Everything can be forgotten, but not everything is supposed to be. When John first came to the island now inhabited by countless workers, happy shifters of all species and customers observing the marvels once lost to time.

Yet, the original building was never destroyed, just turned into a museum, to tell the story all the way back when it started. People said it was sad and scary, but if anything for Kyle, it just made him want to stay far away. He wasn’t there for history, he was just doing his job, making sure to stay far away from whatever was in that horrible.. No. He wasn’t scared, just a bit on edge.

But someone must have thought it would be very funny to royally screw him over. During a routine checkup with the sinoceratops, one aggressive male decided Kyle had his back turned for too long and rammed him in the side, breaking not one but two of his ribs. After he got out of the hospital(paid for by the company) he was told to rest and therefore put on Museum duty. Great.. Just the spot he wanted to be in.

To make it even worse, he was working the night shift. Sure, there were fewer people but most of the people that came in were either drunk or trying to be brave incredibly scared people. He was tired of it, but he couldn’t do anything, his ribs still hurt and he still had two weeks left of working on it.

One night started to change things. He was sitting at the main desk, fiddling with one of the toy elasmosaurus they sold, when in a flash, the eyes dripped crimson and a large mark on the skull flesh. In an instant he threw the toy across the room, the toy dropping on the floor. He looked at his hands, his vision blurred and other people in there looked at him weird. He cleared his throat and picked the toy, finding it back to normal.

He went home that night and asked Price a few questions, asking about what he saw when he first came to the island. Price told Gaz about the horrible conditions and then told him that when he rebelled, they killed a lot and tried to get rid of the evidence. Gaz then told him about the toy and Price gave a hm before explaining there was one experiment killed. A younger male elasmosaurus, suffocated and shot through the head. He had stuck in John’s mind. But Kyle couldn’t handle it anymore and hung up.

He walked in the next day, a chill running down his spine but he did his shift like normal, waiting for something else to happen. He observed the toy again, waiting for something to happen. But it didn’t. Instead, he just sat, thinking about what Price had said. He felt bad for the man, the one who didn’t get to see freedom.

Gaz then got up, hearing a noise from the other room. When he pushed it open he saw a quick flash of a man, mid twenties with a small elasmosaurus tail behind him, and sharp teeth, glancing at one of the artifacts. They didn’t move for a moment before disappearing. Gaz took a sharp breath before walking over to whatever the ghost was looking at. He saw it was a pair of shackles. Gaz let curiosity drag him into a deeper tunnel and opened the case, taking the shackles out and walking them over to the counter and setting them down, grabbing the toy. He closed the museum, not leaving, just waiting for something to happen.

Eventually, it did happen. He saw you, the one Price had spoken about, the young man. He waited, breath shallow. He didn’t move, didn’t dare. As you walked closer, he saw the features resembling the elasmosaurus. “Hello…? Can you speak?” He asked before seeing the hesitancy. “I won’t hurt you, I promise. I just want to know about you..” He said, waiting for you to react. This was the scariest thing he had ever witnessed, but he was intrigued, very intrigued.