiti showed that they hadn't been the first ones to try this route. 

"Let me teach you how to use a crowbar," said Skip. "Hand me the bag." 

They set to work prying at the plywood covering some of the ground level windows, but they were nailed in too tightly. That wasn't about to stop Skip though. 

"I'll be right back with the saw. You keep trying with the crowbar." 

Trey struggled for a while with the plywood before stepping back and wiping his forehead.

"This is stupid. Really stupid. We're never gonna get in here. And what if someone sees us?"

The island was still open to the public, after all. Two sides of the building were facing a large walkway frequented by joggers and tourists, who wanted to get a picture with the statues or one with the shining city in the distance. 

"Want me to help?" came a voice from over his shoulder.

"Sure, go for it." Trey handed off the crowbar and ducked into his backpack to get a drink. From the corner of his eye he saw Skip pull and twist and just like that the whole panel popped free.

"Hey! I'm back with the saw," called skip, as he rounded the side of the building. "Oh! Guess we didn't need it after all. Oh well, We'll bring it just in case." 

Trey was confused.

"Wait I thought you-" He pointed over to the person holding the crowbar but there was no one there. Just a crowbar resting against the side of the building. "What the..."

"You coming in or not, Trey? Hurry up before someone sees us, and grab that panel, we can set it up so it looks like it's still nailed in."

"Yeah, sure." 

Inside it looked like an office. There wasn't much to look at - it looked like the empty room mostly repeated itself around the whole building. They did find a box of harlequin party masks which must've been left here by a previous explorer, as well as some beer cans and more graffiti in the small circular courtyard in the center of the building. 

"Not much here, I guess. Wanna check out the lower levels?"

The vibe of the building was more boring than spooky. It probably housed paper pushers for some boring sort of office work or something. The basement might at least have some cool backup generators.

"Huh! It's... nice down here." 

The basement floor was still furnished and aside from the faded posters on the wall, it was hard to tell it had been left unused for so long. There were brown and tan carpets with triangular patterns, greeen vinyl couches, and water coolers that still had water tanks in them. A few fake plants here an there made it seem less lifeless than the rest of the building, except for the fact that the only light in the room came from a flashlight. At the end of a long hallways was a door labeled 'daycare'. Above that, someone had spraypanted in large red letters 'do not open'. So of course they had to open the door. 

They were met with a flood of light and the sound of many voices. Laughter, crying, children screaming as they chased each other around the room. More mature voices yelling 'get back here!' and 'no running inside'. All layered on top of each other as if it had been condensed, and only for half a second before all noise stopped and the room went dark. Everything was dark. 

"Damn this cheap piece of crap!" said Skip, banging the back of the flashlight against his palm.

"Dude, what was that?" asked Trey, panicking. 

"I don't know Dude! Hey! Take out your phone. I need to change the batteries."

"I- I think I'm having an asthma attack," said Trey, clutching at his shirt. It was much too hot all of a sudden. He was sweating. "I need my inhaler! It's in the bag!" 

"Okay, fine. Just toss me your phone so I can see what I'm doing." 

A white square of light arced over toward the sound of Skip's voice, and stopped as he caught it. 'Let's see... Ok. Here it is!'

"S-skip!" came Trey's terrified voice. Trey looked on, wheezing, as two glowing blue disembodied hands approached his friend from behind. 

"I got it, I got it, man! Hey... where is that light coming from? Oh shi-"

"Skip!" yelled Trey, collapsing onto the floor. 

Skip was pulled into the nursery, still clutching the bag as he saw the shadowy form of his friend gasping on the ground. Then the door slammed shut. 

"H-hey! Get offa me!" said Skip, to whoever was going the pulling. All he could see was hands floating in space, and they began to tug at his clothes, taking them off of him.

"Hey! What are you doing! Help!!! Trey!!!" 

He heard banging from the other side of the door, but couldn't get to it with all the hands tugging at him this way and that. Soon he was completely naked, and he saw it. A big thick diaper, also glowing, floated toward him, along with a bottle of powder and a pacifier. They danced around him as if taunting him.

"Is this someone's sick idea of a joke?" he called out. "Trey! Are you still there?" 

The banging had stopped. 

Skip's arms and legs were held by the hands as the diaper opened and positioned itself between his legs. He struggled as hard as he could but the hands easily held him as the poweder was shaken over the diaper and his crotch, and rubbed into every nook and crevice. Then the diaper floated up, and closed itself around his waist, enfolding him in a soft crinkly cushion. The binky was shoved into his mouth and he felt some straps pulling themselves tightly, followed by a click. It was locked on. 

"Mmfff! Mmfff!" 

His muffled yells were useless now. And then, just as suddenly as they had appeared, they disappeared. The door swung open. The flashlight came back on. And there was Trey laying there on the floor.

Skip rushed over to him, he was still wheezing, and he quickly handed him the inhaler. 

"Thank god," said Trey. "What the hell were those things anyway. And - why are you in a diaper?" 

Skip was still naked except for the glowing garment, which forced him to waddle bow-legged He turned the flashlight and didn't see his clothes anywhere. He pointed to his mouth.

"A pacifier? You can't take it out. Shit, this is too weird, let's get the fuck out of here and figure it out after." 

They ran up and out as fast as their legs could carry him. Unfortunately, Skip was forced to waddle all the way back to the car looking ridiculous, and they hadn't gotten the pictures that they'd hoped for. The tools they brought couldn't cut through the material of the straps holding the pacifier in place, so that would have to stay on as well. Hopefully they'd figure out how to get the pacifier off when they got back.

As the car drove off, a solitary figure leaned against the building. 

"Safe trip home, babies. Our fun has just begun. See you soon."