It had only one purpose in life, to eat. The creature was a master of stealth and camouflage and made sure the prey never knew of its presence until it was too late. They have had many shapes through out the centuries. Their kind living prolonged lives as long as they adapted to better entice pray into their traps. First wondering monsters would be lulled by their unthreatening forms until the creature devoured them. Then Adventures fell pray to them due to false promises of treasure. Some very creative creatures disguised themselves as doors, chairs and even tables to ensure a meal would find their way into their jaws.

These creatures were called Mimics. Their adhesive slime cause anything that touched it to stick. Their jaws were strong enough to bite through steel and in rare cases, Mythril.

They were vicious adapters. They were smarter than they seemed. Through out the centuries as time went by, new tactics had to be chosen. New shapes and forms had to be taken to trick their pray into touching them and adhering the mimic onto them before they were devoured. Even now none could be sure the last mimic ever found, was truly the last.

"Oh come off it!" Darren shouted. He and his friends had been drinking up at the cliffs where kids would sneak off to drink without authorities finding out. The others laughed and ribbed each other for getting too lost in the story. Jess, Taylor, Darren, Michael and Francis had known each other for ages. Growing up together they knew what twisted the others sense of fear and danger. But everyone knew mimics were products of fantasy and D&D nonsense. Francis laughed. "But I had you all going didn't I?" He had a cheeky grin and the ribbing continued.

It was getting late and they needed to get home. Each gave their goodbyes and went home. A few days later a rumor began circling around their school. Tales of a website that if you put in your address you will recieve a free package with wierd or maybe creepy things. It was like ordering mystery boxes on the dark web.

Of course the friends found out and began dareing each other to try it out. In the end they all placed their names and addresses and walked off, forgetting the event as just another hoax that was being passed around. Weeks went by and the memory of the mystery boxes faded away. Everyone believed it was a hoax and even the rumors died.

Late one Saturday afternoon there was a knock on Darren's door. He was the only one home and answered, only to find a medium sized amazon box in the patio of his house.

Darren checked the postage and saw it was addressed to him so he brought it inside and closed the door.

His friends arrived to school the next morning and each of them noticed Darren was running late. It was unlike him but they did not think anything of it.

The next week Darren was reported missing and believed to have run away. His friends were questioned but they had no idea what was going on.

Jess was next. He recieved a small amazon package and did not show up for school the next day. Then Michael. Then Taylor. Francis grew afraid as he was the last in his group of friends to be left. The police began to think he had something to do with their disappearances. Investigators questioned him, family and friends, everyone knew how close the kids were to each other.

Slowly people began believing that Francis was lying and that he in fact did something to them. No matter his denial they began suspecting him. Fearmongering led to threats or assaults. The families begged to have their kids back.

Francis began to mentally decline and was soon institutionalized for his safety. The kids were never found. Francis never learned what happened to the people he grew up with and cared about.

It was years later while still in the Asylum when a package arrived for Francis. It was unusual. On one of his better days he was allowed to open the box. But the moment his hand touched the box, he was stuck to it like glue. His eyes went wide and he breathed quickly. The amazon box began to crack open. The edges led to rows of razor sharp teeth. Eye opened between the lines of the A and O of Amazon and looked at him.

"Been looking for you." It said roughly. Its tongue slide from between the teeth to wrap around him. Francis began to scream.

"MIMIC! MIMIC!"

His cries went unheard when with a slurp and a crunch, his voice died away. The mimic burped and closed back into looking like an average Amazon box. The shipping and receiving address changing on the box to be shipped somewhere else.

Maybe even shipped to you.