3:47 PM. Paperclip was last seen near the notepad. Then—vanished.
Some say it fell behind the desk. Others whisper of the fabled Drawer One, the forbidden zone.
The Binder Clips are unusually quiet. Too quiet. And Tape hasn’t said a word since this morning—just sat there, spinning.
We’ll hold a memorial at 5PM. I’ll display a slideshow. Five photos. Three of them the same photo, zoomed in.
Rest in loops, Paperclip.
The Paperclip Is Missing—Again