Sam kept twiddling her fingers. It had been close to five minutes and there was still no sign of anyone coming to greet her. She glanced at her watch again. No, she was right on time.
Finally the door opened and a young woman walked out. She had black hair that went down to her shoulders. "Samantha? I believe you had a job interview?"
Sam stood up. "Yes. I was hoping to work part time at your day care facilities."
The woman smiled. "Yes of course. Please come this way." The woman led Sam through the door she had entered.
They started off in silence but soon Sam began whispering. "Something about this place feels off. I just can't put my finger on what exactly."
"Did you say something?" The woman turned and asked.
Sam waved her hands dismissively. "Me? Oh, I was just er... admiring the architecture."
The woman stared at her for a moment. Sam looked into her eyes but all she could see was an unusual emptiness in them. The woman then turned back around and continued leading Sam. What she didn't know was that Sam had a two way radio in her ear and was talking to her two partners on the outside.
"I guess Jerry was right about that day care place being up to something," Alex said.
"Like, no duh!" Clover continued dangling her legs over the side of the building. From their position they could clearly see the day care office across the street. "You'd think someone would notice they keep looking for employees but don't actually offer any day-caring." She pulled her legs onto the roof and lay down. "Ugh! Just once I wish someone besides W.O.O.H.P. would step in and take care of this kind of thing so I could spend some more time at the mall."
Back inside the day-care Samantha and her guide had entered an elevator. Her radio went out, but she didn't pay it any mind. Elevators were notorious for interfering with that sort of thing. What did bother her was that she could feel the elevator going down instead of up.
"Is there a reason you're holding the job interview in the basement?" Sam asked. Something was definitely wrong. The day-care employee wouldn't even look at her. "Hey! Did you hear me? I said-" Sam put her hand on the woman's shoulder to get her attention. The second she did so the woman spun around at her waist and her arms shot out. They began to wrap around Sam like a pair of tentacles making it so she couldn't move. "A robot! Just what I don't need!" she muttered to herself.
Soon enough the door opened and Sam was hauled out into another room. This one was featureless except for a large set of windows on one side that had some sort of metal shutters covering them. Sam struggled against the robot but it was useless.
"Another guest I see?"
Sam looked up to see another woman, or robot, she guessed, standing in front of her. This one had red hair and in her arms she held what looked like a small baby dressed in a blue onesie. To Sam's surprise it was the baby who spoke up. "Welcome to my day-care center. I do hope you enjoy your stay."
Sam was dumbfounded. "You mean you're the one behind the abductions? But you're just a baby!"
"So, you know about the abductions eh?" He smiled a toothless grin.
Sam face faulted. Way to blow your cover girl. Oh well. May as well try to get some info out of him. "Yes. I know about your kidnapping scheme. What I can't imagine is what a little baby like you gets out of it."
This caused the baby to frown. "I am not a baby young lady. My name is doctor Young. The most brilliant mind the world has ever seen."
"Heard that one before," Sam muttered.
Ignoring her the '"doctor" continued on. "After years of research I came upon a miraculous discovery. A way to reverse the aging process. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any willing human test subjects, so I tested it on myself. You can see the results for yourself. Now I am in the body of a baby. I drink from bottles and wear diapers. I may be in such. state forever, as I do not appear to age. Imagine, an lifetime of peeing and pooping in diapers. That is the price I have paid for eternal youth!"
"Let me guess; now you want to rule the world for some reason, right?"
"It's not about a matter of want. You see, since my transformation I no longer age! I have effectively become immortal. I am one of a kind, better suited for leading humanity than anyone else!"
Sam sighed. "Why couldn't this have been an actual day-care. Just once?"
"Oh, but we do run a day-care here, as you are about to see."
The shutters covering the windows slid upwards and Sam looked out the glass. She could see that they were in an elevated room overlooking another much bigger one below them. The large are was littered with children's toys such as blocks, and stuffed toys. The walls and floor were padded and giant sized versions of some stuffed animals sat about.
All that was far less unsettling than the occupants of said room. Sam could see teenage boys and girls scattered about and they were all dressed like babies. Some were wearing only diapers and t-shirts while others wore overalls. Worse, by looking at them Sam could see they were all acting like babies as well!
"You little creep! What did you do, brainwash them? Why?"
Dr. Young giggled. "To turn them into an army."
"They don't look particularly fierce to me."
"Well, they're not ready yet. At present my device can only wipe out a person's metal faculties. It cannot replace an existing personality with a new one that is better suited to following my orders. Until I perfect that aspect of my device I can still collect prospective soldiers and keep them here. I really don't have a problem with letting these fools crawl around-" He stopped. "Oh dear."
Sam watched on as Dr. Young curled his lower lip and began straining. At first Sam wasn't sure what was happening. Then the smell hit her.
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