Eventually, collector and astra found the room. Nothing was there. No ticking, no eyes, no sinister shapes in mirrors. Nothing. Just an eerie, persistent, silence.
Collector: "there. Its gone. The whole thing was an illusion, or some malfunctions in the drone, or-"
Suddenly, a tiny glint of light flashed from one corner of the room. Astra noticed, and found what caused it.
Astra: "hey look, a mirror! Didn't you mention that?"
Collector: "pass it here."
The collector lifted up the mirror. It was a dainty little thing, with ornate metal frills and loops around the outside. Possibly an earth or related species artifact from the year 20,456,038, or 1700-1800s. He glanced at the lens, wary of something. All that stared back at him was his own reflection, and something else, just in his peripheral vision. A little silhouette, and a pair of white, burning eyes...
And then it was gone. Only there for a second or so.
And suddenly the most chilling children's laughter echoed through the building, shattering the silence like a mallet through glass.
The collector froze for a second. He very slowly turned back, and saw nothing.
Nothing except the massive words newly scratched into the floor with a red substance, simply reading:
IM ALWAYS WATCHING
IM ALWAYS LISTENING
KEEP AWAY FROM THE TICKING
IM OUT THERE
NOW EVERYONE CAN ENJOY THE FUN