Paige tumbled out from underneath the table and hopped to their feet.
"What's your favorite idear? Mine is being creative!" They waggled their little jazz hands.
"How do you get that idea?"
"I just try to think creatively!" They sat on the table and plucked an orange out of thin air. "Now when you look at this orange, tell me friends, what do you see?"
"It's just a boring old orange!"
"Maybe to you, but not to me!"
The orange sprouted legs and strutted around on the table excitedly. As Paige continued the song, it lingered, watching the four sing on. The object did had to admit, despite the strange lyrics they knew were coming up, this was still pretty fun. It was like a little children's show!
"So take a look at my hair! I use my hair to express myself."
"That sounds really boring."
Uh... okay? Let's try that again. "I use my hair to express myself."
The cloud segment was very entertaining, especially with Paige having to keep up with the song while simultaneously making the clouds change shape. They couldn't help but notice however, that one of the kids wasn't singing along. Ah- surely they'd get back in line soon.
"I think you're getting the hang of it now! Using your minds to have a good time!"
"I might paint a picture of a clown!"
Hey hey HEY that wasn't supposed to happen, what's gonna happen if you get caught going off script?! "Woah there friend you might need to slow down!" Paige almost fell over the table reaching to slam their inky hand onto the painting. It was a bit of a shame. That was quite an impressive painting for what they could only assume was a small child.
Everyone stared awkwardly at each other for a moment. The kids didn't look too terribly upset, just surprised. Uh... crap what was the next line again? Oh ri-
"Here's another good tip, on how to be a creative wiz kid. Go an collect some leaves and sticks and arrange them into your favorite color!"
It was instantaneous, the way the children finished the task. Paige wasn't sure if they made it that way or if the kids had somehow done that.
"Blue." "Red." "Green."
"Green is not a creative color."
Paige thought once again about the error of that statement as they continued the song. They were gonna say their last lines soon, was that really all there was to it? Surely there was more...
"-to your heart, listen to the rain, listen to the voices in your brain. Come on guys let's get creative!"
Paige stepped back as the lights flickered for a moment. Their eyes rested on the table and they noticed art(?) supplies that hadn't been there before. The kids started playing with them, making cute little- wait was that a human heart?
A deep cold suddenly filled the room.
Paige felt a gross sickness run through their veins and a high pitched whine mixed with a scream crescendoed in their ears. They squished their eyes shut as the noise got louder and the floor started to turn, or was that just them getting dizzy? Paige peeled their eyes open. Where three human children had once sat were now three misshapen looking monsters.
The three freaks started moving around in disturbing, inhuman motions, twisting their arms around and jerkily dancing in a chaotic manner. The sky started to darken and Paige flinched at a lightning strike. They could have sworn they spotted a cake on the table but they barely had a moment to take in the scene before the world seemingly jumped forward to the next chaotic millisecond of panic. Paige felt their heart race as they subconsciously backed against the wall. Was this supposed to happen?! Was this what was on that torn off page?! What were those monsters, were they the kids? It couldn't be, those kids seemed so calm and quiet, how could they just RANDOMLY transform into those distorted looking freaks, that's not a THING that can happen? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT CAKE?!
Paige jolted their hands to their mouth as they watched the green monster cut into the cake and slimy, rubbery looking human organs spilled out. The other two seemed so happy about it? They felt something slimy on their foot as the scene shifted and they looked down to see some kinds of skinless rat crawling into the hole in the skirting board. They could barely process it enough to jump backwards; everything was so loud and gross and high pitched and fast and sickening and-
And it was suddenly very very quiet.
The smallest child looked around erratically while the other two shivered.
Paige's body swayed. Was this... their fault? Did all this happen to those kids because they were there? Did they make those kids do that somehow? They didn't mean it, they didn't mean it- But it had to have been-
There wasn't another line they were supposed to say, but Paige was feeling a bit humorous in these trying times.
"Now let's all agree, to never be creative again."
Paige collapsed on the floor, completely unconscious.